Apologies.

Hello, beloved! How are you? I hope that all is going well with you.

I want to apologize for not posting here for days. As you well know, my third year in college have started last month. Requirements levelled up a notch and most of my time is spent doing them as well as I can. It’s great, actually, to see that God has not changed, His grace is still enough, no matter what ‘demand’ is placed upon His children. I am claiming that this semester is my best one yet.

Anyway, I think I can now post more often, what with the school installing a wifi connection in our dormitory. I still can’t answer messages, though (Again, sorry!!). I’ll come back to you guys during weekends. :)

I hope that all is well with you! Remember always that God is faithful to you and nothing will change that! You’re greatly blessed!

Maybe I should let go and forget all about the expectations that people set upon me. I am an eighteen-year-old girl who should cut herself some slack. I have to grow, I have to bloom, I have to recover, and I have to learn. I don’t always get it at first try, and I am not perfect. I am not that.

I get often get stuck with writer’s block while trying to complete papers that are due tomorrow. I often have to bite back my tongue just so I don’t hurt the other person; that does not change the hurt that is there, though. I often cry at night, tempted to give up on myself.

No. I am not perfect. I need to grow and I need to live life. I need to experience being human, because that’s how I know that I need Jesus Christ with me. That’s how I know why I can’t go on without Him. I can be all the human being that I want, but without His grace, I will not know what I should do with my stumbles and falls, my successes and joys. If He does not lead me, I will go in circles in life, following my whims or the ways of this world.

Yes, all of us are human. I am human and it’s beautiful. It is beautiful because His grace is the right light through which I see myself. My life.

Pam Carbungco, Musings

(Source: godsradicaldaughter)

"Thank you." This is what I’ve learning this week— saying thank you to people who tell me kind words. I’ve just realized how much effort it took these persons to encourage and commend, and really, I also realized that I don’t want it to be ignored.

"Thank you." This is what I’ve learning this week— saying thank you to people who tell me kind words. I’ve just realized how much effort it took these persons to encourage and commend, and really, I also realized that I don’t want it to be ignored.

(Source: godsradicaldaughter)

I find You during the sleepless nights, when the seconds seem to slip as quickly as deadlines come upon me. You are hope and strength and comfort in my solitude and You tell me that with You, I can do all things.
I find You when other people’s words sting much worse than they should, my heart, resolve or security cracking just a little. You hold me up, hold me together; I am reminded that who I am is everything I’ve been given in You.
I find You whenever I meet dead ends, the enormity of mountains and walls keeping me frozen in fear. You lift me up, make me soar, and see me through. The stars tremble in awe of Your majesty, and oh, how these mountains tremble because of You.
You find me in my highs and lows. You hold me through it all. I see and experience You not because I’ve earned it, but because You chose to be near. In the darkest or the brightest, I find You because You’ve always been there. With me.

Pam Carbungco, Found

(Source: godsradicaldaughter)

My journal is filled with questions. I am learning that I can not only admit that I have questions about life and about myself, but I can also come to God and give them to Him, because He also holds the answers.

Pam Carbungco

(Source: godsradicaldaughter)

We fight, but it is the fight of faith not of effort, for our God fights for us and therefore we have perfect peace. We work but it is not we who work, but God who works in us and through us, and therefore we rest. We work as the instrument works in the hands of the skillful workman.

Hannah Withall Smith (via godsradicaldaughter)