Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Spring Brings Things Back

I’ve neglected the blog for a while. Not that I’ve been in a drought of ideas; on the contrary, God has indeed given me a lot to do!

It’s Spring Break on this corner of the world-most notably, the DC Metro Area. I decided to take a walk around the complex only for the fact of enjoying the warm weather. I enjoy spring because it is the first time in a while where I can see a difference on nature: from a harsh winter with two back-to-back blizzards, the snow’s been melted enough to reveal a new flora and fauna. For the first time in a while, temperatures are gradually higher, the sun shines brighter, the rains are more numerous and the air is fresher! (Of course, my sympathies to those with allergies!)

I’m blessed that I can see all the seasons…Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…It’s totally different studying them in a chart and a book rather than experiencing how temperature changes and snow totally ruins plans for everyone! There are many things I yet long to see, mind you, but the advent of spring brings so much hope and valor to the one who notices…
I think of the word “return” when I think of spring. Winter can trash you out, but don’t tell me you can’t enjoy a breath of fresh air every time you go outside and play, walk or rest! Even if twelve weeks of snow can be a bad bargain, in essence, spring brings things back to normal. The grass is green again, the sun shines brighter (actually, the Sun never loses its power), the animals are out again, the kids play…Spring lets things return to what they used to be.

Please take this as food for thought…

John's disciples told him about all these things. Calling two of them, he sent them to the Lord to ask, "Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?" At that very time Jesus cured many who had diseases, sicknesses and evil spirits, and gave sight to many who were blind. So he replied to the messengers, "Go back and report to John what you have seen and heard: The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached to the poor. Blessed is the man who does not fall away on account of me." (Luke 7:18, 21-23, NIV)

Friday, March 26, 2010

Taking it All Away?

(The first time in three weeks that I write again! My posting-and writing- may be sorta spotty, but I’m OK…)

"Son of man, with one blow I am about to take away from you the delight of your eyes. Yet do not lament or weep or shed any tears. Groan quietly; do not mourn for the dead. Keep your turban fastened and your sandals on your feet; do not cover the lower part of your face or eat the customary food of mourners ." (Ezekiel 24: 16,17, NIV)
At these moments, I am preparing for a weekend in Virginia. I’m planning to hear from Mariah Anderson in YouTube (and then get some “Lady Marmalade” on my soul!), but I’m hearing R.E.D.’s “Take it All Away”. Why the obnoxious details, you ask?

I came across Ezekiel while flicking through the Bible. First things I can say: Poor man! For some purpose, God decided to take away His wife, the love of his life, his companion “’till death do us part”…away from him. He could not mourn, he could not cry, he could not show publicly his pain. (I have to ask: Did he have a “mask” on? Highly unlikely…)

Further in the passage, God says: Say to the house of Israel, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: I am about to desecrate my sanctuary—the stronghold in which you take pride, the delight of your eyes, the object of your affection. The sons and daughters you left behind will fall by the sword. And you will do as I have done. You will not cover your mustache and beard or eat the customary food [of mourners]… (Ezekiel 24:21,22, TNIV)

This makes me question: what will God take away from us that are so dear and tight for us? Are they dreams or goals? Is it some rock that won’t let us focus on Him? I do not know, but it is sure that we’re not that helpless under the iron… If it makes sense.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Still Hanging On!

It’s been a while since I wrote up anything. Part comes from will, another from trial-and-error. I’ve been focusing most of my time, energy and spirit to writing music…err…lyrics. I don’t know how in the world –I thank God- I am cranking two or three song lyrics in my head per day! My fear is that a big burnout will come hounding down, but God is good enough to hold me…

I’ve been bummed out lately about stupid things in school…Only music –again, I thank God- has been soothing to my soul lately. At least practicing the piano has helped me develop new ideas and a greater appreciation for music. I’ve been clinging to rock lately; I haven’t developed as of yet how to make that work…But for now, I’m still learning how to play the piano.

Going to school has become an unlikely depression. Details don’t deserve to be told, but I’ve been going through the motions lately. Seems that life has been kicking me in the keister, and this pushes me back to Puerto Rico…but the things that are happening back there pull me to remain in America! Oh, the horror of living in uncertainty!

Among this, I’m hanging on with the little rope I’m given. Or so I do my best to. I still believe in a God who can do it all, even when things get freakishly odd. I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow: in school, dead but resting in the Lord, with a bad sickness, or heading back to Puerto Rico for any reason. Even if I suck at EVERYTHING life throws at me, I will still worship because I know that God is more than life.

And if you need me, I’ll still be in this little corner of the world, waiting where I will be sent next.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Awe of Habbakuk

(Based on Habakkuk 3. This goes for one of my best friends in Puerto Rico who passed for certain trials. Wherever she goes, I know that God will be on her side; she knows that even more :))

Feeling like a felon, know why
Missing how the days shall pass by
Hearing and my heart just pounded
Quivered at the Power

Even if the fig tree can’t bud
There are no grapes on the vines
Even if the olive crop fails
Or the fields can’t grow more food
If there is not sheep in the pen
And no cattle in the stalls
I will still rejoice in Your love
I know that I’ll be delivered

Sun and moon stand still in its awe
At the glint of flying arrows
At the light of flashing spears
Torrents of water swept at my feet

Decay to my bones, trembling legs
I await for calamity to come
You crush the leader, trample the sea
You crush the leader, trample the sea
I assure you, faith chose me
I assure you, faith chose me
I assure you, I will live even if I die