In His Pursuit

Pre-event picture. After watching Marvel's Civil War, I realized that we must come together and love each other as sisters-in-Christ. It has been a pleasure and a privilege to see these women following Jesus Christ. I am very unworthy to be able to lead these women because I am a sinner who still struggles and falls but I praise the Lord for His stripes that healed me. I am in Leviticus now and the marred cannot serve God in the temple yet because of the blood of Christ, it made atonement for our sins just like the blood of the animals in the old testament (Leviticus 17:11). We were the ones who sinned yet it was Jesus who died in our place, it was God who made the way. Dear God, thank You for saving us. Thank You for loving us. Thank You for allowing us to know You and love You despite of our sinfulness. Thank You because You are Great and we can trust in You. May You be glorified in our lives. In Jesus'Name, Amen.  In His Pursuit, Michel

When your circumstance favors you, it's easy to trust God. But this life isn't like disneyland where it will always be enchanting. One morning, (I usually wake up not early in the morning, I feel like I am a night-shifter. I work late.) I was awaken by my aunt, (Michelle, Michelle!) and so with my panic, I went down as fast as I could, like the flash ! I went down and what I saw broke my heart. My mom's knee. She bumped into our sofa. There is no other thing that pains me more than seeing my mom not okay. (That is why I am rushing to finish this because she does not want me to stay late at the office.) The first thought that came to me when I saw her knee up its usual place is, I am not a doctor . My sister was out on duty and I don't know what to do. My aunt panicking and my mom's face cannot be painted, doesn't have an idea how to curl her whole leg up. I prayed. I prayed aloud. I have no control in this. I don't know what to do. This is not wha

I value privacy the most (who would not?), at least for my life since I met the LORD (but now that I’m writing this, I don’t think I can still stand to my first claimed statement). I don’t use my facebook and so someone used it. It was a Friday, around 5:30PM, while I was in our leader’s training and about to start our prayer time when my dgroup leader for the longest time called and told me the discouraging news that I was hacked on facebook. I quickly asked the place I was in if they have a wifi, but they don’t give it to customers. The thing with me is, I don’t have that free facebook thing because I’m preventing myself from scrolling through the pages on my free times and  I’m keeping myself away from unnecessary posting of events publicly, I chose not to. I praise the Lord for my disciple who has a facebook and so I logged in, deleted the not-pleasing-to-the-Lord post and changed my password. I felt so down. I felt like it was my fault. Is that what Jesus feels whenever I tell