Happy new year. No mushy love stories for now. I’m all out of ideas (writer’s block?) – or rather, I’m still in the process of brewing up more ideas. But that’s okay. It’s time for a serious blog post anyway. (So hindi pala seryoso ang usapang pag-ibig…? Haha. Anu na nga ba yon, Shiela??? LOL).
A serious blog post. I’ve forgotten how to write one of those. Yeah right. Just joking. I don’t know how serious this blog post is going to get, so I’ll just type away…
2009. 2008 is over and now – it’s 2009. 2009. God, what does this year hold for me? Is this IT? Would it indeed be my year for soaring? Would it???
I remember last year, someone released a word to me and told me that 2008 was going to be my year. I held on to that word. Despite the shakiness of the first part of the year (guess who was emotionally unstable? Haha), what followed were months of breakthroughs, months of brand new experiences, months of just reaching towards greater heights… And indeed, it it was my year. Amazingly, it was. And so, during this New Year’s Eve, while the whole world continued to party, I spent the rest of its early morning going through each memory stone, thanking God for all the experiences, for all the lessons learned, for every trial and for every breakthrough… and just cried my eyes out. Because He has been so good. He is indeed so faithful.
And now it’s 2009. It’s the beginning of a new year. It’s the beginning of greater things. Greater challenges. Greater experiences. Greater breakthroughs.
But I have no idea what to expect.
Or maybe I do.
But I guess I’m on that cliff again, looking towards the unknown, feeling that strange mixture of terror and anticipation. I see the clouds below, covering all the jagged pieces of rocks that would pierce my body, should I fall.
But I won’t fall.
Because I know this is the year to fly. To soar. To soar above those rocks. And more than that. This is the year to soar above those clouds. Higher than I have ever been before.
Looking at my current situation, it seems oh so unlikely. But looking at my Daddy God, NOTHING is unlikely. Because through Him, all things are possible.
So I choose to believe. As I stand on the edge of this cliff, as I continue to look toward the unknown, I choose to set my eyes on Him, and believe in – and not be terrorized by – the things unseen.
Because I am ready to take this leap.
I will soar.
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