God’s Thoughts & Mine: Pduh (PDA) || Right or Wrong?

John 12:13

Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.

This act of MARY‘s, showed public display of affection. Judas probably cringed at the scene stating that she could’ve sold the perfume and given the money to the poor. He thought it was a waste- not because he cared, but because he was a thief (v.5-6) . But Jesus loved it, He appreciated her public display of affection and thought wonderful of it. Now take a look at DANIEL who also showed his love towards God in a very open manner…

Daniel 6:10

Now when Daniel learned that the decree had been published, he went home to his upstairs room where the windows opened toward Jerusalem. Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before.

Though he has been warned of the new law the King has agreed to sign (v.7), nevertheless, Daniel continued to pray and worship his God with no shame. He didn’t even bother to close the curtains and pray quietly, no. He showed public display of affection towards God. He wasn’t afraid, he didn’t care about what other people thought. He only cared about what God thought of him. Now witness God’s miraculous protection to Daniel when the guards threw him in the den of lions!

What about the PHARISEE’s public display?

Luke 18:11

“The Pharisee stood and was praying this to himself: ‘God, I thank You that I am not like other people: swindlers, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. ‘I fast twice a week; I pay tithes of all that I get.’ 

Do you think God saw him as righteous? The difference between the Pharisee’s and Daniel’s/Mary’s act of worship is very far apart. The Pharisee took boast on himself, but Daniel took boast on the Lord. The Pharisee was prideful, Mary was humble. The Pharisee prayed for himself, but Daniel prayed for the furtherance of God’s kingdom. The Pharisee’s PDA? is not affectionate at all- its egoistical and arrogant. The Lord has more favor towards the TAX COLLECTOR who confessed his sinful ways than the boast of the rich Pharisee towards himself (v. 13-14).

But what about the PDA that is not towards God but rather to the opposite gender?

I could only tell you that it depends. The bible didn’t speak of PDA in a direct manner, but there are some verses that are indirect which moves toward this subject. Well, MY thoughts of PDA towards the opposite sex? I do not like it at all- regardless of your age or action- I find it uncomfortable to sit beside a couple cuddling with each other, caressing ones arms and playing with one another’s hands at the middle of a church service. It’s just disturbing. Yes, its sweet and GOD desires for a MARRIED couple to show affection and love towards each other, but think about the many people who can’t focus at church and their urges to just gag. I know I’m being quite harsh, but its something to think about and discuss. ESPECIALLY to those innocent and care-free teenagers. I’m a teenager, and though little crushes on boys is nice, I feel pity for the many broken hearted teens who sought comfort from the wrong person. Please, just stop Pduh-ing and maybe show affection through kindness and helpfulness towards our brothers and sisters in Christ, or much better, show “public display of affection” towards the Lord our God who seeks our love and affection!

No PDA isn’t that bad, holding hands and little side hugs are okay- but to the opposite gender, especially to those who aren’t married? Just stop right at your tracks. Who knows where this could lead to? calm your hormones bud. This isn’t what God has in mind. Sex, love, kisses, hugs, are beautiful things and aren’t supposed to be abused by those who don’t use it in God’s right time and place. Let me clear it up for you,

PDA towards God? no problemo! But to those couples on the streets? PD-Ain’t happenin’. Just say, Heck no!

Haha God bless you my lovelies ❤ Think twice and be wise. If you have any thoughts and/or opinions or even corrections/feedback, don’t be shy to share it with us in the comment section below! Thank you!

Notes:

Bibe Gateway; John12:13, Daniel 6:10, Luke 18:11

Fortifying the Family

 

The Big Black Moth || Fear

The big black moth and me. Me holding a food cover as my shield and a tennis racket as my weapon. My sister was in my room asking me if I killed it yet. Unfortunately, I’m not the killing type. Poor moth has a life to live, a purpose, going into other people’s house and scaring the poop out of them… to help them fight their fears of course! It’s a silly thought, but it makes sense.

In the process of waiting and thinking and staring at this ‘enormous little’ moth, a still small voice told me “Do not fear, for the Lord is with you” and I kept repeating this to myself, telling the Lord “Okay okay, I’ll do it” but the more I get closer to the moth, the more I see how big and scary it is. I backed out and apologize to God for the lack of trust. “Why does it have to be so big?” I whined.

The Lord was testing my faith, and I knew that- but I was just focused on the moth. Man, that’s one huge fly. Anyway, I think God knew that I wouldn’t be able to trap the moth so He brought daddy home just in time. And you know what? He calmly took a small plastic bottle, cut it into half and trapped the moth, covering the bottle with paper, opening the window, and setting it free. It was that simple. For dad, the big black moth was simply nothing more than a small black fly.

Dad was aware of it’s size, he must have been scared at some point. But somehow he knew that it had to get out of this house and flee. As I pondered on this little incident, the big black moth resembled fear. Who of you have big black moths in your life? and how did you conquer it? or are you yet to…?

A Touchy Conversation With My Little Sister

After our little sibling quarrel we said our Sorry’s and somehow had a conversation about me leaving to college…

Gab: Ate (meaning ‘elder sister’) when you’re in college chat (with) us ha!

Me: But what if there’s no internet?

Gab: Then ask your teacher how to put internet.

Me: But what if we can’t have internet.

Gab: Then you can call us.

Me: But then, what if I lost my phone?

Gab: You mean, if you don’t have load? Then borrow your classmate’s phone.

I couldn’t help but be curious into what she would say next, so I pressured her… hehe.

Me: What if everybody doesn’t have load?

Gab: Then ask God, (she said with no hesitation) He will give you load.

…

Gab: We’ll miss you, Ate. (She rubbed her eyes, about to cry)

I hugged her and it was a beautiful moment. It’s nice to know that you have a sister who loves and cares for you, and even better, one who draws you closer to God. I thank that Lord for giving me such a wonderful little sister, an answered prayer indeed. ~~ She even mentioned an additional “Can you write what I said, Ate? And print it to the whole world” She’s the family clown too!.. and now I’m wondering if that was all an act… Nah, it was too beautiful. If mom and dad read this, they would give me the ‘See?-you-have-a-sister-who-loves-you’ face… Haha anyway, Au Revoir my Lovelies and God bless!

Kids, Patience, & A Loose Tooth!

You would think that the bus is the best place to rest in peace… apparently, mine is filled with fighting kids, crying kids, and.. kids, AND their excessive use of “vulgar” words, the most common being, ‘Liar’ and ‘Mean’.

Lalala~ Its fun though… I mean the kids 😀 They’re pretty nice to be with when they aren’t constantly yapping and whining. I laughed when my sister faced me and said “So that’s why you hate kids?”. I guess I needed to be patient and more loving. Maybe that’s why God placed me with these children. Smart…. and Sneaaaky!

They are still kids, so it’s pretty hard to teach them a lesson. I remember me and my troubles when I was younger, and weirdly enough, my sister is having the same problems as well. It gets pretty annoying when they don’t understand- but if I was able to figure these conflicts out- with the help of Jesus and my family- then through God’s timing, maybe my sister will find it out soon 🙂

BTW, she’s experiencing her first LOOSE TOOTH! Moving it back and forth with her finger or tongue. I wonder how she’s dealing with it. If she’s excited, or if she’s nervous… Anyway! One of the kids in the bus told my sister “Stop moving it! It’s scary”, pointing directly at my sister’s tooth. I kinda got irritated with her and told her it was rude to say ‘scary’ and point at other people. She pouted her lips, getting all teary eyed and said “You’re so bad, why are you being mean to me?”. At this point, I felt like -uggh!- sooo annoyed, but I didn’t want her to cry any further so I forced out a smile and distracted her from our current topic, she stopped crying and giggled a little. I wish I felt a little sympathy and love- I’m still working on it though.

After dealing with the kid, I faced my sister who was still angry at the girl, so I tried to calm her down- ’cause if she’s angry now, she’ll be angry back home, which will make me angry, and stuff will happen. Sibling rivalry and all. Thank the Lord it’s all right, right now 😀

Back to the loose tooth topic! I suddenly wish I could experience it again…

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Flashback

I watched my dad as he tied a string to the base of my tooth, “Daaaad don’t make it fast okay? Just slow, like this” I slowly tugged the string, making sure I didn’t put much force to it. “Yes yes, I will” he said while looking intently at my mouth, then gave me a smile of assurance- or at least, that’s what I thought it looked like, 

“Ready?” asked dad, lightly holding the string, a smile on his face

“Sloooowly” (>_<“) I reminded him, nervously moving my tooth back and forth with the tip of my tongue,

“I will I will” 

Then suddenly WOOSH! (O_O…) *silence*

“See? it wasn’t that bad” said dad, laughing 

I touched the area where my ‘once-loose-tooth’ was located, still shocked by the quick pull of the string. When I felt that the tooth was no longer in its place…

WAAAAAAH! WAAAAHH!

and it didn’t even hurt….

End of Flashback

Sigh… I miss those days :’) *sniff sniff* Dad even experimented with it and tied the string to the knob of the door, thinking that once you slam the door shut, the force would be enough to pull- or RIP! the tooth out. It didn’t work though, I still remember it- not very clearly though- but I recall dad laughing (._.”) Yay… thanks dad. xD Well! I’ve learnt a lot today 🙂 and recalled some funny moments in the past~ which gives us another good reason of why we should PRAISE THE LORD! ❤ LOVE YOU PAPA JESUS!

PS. Please pray for my voice, it’s kind of lost, I don’t know why it even decided to run away in the first place. Just please pray for it to come back 😥 huhuhu I have to sing for our Church’s Anniversary in 2 days! and I really want to make the Lord proud, if not a good voice, then please also pray to keep away the fear and nervousness I feel. Thank you all! God bless you! ❤

When You Feel Like You Aren’t Smart Enough…

School’s back everybody! The last two months has been an adventure for me. Quite a lot of things had happened in those two and a half months. Like Joining the music ministry, the VBS, sleepovers, birthdays, etc. and there are still LOTS more to come. On the month of October our church will be celebrating it’s 7th Anniversary! Praise the Lord! It’s weird how time flies so fast, and yet at the same time, it feels so slow… because school has returned my friends. And I’m starting to fuss all over the home works, quizzes, tests, exams, and they haven’t even started yet!

I made a post about overcoming this stress in HERE, for me and for all of you, but somehow, the worries and doubts all seem to crash back down. And I want to end that. You see, when I entered the classroom all of my former school mates were there, so there wasn’t really anything to be nervous about on the first day of school. Thing is, ALL of them… are smart. Well I don’t mean to brag, but you are at the top class, so that means you’re smart too right? 

I’m blessed to be at the top section and honored that God has answered my prayers and all. But I suddenly felt like I wasn’t smart enough. It’s like turning popular, but you just want more. And that’s what I’m afraid of, I’m afraid of doing something that is good- for my sake only. But what I really want, is to do it ALL for GOD. So this is where the story of Solomon starts…

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2 Chronicles 1:7-13

7 That night God appeared to Solomon and said to him, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.”

8 Solomon answered God, “You have shown great kindness to David my father and have made me king in his place.9 Now, Lord God, let your promise to my father David be confirmed, for you have made me king over a people who are as numerous as the dust of the earth. 10 Give me wisdom and knowledge, that I may lead this people, for who is able to govern this great people of yours?”

11 God said to Solomon, “Since this is your heart’s desire and you have not asked for wealth, possessions or honor, nor for the death of your enemies, and since you have not asked for a long life but for wisdom and knowledge to govern my people over whom I have made you king, 12 therefore wisdom and knowledge will be given you. And I will also give you wealth, possessions and honor, such as no king who was before you ever had and none after you will have.”

13 Then Solomon went to Jerusalem from the high place at Gibeon, from before the tent of meeting. And he reigned over Israel.

I recall asking God one night, to make me smart and have lots of friends (that’s what I said, but God knows what I meant by “lots of friends”- popularity) but- after thinking it through- is that what I really want? I mean, sure that would be a great blessing to earn but- is it something that would make me happy forever? I don’t think so. I felt a little jealous with Solomon when God asked him to “Ask whatever you want me to give you“. That’s like, a HUGE honor! If I hadn’t known about wisdom, I might have asked for something very self centered. Solomon here, even though he wasn’t all smart and intelligent he had humility, wisdom, and a caring heart. He wasn’t thinking all about himself, but instead he thought about God and his kingdom.

Being smart doesn’t matter, but heeeeey! That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try studying harder. You might say to your parents, “Mom! if being smart and intelligent doesn’t matter, then why do we have to go to school?”

Because it is said in the Ten commandments that we must obey our Father and Mother and the will of the Lord. That question wasn’t really necessary but that was what my sub-conscious asked 🙂 Don’t worry girls and boys! God loves you for who you are ❤ and when you feel like you aren’t smart enough?

Just pray and study hard!

 

Modesty is POWER! || Advice for girls

I read this really cool Christian book about Modesty and let me tell you- I’ve learnt A LOT! At first, I was like, Pssh! I know about modesty, just wear proper clothes and VOILA! You’re modest! But what I didn’t know was that modesty wasn’t all about the clothes you wear, but also about the way you act. Especially around men…

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Of course, most of us girls like attention. We want to be the one’s who “turn heads”. Me and my dad were walking around the mall one day and spotted two russian ladies wearing very tight and very short dresses that showed off their curves and flawless legs. I looked down at my flubbery-looking calves and then stared at the two women feeling slightly jealous, and I hate to admit this but- I want to be the one turning heads. I looked at my dad through the corner of my eyes, hoping he wasn’t staring at them too. Instead, he was watching mom with an amused twinkle in his eyes as she checked out the two women herself. I chuckled mentally, so mom’s feeling the same way I feel~ Jealousy. But then I look at my dad, the way he stares at mom with love filled in his eyes. Why do we need to grab everyone’s attention, when we only need to grab one. The man God chose for you to be with. And trust me when I say, our Father knows best!

Proverbs 5:18-20

May your fountain be blessed,
and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.

 A loving doe, a graceful deer—
may her breasts satisfy you always,
may you ever be intoxicated with her love.

So, if you want to learn more about modesty, love, lust, etc. I recommend you to read this wonderful book.

I Bought Baby Gray a Harness!

Last night, I bought baby Gray a small black (white spotted) harness so I would be able to walk around, ‘safely’ in the garden since we haven’t been able to bunny proof it yet. And let me tell you, this baby rabbit is SUPER patient. If I had done this to Maggie she would’ve scratched my eyes off. Surprisingly! He hasn’t bitten me yet (which I was expecting) especially from trying to carry him and put this and that. Yes, it was quite stressful (and he disliked the harness, but happily tolerated it, so that means I didn’t waste money)

It is NOT this, but it looks like it.

Apparently, the harness was too big! Especially around the neck area, so I had to adjust it THREE times (which is a nightmare since I have to put it back on Gray). But after an hour or two, I finally got the right size. So I put it [harness] on the bunny (who was being very obedient) and clipped an ID [stuff that you put around your neck- forgot what it’s called], attached to a pink, long, and silky fabric as a temporary lead. I know, cheap, but who wants something expensive?

I was finally able to walk him around the house and he was a pretty quick hopper, so I had to run with him. The good thing is, I’m actually working out! But then, momma woke up from her beauty sleep and told me to walk Gray outside (she didn’t want him pooping around the house). So I took him outside, but it was quite warm and humid (to the point where I started sweating like a pig). At first, Grayham was a bit scared to go- but after awhile, he finally went. I don’t think he had much fun as he did indoors for it was really really hot- I mean, who would? Unless they like sweating.

I got a bit worried because rabbits could die from heatstroke (that’s how Maggie died), so after 10 minutes of running around the garden I carried him back to his cage (he didn’t want to- but I don’t think he knows when to stop). And guess what? When I put him in his cage, he immediately did a little flop,like being in his cage was the best thing ever. Haha cute lil’ Gray.

Grayham~

Though it was cute seeing him lie down like that, I had to remove the uncomfortable harness that lay around his body. And when I placed him back on his cage and petted him, he did another flop (showing his stomach). ADORABLE!

It’s good to know that Gray doesn’t hold any grudges. Such a patient and lovely rabbit. God bless ya’ll and I hope you guys have a great day!

Pfft! Loving a person is easy! … Think Again.

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I nervously entered the principal’s office to retrieve my report card, too nervous to concoct an idea of what to say so I just immediately asked for – well, for the report card. I mean, isn’t that why we were here?

Apparently, I forgot to greet her and say ‘Good morning’. Everyone knows it is somewhat rude to not greet someone, so no excuse there. What irritated me, was that the lady -which is our principal at school, I kinda forgot her name… didn’t know her name at the first place and I know that is kind of low of me but I really didn’t know her name, plus, I was too afraid to ask her… she might get more mad- didn’t take it too well. She barely smiled at me and scolded me at how rude I was being. I literally forgot was she said because I was so freakin’ scared!

Anyway, I apologized and tried to smile as much as possible- to show her that I didn’t mean to be so rude (and my first impression wasn’t so good either, don’t ask.) I was about to tear up, I mean, I know it was my fault- but at least be a bit more… I don’t know, genuine?

When I see her, my body tenses and I seem to lose my christianity- that was the worst part- Lord have mercy on me! I try to look at her in a different perspective, I’m trying, but trust me when I say- it is as hard as eating dog poo. I always told myself how easy it was to look at a person through the eyes of God. Now? it isn’t so easy. So I told myself, what could get more worse than this?

When she got my report card, underneath it was a certificate for “Most Well Behaved”! I mentally groaned at such irony. Why now? then chuckled nervously at the lady in which she returned with a feign smile. Ouch.

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“Most well behaved, huh?” she said, probably thinking about how rude I was when I didn’t greet her.

“Hehe, yeap” I replied uneasily, forcing out a laugh. At least my teacher loves me.

When I got my grades, I was in content. My grades isn’t so bad. Answered prayer it is! But *sigh* I should’ve greeted the lady first, then she wouldn’t be hating on me like this. And another thing, I’m not so good with… is formalities. One time I answered the phone with a ‘Heylooo’ only to be replied with the voice of a serious business woman. I am such a disgrace to the serious world, seriously! The Principal kept asking random questions (which I don’t remember) and I answer with a ‘Yup!’ then remembering that she is the head- or somewhat the head- of the school and has to be answered with high respects so I try to cover up and say ‘Yes ma’am’ or ‘Yes Miss’.

And just when I thought the embarrassment was over… Hooo! It isn’t! Mom had to come check on me and you know mom. I was kind of relieved, but mostly nervous. She’s the carefree and happy-go-lucky type. Though I made a fault, that doesn’t mean that the principal has to hate on the whole family. As I was saying, mom entered without a greeting and grinned welcomely asking if I have retrieved the report card. The lady looked at my mom with an eyebrow raised and forced a smile, maybe thinking of how we (me and my mom) are so alike.

“Good morning” she greeted in a stiff and obviously annoyed voice, but my mom was oblivious to that and just smiled genuinely saying ‘Good morning’ back.

I tried to give mom a warning stare but she didn’t understand what it meant. I really really wanted to leave. And when our conversation finally ended a man knocked at the door and guess what? The woman SMILED AT HIM! I couldn’t help but silently observe her actions and grow suspicious. To men, she is nice, but to- Nah. Maybe he is a friend or something. But he definitely didn’t greet her or anything. Sigh, I really do need to learn how to love. Because honestly? Loving someone, is harder than I thought.

I just wish that the woman could smile genuinely at strangers who lack respect and treat them nicely even though they are rude. Maybe she is just trying to keep professional? I hope she is, cause I really wouldn’t want to see her glaring at me if we spot each other at the mall.

*Shudder*

One thing I know is that if Jesus was here, He would smile lovingly at her and do the opposite of what I would (want) to do. Though I am kind of annoyed just by writing this, but I couldn’t help but think of how amazing God’s love is for us. To love… her especially. I guess, I shouldn’t be hating on the lady. She might be nice for all I know. All I need is patience, control, lots (and I mean LOTS) of love, and the help of the Lord to gain her friendship and genuine love.

PS. I want you guys to pray for me, so I could be able to love more and have a closer relationship with the Lord and also pray for the lady (principal) so that she would learn to forgive me and love others.

Matthew 5:44

 But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,

What Animal am I? [Poems]

This is a little game I made, where you guys will guess what animal the short poem/rhyme is describing. Good luck! 😀

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1) Her song is a dance, with a rythym and a beat.
She sways with the waves as the tiny fishes fleet.
Fluid is her movement, quite stunning they all say,
A Little lad even said that it could take your breath away.

2) I hide in the bushes, I dig on your backyard.
I turn into a ball when I am scared or is on guard.
I hiss when you come near, be careful I might bite!
I have quills that are sharp, beware, I’m not afraid to fight!

3) No this guy doesn’t squawk, nor does he even chirp.
He swims around with fins and his colors are superb.
He’s got this pretty hard beak, yeah he got a painful bite,
Don’t be deceived by his beauty, quite ironic alright.

My Story of Me. Prologue.

PROLOGUE

July 6 2013

Dear, Whoever-is-the-reader

This is a diary- but I don’t write ‘dear’ to my diaries- apparently, I am in a writer’s block and I wanted to write something where I WON’T have any ‘writer’s block’- if that is even possible- so here I am, a girl who decided to write a story of what is happening in her life- some may be enhanced and told in way… in MY way to be clear- but it will still be a story of ME. Me being my own character. I decided to make this one a little different and add some kind of twist to it (add some spice yah know?) but each chapter will be different and It depends… Depends on what, Rey?

Depends on something I do not know it depends on.

I’ve always wanted to start my diary with an ‘About Me’ but as you could see… I didn’t (because I am such a bad arse), so I am gonna write one now…

ABOUT ME:

Name: Reyona Denise Charming

Age: 14 *scribbles the number 4* Nope, sorry I lied. I’m TURNING 14, so technically I am still 13.

Describe myself: 

I am… who I am. I am Reyona Denise Charming and I am in love… no, not with a boy, but with someone more powerful. I am in love with GOD. My Savior, my Hero, my Creator. I have a beautifully annoying young sister, Sarah. And two wonderful parents, my mom, Martha and my dad, Harris. 

Okay- this isn’t exactly describing myself, but what do I know about Diaries? OH GOSH! Sorry, I heard a noise… Okay, you may be wondering why I have to write every single detail of what is happening right now, well, it is because I want to, its part of the story telling process. Now, no more asking questions for you. Anyways, I am home alone right now, my parents went to a birthday party which I really didnt want to go to and I am freakin’ out! A single creak is enough to give me a heart attack!

I put on the song ‘He loves us’ by David Crowder to distract me from unharmful noises and is a reminder that Jesus is with me no matter what.

Moving on… I won’t always write like this, but I will turn this diary into a descriptive or feature story. I hope you will enjoy this book/ diary/ story or whatever it is to you and find some kind of ‘stuffs’ you could relate to. There is no ending to this story, because it is a story of my  life. See what I did there? I will NEVER have a writer’s block this time… or so I hope.

Oh! and before I end this, I would like you to know that these real-life-living people in my story has their names are changed… into something cooler. Haha!

Love, Reyona Charming xoxoxo 😉

PS. Just wanted to try that ‘xoxo’ thing. My friends do this all the time, but I don’t think I’d get used to it.

Read more on: Wattpad.com/living_book