Don't Stop Now.

“Where are you going?”
“On.”


I remembered that one question Harry asked Dumbledore when they met inside Harry’s imagination, a while after Voldemort hit him with the killing curse. And I used to wonder, what did that even mean? “On.”
And then I figured that out when I was asking myself, where I am going now.
It’s never about a state of place —it’s a state of doing, instead.
I don’t think we’re ever meant to stop in one place and die there —no, we keep ON going/walking/thriving/giving/forgiving and so on.
When you’re hurt, you keep on healing.
When you’re lost, you keep on searching.
When you fell down flat on your face, you get up and then you keep on going.
Where? On.
No matter how badly life tries to stumble you down, even if it does succeed on making you fall; you just keep on going.
He will unveil the path —don’t stop now.
Don’t stop, ever.

Seasons of Waiting

There is an old adage that says, "good things come to those who wait." I'd make a slight modification; Good things come to those who wait ACTIVELY. Waiting on God is not an excuse to be lazy in our pursuit of God. If our pursuit of God is contingent upon receiving what we want from Him, then we don't love God. We love our desires more than we love God. If that is how our relationship with God is, then seasons of waiting will quickly turn into seasons of whining. The bedrock of love is trust, and you can trust this - that because God loves you, He will make you wait. In seasons of waiting, there is a lot that God wants you to run towards.

If you want to see crops grow, you don't throw a seed on the soil and just hope it grows, getting angry when nothing happens. But that is often how we wait. You have to till the field, dig up the earth, plant the seed in enough depth, water it, tend to it, and protect it. God will bring the crop, but we have to do the work. The lesson of waiting and having to trust with whole-hearted dependence on God will bring you further than reaping a quick and easy harvest.

Patience and waiting are not the same thing. Waiting is the action of staying where one is or delaying action until a particular time or until something else happens. Patience is the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. Waiting is the delay, patience is the tolerance of the delay. Patience is the peace of knowing that God has it and is working in you so that He can work through you. Be patient in waiting.

Your wait may not be about God keeping something from you, but working within you. Wait well. If you wait now, you won't regret later. Wait for God's best and you won't have to settle for anything less. His plans supersede our own. These seasons of waiting are the training grounds of becoming. The only thing more difficult than waiting on God is wishing that you had. The best is yet to come.

26th

Should've posted this two months ago, but yeah, better late than never, rite? So here we go...

I always think that “birthday” is a weird concept.

You wake up and suddenly you have gained a year. Or, depending on your point of view, you have lost yet another year. (I’m more a realist though, so I prefer to see it as I am adding one more number to my age.)

But no matter what your perspective is, one thing persists: you wake up, and something has changed. Whether it is your age, your years on earth, or the remaining days you have left to live. And change is not easy. Change is something that will shake you, sometimes to your core. Change will always be associated with something uncomfortable.

Being 25 was definitely not the most comfortable place that I have ever been. It is funny that when you were 15, you thought you can handle everything–and then come along adulthood, and suddenly you realized that everything you thought you know was just it: thoughts. You never made it into reality until you see the reality itself. And being 25, I have had a glimpse of reality itself: work, traffic jams, stressful jobs, stuck dreams, imbalanced relationships, etc. And what a horrifying reality it was, it made me want to escape so bad. And I’m really good at that: escaping. I almost always do that, escape from everything, giving myself the safety net, plan B, and even building walls and exit ways.

And poof, suddenly, one year has gone. I am now 26. Time has not been running–it’s been galloping. And strange thing is, I am not exactly in the most comfortable place that I thought I would be in years ago. I’m currently still living far away from home. And even my exact birthday was spent somewhere else. Escaping things have also not made it any better, though: I’m still stuck, and moreover, still afraid of the uncertainty.

But I’m here, I’m here. I’m still alive and well. I’m still changing and I always will. It might have just struck me that perhaps, that comfortable place will never be manifested in real life. Perhaps it is time for me to embrace the chaos while still maintaining the order of it.

Here's to being 26. Mid-life crisis syndrome can't steal my joy. No one ever.

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