01/18/14 Read, Eat, and Pray


Jan 18 2014

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We had a simple gathering with the Pastor and a few church mates at this cool pizza restaurant. It was such a nice and warm (well in reality it was really cold, but I what I meant was that I felt warm) outing. I had this delicious plate filled with pizza, a cool ice tea drink, and a wonderful book to read (special thanks to my Aunt Yen). The title of this book is “A Prisoner And Yet…” and in the back it is written “A Mighty Fortress”.

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It’s a true story of this woman named Corrie ten Boom who experienced pain, hunger, harassment, humiliation… and yet, even imprisoned and treated in the most horrible way, she felt peaceand freedom. Just by knowing that the Lord is by her side, calmness surrounds her. Remembering how much Jesus suffered for the world. Nothing could compare. This book is simply beautiful, true, and uplifting. I recommend all of you to read this wonderful book! and if you want, you could add a touch of pizza and buffalo wings. :)

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01/18/14 Read, Eat, Pray


Jan 18 2014

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We had a simple gathering with the Pastor and a few church mates at this cool pizza restaurant. It was such a nice and warm (well in reality it was really cold, but I what I meant was that I felt warm) outing. I had this delicious plate filled with pizza, a cool ice tea drink, and a wonderful book to read (special thanks to my Aunt Yen). The title of this book is “A Prisoner And Yet…” and in the back it is written “A Mighty Fortress”.

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 It’s a true story of this woman named Corrie ten Boom who experienced pain, hunger, harassment, humiliation… and yet, even imprisoned and treated in the most horrible way, she felt peaceand freedom. Just by knowing that the Lord is by her side, calmness surrounds her. Remembering how much Jesus suffered for the world. Nothing could compare. This book is simply beautiful, true, and uplifting. I recommend all of you to read this wonderful book! and if you want, you could add a touch of pizza and buffalo wings. 🙂

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Oprah Winfrey, a Christian?


To most people, this has been both shocking and “un-believable” considering that she has had a lot of debates according to God, atheism, religion, etc,. and people are wondering whether she really is a Christian or if there is a little secret behind her message. *dun dun DUN*

I just want you to remember that, nobody will truly know what is inside a person’s heart but God. Let me share with you a little passage in a book I read called “Our Daily Bread” .

Sometimes when I want to start a fire, the wind puts it out. But when I try to keep a fire burning, the wind keeps it going. So in the first situation, I label wind “bad” because it thwarts my plans; in the other, I label it “good” because it helps me accomplish what I want to get done. ,,, But God is the One who determines what is good or bad, and He does so not by how it affects our plans but by whether or not it accomplishes His. – Julie Ackerman Link.

1 Peter 2:17 Honor all people. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the king.

So, is Oprah Winfrey really a Christian? or is it all an act? Well, let God be the judge of that! ~~ Au Revoir my Lovelies! and God bless ❤

Acceptance & Judgement


I’ve learnt about these two subjects countless of times, but I seem to re-encounter them over and over again. I guess that at times, we tend to stumble upon the same happenings or events from the past for us to truly see and learn what God is trying to tell us. So it is safe to say that, I haven’t truly placed this topic in heart and understand it fully.

At school, one of my friends- who has been my classmate for 3 times in a row now- shared a book entitled “Today Is Your Day by Arun Gogna”

I do not own this picture

I do not own this picture

-and she was just really emotional as she explained why we should read this pocket book, and she also told us about her rivalry with her siblings and that is when she started crying which really touched me- I actually dealt with the same problems she dealt with and we both have our conflicts which is one thing we both have in common- we’re actually no different. Plus! She’s really fun to be with now that her good side over shone her bad side . But before that, I used to hate her, get irritated and annoyed by her presence.

One thing that used to annoy me was her sarcasm, and to be honest, it still (kind of) annoyed me, the only difference is that my point of view has changed. Another thing was that she always wants to win an argument… always. But then, I don’t really know much do I? Do I know what she has been through? No. Do I know what is her intentions? No. Do I know what she is thinking? No. Only God knows and only He could judge. So what gives me the right to judge a person if I barely know anything about him/ her?

And I have another friend who is slightly similar, she is pretty sarcastic and also wants to win an argument every single time and whenever I try to tell her my point of view, she would always shut me up and just stay plain with what she believes in without letting me finish or share what I want to say. I even remember thinking to myself what I would say if she ever said this or that- what my perfect comeback would be, so that I could show her that she can’t win an argument all the time and that she has to listen sometimes even though she thinks it is wrong. A harsher way of saying this is… to shame her. Though I was really tempted to do this, I had to stop myself. What will I earn from this? Yes I might shame her- but other than that, all I would do is hurt her. She’s also the type who denies that she cares- but in truth, she does care and she is capable of hurting. She was also really open to me (though there are still lots of things hidden of course) it’s still pretty rare for her to openly share her feelings (at least that’s what I know). So I also want to open up myself, tell her how I felt and how I feel now. I’m really ashamed of myself, especially since I’m a Christian, for judging both of them- and all the other people I have judged. But everybody makes mistakes, though that is an excuse, it is the truth.

Jesus lovers and Jesus freaks, learn to accept and leave the judging to God.

PS. Their names won’t be posted here. I’m simply sharing a testimony and I have learnt from experience. Not trying to shame or embarrass anyone. Thank you for reading! Have a good night and God bless ya’ll!

HE’LL NEVER STOP LOVING US, NO MATTER HOW FAR WE RUN~ Passion 2013, “God’s Great Dance Floor”

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…

I do not own this picture

I do not own this picture

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.

My Story of Me. Prologue.


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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

Finding Life and Second Chances. Prologue.


- Mary Pacis

– Mary Pacis

Read it on: Wattpad

Prologue.

I’m Sunny, Sunny Brighton. I was born on a rainy day, which is quite ironic since my name is ‘Sunny’ and also because mom and dad were planning on getting divorced. Were.

You see, when I was born, everyone had smiles on their faces like the sun has risen to brighten up their day. I was that sun, at least that was what dad said. Was. But that’s the past now. Why? Because they’re dead…

When my parents died in a car crash, I was- I was lost, broken, and angry. I was angry with God for taking them away from me. I know I had no right to be angry at God, I just am… But why? why does this have to happen to me?! I was good all my life, I don’t deserve this…I was 13 when they died. Young and all alone. I was too young to live by myself, so I was moved to my Aunt’s house with her husband, Peter. Everything was well… me and Aunt Bea would sing songs as we do our chores and pray to God everyday. Everything was well, until Uncle Peter died… He died because of Cancer. Aunt Bea didn’t take it very well, but after two months, she finally recovered, or at least, I thought she did. I caught her drinking in the basement one day. We talked about it for awhile, and she promised she’d stop. But she didnt…

I go to the beach everyday, its the place where I vent out my feelings. Have a one on one with God, you know, stuff like that. People who go to the beach look at me like I’m crazy, probably because they think I’m talking to myself, but mom said “Do not be ashamed, Sunny. God is with us, and if He is with us, then what could stand against?”

Mom used to say that, God would listen to you when you speak to Him and sometimes even grant you wishes… I asked for my parents to come back. They never did. I knew it was impossible to bring them back. But now I doubt there is a God. I still talk to Him though and hope is still alive, but its fire is dim…

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Heyooo people! To be honest, I dont know what to type in here exactly. The prologue is quite short, but its a start, I guess… I’m kind of new to this writing stuff, and I always get new ideas, so its hard to stick with one story. This is a Christian story, if you guys were wondering. But before you turn your backs on this, please give it at least one glance… it would not only help me, but might help you as well! Oh and do not be afraid to give some feedback, about the grammar, spelling, etc. it would really help.

Jeremiah 29:11-12

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. “