Thinking of... "knocking on the doors of heaven"


When We Don't Measure Up

I haven't blogged for 3 weeks. I've been extremely bogged down by a History Assignment and waded through what seemed like a homework-heavy marshland. I've been sleeping late, and I am exhausted.

But God has pulled me through this week, the previous, and the one before that. He's amazing.
Like on my birthday, I was walking through the school quadrangle, and then I looked up at the rectangular pice of morning sky. It was a light blue, with a soft hazy cloud that had tinges of vermillion and peach. So beautiful. [And we found 3 crabs, several sea slugs, and mermaid fans later at Labrador Park that day.]
Then on the week before that, [edit this part].
And having to see little things filled with LOVE like these, while undergoing so much stress and pressure, just fills my eyes with tears.

I was able to relate so much to the article listed above just now, that I nearly cried. It highlights a lot of truths, like problems that I never saw before... and reading through it with an unsatisfied ache in my heart makes me feel sad [lack of better word to describe]. And with all those expectations of myself from myself in my life in mind, I saw how unrealistic they were, and how I could never live up to them.

I'll blog another day.