run, baby, run!

And for two days in a row, classes are suspended. I'm really happy about it because it gave me a chance to get ready for our big show on Sunday. We're gonna have to kick it up a notch...or five. I'm in the anticipation phase...which, in my opinion, is the best part. Heck, this phase might be even better than the show itself!

Oblivious to the rainy (awfully close to stormy) weather, I went out with my mom, badly needing an excuse to get out of the house. She had to take care of some business before we could go shopping, so she left me at a nearby Jollibee to grab a bite. By some stroke of bad luck (or a premature case of Alzhiemer's), I left my laptop and my current read, Run Baby Run, in the car. So...I was forced to do something I wasn't used to: people-watch. I saw old women in tights (REVOLTING, I swear.) and little boys crying for the new Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen water jugs. A woman in her 40s asked me to share a table with her. I obliged, and went back to people-watching. In fact, I got so into it that I even took the liberty of sending a group message to everyone concerning what I saw. (ALARMING FACT: On average, I've been receiving 30-40 group messages a day.)

Having to eat alone is horribly awkward, and I ended up looking like a zombie while picking up my food. The woman eating with me must have thought I was a deviant or something. That aside, I saw that most of the people there were alone, oh yes, alone. Whatever happened to the outings? I began to think deeply when someone burst my bubble of reverie. Attempting to look peppy, a crew member asked, "Can I ask you a few questions? It's about what you think of Jollibee."

Time to bolt, I thought. As if on cue, my mom emerged from the entrance, dragging me out of the store in seconds. So much for what I think of Jollibee.

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I was moody and confused yesterday, and I had no one to turn to. My relationship with God is currently looking up, a big improvement from last summer when I skipped my devos. I talked to Him about my problem, and kept reminding myself of my favorite verse from the book of Proverbs:

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart

and lean not on your own understanding."

And just then, I realized that in the past few days, I have been trying to do everything all by myself, never bothering to ask God to shoulder even a fourth of my burden. The verse jumped out in big bold letters in my head. I prayed, "Lord, I trust you now, and I know that your perfect plans for me will carry on. I will not lean on my own understanding, Lord, I will give you all my pain, and I know you will help me get through this..." I was saying that over and over again. It was so intense that I wanted to say my prayers out loud. Instead, I heaved my arms from my chest to the ceiling, as if to give up all my burdens to God. Yes, I even choreographed it...sometimes I have to act things out to really feel it. (What can I do? Theater got to me.)

After my dramatic epiphany, I felt whole again. God filled up that confused void in my heart and I'm thankful to the people who encouraged me: Sir Omar, Sir Nino, Sir Nestor (I hope you get well, Sir, we're all praying for you!), Ate Bea, Ate Rea, Ate Tin, Enrico, Jose, Kleojn, and my other classmates and schoolmates who have showed me how it feels to be in the arms of our Father. :)

I can't wait to sing for God again! Too bad classes were suspended today, so we weren't able to have our weekly chapel service. I hope we can have it tomorrow. Such a nice feeling to be making music with my friends for God.

Well, that's all for now. I caught myself in a pretty good mood, so my blog's pretty long today. I'll update you guys when, yet again, something interesting happens. :)