this week | a sad story

11.06am

This week's gonna be hectic. 3 tests. 4 days. I am so under-prepared. still studying. crap.

But I thank God for the coming Sanctification Week from (thursday to sunday).
It's gonna be a time of renewal. For the next 10 years. If I let go and let God. wow.
I don't know what's gonna happen but I know I'm looking forward to it

But first things first, 4 days of broken-ness. entering into God's sanctuary. Psalm 73. God, help me.

a sad story by Denise:

He noticed her first.

He thought that she was beautiful.

She didn't. She hated the way she looked and she didn't know how to dress to make the ugliness go away. She hated the weighing machine, what it said, and what it stood for. She hated shopping because it was a constant reminder of what she could never match up to. She wished she could be prettier, taller, slimmer. She thought the best way of getting along with other people was trying to blend into the background so they wouldn't notice how ugly she was.

He was thrilled at the way she smiled, though those moments came rarely.

She saw her body as used, broken, damaged. There were brighter moments in her life when she forgot that, but each time she looked into the mirror she was reminded of the hurt.

He knew that she was perfection in the making. He wanted to tell her that, but he didn't know how. So he wrote it down on a piece of paper to give himself courage. Just three words, "You are beautiful." Not you look beautiful, although that would be true, it would not accurately convey what he felt.

Finally, he had a chance to talk to her. He opened his mouth to say the words.

She looked at him, afraid. She didn't like meeting new people. She was the quiet, deadly silent, sort.

"You are beautiful," he managed.

But she had already disappeared into the crowd, her broken wings tucked and hidden, not knowing that this boy held her halo in his hands.

"She thought the best way of getting along with other people was trying to blend into the background so they wouldn't notice how ugly she was... each time she looked into the mirror she was reminded of the hurt."

Funny thing is how I saw myself like that sometime ago. Sometimes it comes back. But that's not what God made me to be. I hold Psalm 139 in my heart. :D