For the last five days I’ve gone MIA, this was what I have been up to. Missionaries from different parts of the country and two from Australia came to our church and asked a few of the young members to attend this week long discipleship training. A camp of some sort. :)
Poor resolution. (sad face) What can I expect from a celphone camera, huh.
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That’s Ate Liz and me. Too bad the picture is kind of blurred. She’s really sweet and kind. But the one conversation I won’t forget? It’s this (I cut it short):
Me: Liz, do you know what a hopeless romantic is?
Liz: Hopeless romantic? I think that’s someone who’s desperately trying to get into
a relationship but fails miserably.
Me: Well, I think that’s what I am.
Liz: You are? What do you mean?
Me: Everyone’s going in front, asking you guys to pray for them. They’ve all got this problem with their girl or boyfriends. And stuffs like that. And then I’m just sitting there wondering why I don’t have any problem with our topic “relationship”. I realized that’s exactly the problem. I’m a hopeless romantic.
Liz: Don’t say you’re anything but hopeful. You’re not hopeless. In God’s name, you’re not hopeless at all.
Me: (chokes up) But sometimes I just feel alone. Like everyone’s got this someone. Everyone’s happy. And in love. I don’t mean to be prude or anything, but because I read too much romance and watch too much chick flicks, every guy that comes along my life is overflowing with flaws.
Liz: Hazel, you don’t have to feel alone, okay? God wouldn’t want that. Don’t mind other people. So what if they’re in a relationship? Just keep in mind that God has the perfect guy for you. He has already named him. He’s somewhere in the future and he’s waiting to meet you. Never settle for second best. Remember that.
Me: (nods)
Liz: You’re not hopeless, okay? Say it with me.
Me: (laughs) I’m not hopeless.
Liz: You’re not a hopeless romantic.
Me: I’m not a hopeless romantic. Just a romantic.
Then we hugged each other. But before I walked away…
Liz: And hazel?
Me: Yes?
Liz: Chick flicks are good.
^ That one’s the picture of the bonfire on our last night there. There’s no marshmallow or anything. XD Just coffee and bread. Ate Sheila asked us to write in a small piece of paper all the sins we want to forget. We were to burn it in the flames and to never go back to them. Someone picked up the guitar and soon we were all singing praise and worships songs for God.
And this? It’s a fail. HAHA. I think that guy’s kind of hot. But I’m not crushing on him or anything. I feel weird crushing on someone from my own church. It’s like crushing on a brother. o.O I just like the way he looks. Although this picture makes him look like crap. -.- Hahahahahaha. Yeap. The one on the guitar.
This is Rozel. I like this girl. During the break, I sometimes teach her and her friend Mariel how to sing and play the guitar. She’s like 10 years old but she’s cooler than any kid I’ve ever known. You know how kids can be annoying sometimes? Well she’s not. Her jokes are cool. Not eye-roll worthy at all. :)
Wanna know what she said after she saw this picture?
“Haha! Ang sama ng itsura natin!”
Me: “Oo nga. Yaan mo na.”
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This is just a very short summary of my week. I wrote the “gory” details on paper and stored some in my mind.
But there’s just one important thing I need to say.
I love God.
And if I my life had been a tad bit different, I would have
asked for 4,000 pesos and went to the Discipleship Training School. I want to go to other cities, provinces and countries. I want to change people’s lives. I want everyone in the world to know and love Him.
But then there’s college. And then there’s everything else. I realized my life will be back to normal once again. But I will never forget about this week.
Someday, I will be a missionary living by faith too.
