There are so many things to process as we go through this labyrinth called life. Everything comes in means-ends sequences, and the more important things in life are seemingly trapped in the limbo of that which we call a “gray area”. I just rose from the dead, figuratively, a modern day female Lazarus. I’m back!
I’ve been very busy with something. Something means my life, my future, my destiny, and such other trivial things. I call them trivial things because I have come to understand that everything else must now refer to the One who made them all. There have been a decentralization that has occurred in my world. I wonder how God looks at all that I’ve been busy with. I wonder if He’d become jealous about me thinking about this guy (a crush, of course) who sometimes fills my mind in the morning before whispering that morning prayer. The things of God seemingly have to take the backseat every single time, especially when I start to hit the books.
I’m preparing to take another test. They call it, “resit”, the technical term which I only came to understand after I failed that first test. I’m trying to read as many books as I can, trying to process (that’s it) as much information as I can, and at the end of the day ask if I’ve retained at least something. In the middle of it all, I thank God for giving me the opportunity to do these, but question is: Am I giving Him what’s due?
I am tired, but fighting. No estoy para bromas. And now, I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I don’t have to wonder if my life is worthwhile, or whether there’d be a future to my dreams… because here’s what: God thinks about me. Everyday. Every single time. I don’t have to worry about what to do, what to be… I just have to trust in the fact that everyday, the God of the universe is taking care of my situation.
As God takes good care of me, I have to take good care of myself. Be kind to myself, and see life the way He sees it. It’s a gift, foremost, that I have to unwrap everyday… 
