The Case of My Box of Chocolate (Concluded)
Just like Forest Gump movie, "Life is like a box of Chocolate, you don't know what you're gonna get..." Life is sweet. But sometimes too much sweets can create some damage to your teeth too. :P
With things that happening to me from few days ago to today, I was feeling down. I'm tired, suffocated. I got a fortune cookie once, and the paper slip inside said, "Be careful of what you're asking for, because you may receive it." I kept that little piece of paper, because I thought it's kinda cool. And then as much as you can claim all the positive, sometime the accidental negative also come crowding up the space. Or you just can't handle all these blessings, you tend to forget Who give them to you in the first place. And your hand is too small to hold on to them. And one by one it falls from your grip. Well, I'm learning to give them back to God, since His hands are bigger than mine. I just take them one at a time instead of grabbing them with my grubby hands. I'm a people pleaser and that's not healthy. Somebody knows what I'm talking about ;) The rest of you just think of this as my babble... Hahaha.
I was also 'nagging' God to give me a job. He answered and now it seemed that right after I decided to take one, I got more interviews than ever before. I have a trend of receiving 2 interviews in one day. What's up with these people? Where are they when I need them? I just turned down one today. These interviews are for this coming Monday (Dudes, I'm working already). Since I thought that he was not really open about my "overseas" degree, and he's not flexible with time. And time is something that I don't have. He didn't specify the job at the beginning, I persisted and he relented. And it's doing insurance. Nah, I shall pass. I shall try to come on the second company. I hope this company is what I think it is, hehehe... Then I shall deal with the rest later. I'm taking it one step at a time.
With all these in mind, there're also additional personal things came to my wreak havoc in my peace of mind. Relationships... (darn... I need a personal diary, I guess, hehehe). So when I went to CHC today, I didn't give a full attention to God. It's just like what the Hope carecell was talking last Friday. It happenned to me. I tried my hardest to sing with my heart, but it felt so heavy. But I kept on singing. Trying to praise Him... I got teary eyed a bit. I got to cried out loud too, the good thing of having a praise and worship session at Expo. I can scream my hearts out and nobody would hear it.
Well, just like a belated reaction of drinking too much coffee or tea... the 'caffeine' from my overzealous praise and worship kicked later... On the way home, especially at Newton station, there are many Mormons roaming around. (Err... if any of you are Mormons, perhaps you should stop reading, hehehe... Don't mean to insult anybody, but this is my honest opinion.) All these pretty young ladies in long skirts and shirts came in twos looking for somebody to convert. Some of them were Indians. As much as my body was tired, I was looking for a fight too. I was listening to my iPod to Michael Buble's "You don't know me"... How coincidental (title only). When one of the girls smiled at me, I purposefully took off my earphone. Here I am... bring it onnn! Soon that girl took her chance at me. She's Indian. Her partner was white.
... err... to be continued, hehehe... me got to catch some zzz... for church tomorrow (those paragraph above are unedited confession of a girl who's very tired yet hyper. It may look different tomorrow, so read it before I edit it, hehehe)
Today is the 28th and I guess it's time for me to finish what I've started, hahaha...
Oh well, where was I? OK, the Indian girl introduced herself to me and asked me whether I know her church. I said, "Yes." And I told her that it's usually called as Mormon. She said that it was good to me to know about it. Prompted by her, I told her that the founder was Joseph Smith. Ding ding ding! Correct again. I almost blurted out that's he swindled money too, but looking at her face, I didn't have the heart. Anyway, I'm not sure whether it was Joseph Smith who swindled money or the ones who had lots of wives... I think that was Brigham Young, oh well, whatever. Something in me told me not to be disrespectful. She's not attacking me, I shouldn't be in the offense either. Meanwhile, on and off she was looking on the cross on my neck. She was rather hesitant to 'convert' me. As though the cross was deflecting her. She then tried to ask me about my faith. "Why do you think there are many denominations in Christianity? Didn't you ever think of that?" I said, "No, I'm quite secure with my faith." I want to say, what about your belief? If you don't want to take it as a cult, ain't it at least can be one denominations also? But I kept my mouth shut. She said about the lost scroll by Jeremiah, the prophet, and an extra revelation from a different land... (yeah, its called America, girlie!). She wanted to go Da Vinci Code on me. I mean, Mr. Smith got some revelation from an angel name Moroni? Err... Moroni? OK, I shall not continue with my line of thought. Hehehe... And then she asked me whether I would like to visit the church. Since my attention was toward the oncoming bus, I didn't really hear her and I said yes. You know what? Even she was surprised, hahaha... And then I revised my answer. She wants my number, I didn't give it to her, but I asked her number, she gave it to me. Maybe I can pray for her instead, hehehe. I wonder if I called her, she would probably assigned me to some other "higher" level sister. They always do that. So that they can battle it out with me. As they left, I said, "God bless you!" They responded... almost... with some garbled words. It's as though they want to returned my courtesy, but they hesitated. I dunno whether they said "God bless you" to people too... Perhaps that's just the Christian thing. I felt better after that. I can bless them although only by wishing it to them.
Then an older gentleman came to me and told me, "It's a cult!" I was like ??? And he told me, "You're good. They're not right!" I told him, "I know, since I'm a Christian myself." And he again praised me and he gave me a tract. Presbyterian. He invited me to come to his church. I blessed him too as he get on his bus. I was feeling much better. Holding on to the Mormon card and the Presbyterian tract, I smiled. That older gentleman should hand that tract to the Mormon girls and not to me, another Christian, no matter what denomination I belong to. I just know that I belong to my God.
With things that happening to me from few days ago to today, I was feeling down. I'm tired, suffocated. I got a fortune cookie once, and the paper slip inside said, "Be careful of what you're asking for, because you may receive it." I kept that little piece of paper, because I thought it's kinda cool. And then as much as you can claim all the positive, sometime the accidental negative also come crowding up the space. Or you just can't handle all these blessings, you tend to forget Who give them to you in the first place. And your hand is too small to hold on to them. And one by one it falls from your grip. Well, I'm learning to give them back to God, since His hands are bigger than mine. I just take them one at a time instead of grabbing them with my grubby hands. I'm a people pleaser and that's not healthy. Somebody knows what I'm talking about ;) The rest of you just think of this as my babble... Hahaha.
I was also 'nagging' God to give me a job. He answered and now it seemed that right after I decided to take one, I got more interviews than ever before. I have a trend of receiving 2 interviews in one day. What's up with these people? Where are they when I need them? I just turned down one today. These interviews are for this coming Monday (Dudes, I'm working already). Since I thought that he was not really open about my "overseas" degree, and he's not flexible with time. And time is something that I don't have. He didn't specify the job at the beginning, I persisted and he relented. And it's doing insurance. Nah, I shall pass. I shall try to come on the second company. I hope this company is what I think it is, hehehe... Then I shall deal with the rest later. I'm taking it one step at a time.
With all these in mind, there're also additional personal things came to my wreak havoc in my peace of mind. Relationships... (darn... I need a personal diary, I guess, hehehe). So when I went to CHC today, I didn't give a full attention to God. It's just like what the Hope carecell was talking last Friday. It happenned to me. I tried my hardest to sing with my heart, but it felt so heavy. But I kept on singing. Trying to praise Him... I got teary eyed a bit. I got to cried out loud too, the good thing of having a praise and worship session at Expo. I can scream my hearts out and nobody would hear it.
Well, just like a belated reaction of drinking too much coffee or tea... the 'caffeine' from my overzealous praise and worship kicked later... On the way home, especially at Newton station, there are many Mormons roaming around. (Err... if any of you are Mormons, perhaps you should stop reading, hehehe... Don't mean to insult anybody, but this is my honest opinion.) All these pretty young ladies in long skirts and shirts came in twos looking for somebody to convert. Some of them were Indians. As much as my body was tired, I was looking for a fight too. I was listening to my iPod to Michael Buble's "You don't know me"... How coincidental (title only). When one of the girls smiled at me, I purposefully took off my earphone. Here I am... bring it onnn! Soon that girl took her chance at me. She's Indian. Her partner was white.
... err... to be continued, hehehe... me got to catch some zzz... for church tomorrow (those paragraph above are unedited confession of a girl who's very tired yet hyper. It may look different tomorrow, so read it before I edit it, hehehe)
Today is the 28th and I guess it's time for me to finish what I've started, hahaha...
Oh well, where was I? OK, the Indian girl introduced herself to me and asked me whether I know her church. I said, "Yes." And I told her that it's usually called as Mormon. She said that it was good to me to know about it. Prompted by her, I told her that the founder was Joseph Smith. Ding ding ding! Correct again. I almost blurted out that's he swindled money too, but looking at her face, I didn't have the heart. Anyway, I'm not sure whether it was Joseph Smith who swindled money or the ones who had lots of wives... I think that was Brigham Young, oh well, whatever. Something in me told me not to be disrespectful. She's not attacking me, I shouldn't be in the offense either. Meanwhile, on and off she was looking on the cross on my neck. She was rather hesitant to 'convert' me. As though the cross was deflecting her. She then tried to ask me about my faith. "Why do you think there are many denominations in Christianity? Didn't you ever think of that?" I said, "No, I'm quite secure with my faith." I want to say, what about your belief? If you don't want to take it as a cult, ain't it at least can be one denominations also? But I kept my mouth shut. She said about the lost scroll by Jeremiah, the prophet, and an extra revelation from a different land... (yeah, its called America, girlie!). She wanted to go Da Vinci Code on me. I mean, Mr. Smith got some revelation from an angel name Moroni? Err... Moroni? OK, I shall not continue with my line of thought. Hehehe... And then she asked me whether I would like to visit the church. Since my attention was toward the oncoming bus, I didn't really hear her and I said yes. You know what? Even she was surprised, hahaha... And then I revised my answer. She wants my number, I didn't give it to her, but I asked her number, she gave it to me. Maybe I can pray for her instead, hehehe. I wonder if I called her, she would probably assigned me to some other "higher" level sister. They always do that. So that they can battle it out with me. As they left, I said, "God bless you!" They responded... almost... with some garbled words. It's as though they want to returned my courtesy, but they hesitated. I dunno whether they said "God bless you" to people too... Perhaps that's just the Christian thing. I felt better after that. I can bless them although only by wishing it to them.
Then an older gentleman came to me and told me, "It's a cult!" I was like ??? And he told me, "You're good. They're not right!" I told him, "I know, since I'm a Christian myself." And he again praised me and he gave me a tract. Presbyterian. He invited me to come to his church. I blessed him too as he get on his bus. I was feeling much better. Holding on to the Mormon card and the Presbyterian tract, I smiled. That older gentleman should hand that tract to the Mormon girls and not to me, another Christian, no matter what denomination I belong to. I just know that I belong to my God.
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