Baring my heart.

Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

Month: August, 2009

Pick yourself up! …And God will do the rest

If I fall and hurt myself, I’m not going to sit on the ground crying about my pain. I’m not going to complain about my injury, or proclaim to people around me how weak I am. I’m going to want to seek help.

If necessary, I will take medication to heal my pain or to heal my wound. If I need a cast on a broken bone, I will get a cast. If I need a band-aid to cover up a small cut or graze in my skin, I will get a band-aid and put it on. If I need stitches to close up a would in my flesh, I will get those stitches put into place.

As a human being, I am prone to sin. I am vulnerable to tripping over, to falling down, to failing, and to getting hurt. Some of those things I can’t help, but if I do fall, I’m not going to whine or complain about it. I’m not going to declare that, “I, Danica Sevilla, have sinned.” I’m not going to wallow in self pity, or sulk about how I’m useless and worthless.

I’m going to go to God for help. I’m going to read His Word, because it tells me how to heal my wounds, which is through communication with Him, through communion with Him, and through a relationship with Him. I’m going to talk to God about my problems and struggles, rather than going to a person, who is as capable of falling as I am. There’s no reason to ask help of someone who could possibly drag me into their problems and struggles.

Only God — who is completely perfect and sinless, and is stronger than any being on this planet — can be my refuge, my shield, my deliverer from evil, my rescue, my lifesaver, and my hiding place.

“My hiding place, my safe refuge
My treasure Lord, You are
My friend and King, anointed one
Most Holy

Because You’re with me, I will not fear”

From I Will Exalt You by Brooke Fraser/Hillsong

– “Keep moving forward.” – Walt Disney

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“Let not the things of this world ever sway me
I’ll run till I finish the race”
Lord Of Lords by Brooke Fraser/Hillsong

 

Grab that baton and run for your life!

It’s Monday the 24th of August and Day 3 of my fast, and I’m feeling pretty darn good about my weekend. A normal Saturday would have consisted of me sitting in or on my bed checking Facebook, checking emails, reading webcomics and watching a load of Youtube videos. Then, when that was done, I’d sit in front of the TV watching a movie or browsing TV channels while I waited for my piano students to arrive for their lessons (neither of them came on Saturday, by the way, so I guess this weekend was an unexpected breather for me).

Over this weekend, though, I had so much time to myself and I had no idea what to do. I had homework to complete, notes to read, group assessment meetings to organise, a scarf to knit (that I wanted to finish before our now-ending winter ended), and books to finish, but, I still didn’t know what to do. I was being a lazy couch potato, but I now realise that this fast is not just a break from the things that used to unnecessarily consume all of my time. Instead, this fast is a chance for me to run faster than I have ever run before!

When I was in primary school and high school [at Bethel] I used to be really active in athletics. I was able to throw the shot or the discus the furthest. I jumped the longest in long jump, and the highest in high jump. I’d run the 100m in a reasonable time and come first. My ‘amazing’ results sent me to Zone every year, but when I threw, jumped or ran against the girls from the other schools, I couldn’t actually throw that far, I couldn’t actually jump that high, and I wasn’t actually that fast. Needless to say, I always came last (I was lucky if I came 2nd last).

For the purpose of this blog post, and because life is a race that we are running (not a heavy metal ball that we are throwing), let’s focus on the 100 metre event and ignore all the other events.

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‘Dad dies just hours before son’s birth’

On Facebook and on Twitter, I’ve posted links to some pretty gruesome news articles. Always of different things – people getting slaughtered, animals getting slaughtered, etc., but I would have to say that when I came across this article, it exceeded all levels of grisliness for me.

A British man hours away from becoming a new father dropped dead in the maternity ward as his fiancée went into labour.

Dave Robertson, 21, was said to be “immensely excited” about the impending arrival when he collapsed suddenly at the hospital in Swindon, west England, on August 7.

Doctors were unable to resuscitate Mr Robertson and he died a short time later.

A post-mortem failed to determine the cause of death.

Mr Robertson’s fiancée Sharon Phillips gave birth to a healthy boy, Sam, just 10 hours after the call centre worker was pronounced dead.

The man’s grief-stricken father Ken Robertson said his son had taken joy in picking out toys and clothes for the baby before the birth.

“He was a big lad known as ‘Big Dave’ and had no health problems … he was very much a gentle giant,” Ken Robertson told the Swindon Advertiser.

“He was immensely excited about becoming a new dad.”

Friends have paid tribute to popular call centre worker in a Facebook group titled “RIP Dave Robertson”.

Ms Phillips was among those who posted messages on the site.

“I miss you so much, can’t believe how much Sam looks like you, I love you so much,” she wrote.

“Let’s hope our boy touches as many lives as you have, it’s not fair, God only takes the best.”

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45 Day Fast

Associating the number 45 with fasting sounds ridiculous, but who said extending a 40 day fast was wrong?

In the Bible, the number 40 is repeated a whole lot, but it is my understanding that in the Hebrew culture, 40 was not always to be considered a literal measurement of time. I remember someone explaining it to me [and a large congregation of people] in a way similar to the way I will explain now:

As I’m typing this post, it is Saturday the 16th of August, 2009. Forty days ago, it was Tuesday the 7th of July, 2009. I have no idea what happened on that day. If something significant happened on that day, maybe, but as far as I can recall, it was an ordinary day that I most likely spent sleeping in and pigging out on food. I more than likely also watched an episode of Talkin’ ‘Bout Your Generation that night.

It was the middle of November last year 40 weeks ago. I guess I was finishing up my Diploma of Business Management course at TAFE (ugh, I’m glad TAFE is over). It’s now my second [long] semester at UWS, and it doesn’t feel like I went to TAFE just last year.

Forty months ago was April 2006. At that time, I was in Year 11, still new to Penrith Christian Community School. Before the end of the year, the school board removed “community” from the school’s name, and they also promoted the new uniform. Since April of 2006, the current Year 12 class (grade above me) graduated, my grade graduated, and my brother’s grade (the grade below) graduated. April 2006 feels like a really, really long time ago.

Campbells_Soup_CansThe Beatles, Muhammed Ali, Julie Andrews, and Martin Luther King, Jr. were just some of the people who made the 60s a memorable decade. Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup Can and the high-riding bell bottoms were at their peak 40 years ago, and people in my generation will definitely never really understand what is so artistic about a bunch o’ cans. Forty years ago, my parents were still kids. I think it’s pretty obvious that 40 years ago was a really, really long time ago.

The Hebrews didn’t use the number 40 as an accurate measurement of time, because 40 basically meant “a really long time ago.” You can’t really remember what happened 40 days, weeks, months or years ago. The span of time just feels as if it has been going on forever.

Why am I talking about the number 40? Why indeed.

The GFRESH leaders, connect leaders and worship team will be taking part in a 40 day fast in preparation for SOS 09, the Generation Fresh youth camp. Corporately, we will be fasting television, secular music and Facebook. In addition to that, we will each be fasting anything else that will or may hinder us or distract us from getting ready for SOS.

So, where do I come into all of this?

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Welcome to the world, Anastasia!

In my opinion, this news is more important than anything happening in my life right now, and I must admit, I’m pretty psyched about welcoming the first GFRESH baby into the world, Anastasia Fuertes.

anastasia2She was born yesterday, August 9th 2009 at 12:10 PM, weighing 3.115 kg (or 31.15 grams, according to heidlesz =P). In my eyes, she is clearly exhibiting features of both of her parents, and I don’t usually see parental resemblance till it’s pretty darn obvious.

Ally was sitting next to me in church yesterday and suddenly whispered to me that Faith had gone into labour that morning, and that was why the couple weren’t at church. If you weren’t at church yesterday, you could only imagine the excitement that went through GFRESH once we had all heard the news.

I went to the hospital with my family that night to visit Faith, Daz and Anastasia, only to be made to wait because Faith was breastfeeding at the time. But, we finally got to see Anastasia, and she is the tiniest, precious bundle that I have seen in a while.

anastasia1My mum is holding her in this photo. All the [older, more experienced] mums [who have teenage kids] that were there kept telling us youths that we shouldn’t touch her yet because of our germs. It didn’t matter though, ’cause over the next few years, we are going to turn into the most over-protective Ohana EVER.

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