Caveat Lector

For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. It's been almost 500 days since I've left my full time job and man was it a journey.. thinking back of those days without my Lord, I really felt this verse speak to me. At first, guilt and shame overcame (more on that next time) - what did you do with these 500 days? What did you accomplish?  But God is gentle and kind - he spoke to me that 500 days on earth is no better than half a day in his courts. How many of us have had a bad half day? Does it affect the rest of our lives? Does it have an impact on eternity? If not, why should I let the enemy use guilt to over power me? A thousand days cannot compare to one day in your courts I'm forever yours <3

母亲的爱，像一座高山， 蕴藏着深深的情感关怀， 就像春天里盛开的花朵， 从天地之间绽放而来。 女儿勇敢地闯荡世界， 激情像燃烧的火焰一样， 不愿受束缚，自由自在， 在风中自由地飞翔。 我们的道路不一样， 她在人生的舞台上奋斗， 母亲心里忧虑满满， 但却爱她永远不变。 当阴云遮挡视线， 母亲温柔地拍拍我的头， 只希望我能回家， 心情一直挂念。 看着我成长，像花儿开放， 偷偷地流下眼泪， 她的眼中隐藏着秘密， 风雨无法阻挡， 她的爱永远无边。 虽然道路曲折， 但爱会一直陪伴着你， 母亲守候在你身边， 爱你永不停息。

Once upon a time, in a vibrant town, Lived a girl named Chmel, never with a frown. She loved to explore and learn every day, With her friend Fyona, who showed her the way. Fyona was active, so healthy and strong, With her radiant smile, she could never go wrong. She'd wake up each morning, full of cheer, Ready for her daily workout, oh my dear! One sunny day, Chmel joined Fyona's quest, To discover why exercise is truly the best. They set off to the gym, with excitement in tow, To learn why being healthy makes our spirits glow. In the gym, Fyona showed Chmel around, Weights, treadmills, and yoga mats abound. She said, "Exercise keeps our bodies strong, It's a special gift that we all should prolong." Next, they stretched and reached for the stars, Fyona said, "Flexibility will take you far. It helps prevent injuries, keeps us agile and light, So we can dance and play, from morning till night." They practiced yoga, finding peace in each pose, Fyona whispe

When I was younger, I used to be scared that my parents would die in their sleep. Hence, everytime I pass by them late at night, I'll put a hand on them to make sure they're still breathing and go back to sleep. So.. I have insomnia and having a snoring partner isn't helpful to be fair it's not that loud but I'm pretty sensitive to sound and light when I can't sleep. Now I'm trying to think that: Snoring is his way of saying "Hey, I'm alive, don't worry and sleep well!"  idk if that's sweet or sad lol.

For 2 quarters now, I've lost a few weeks, to being sick.. to brain throbbing pain, to paralysis, to numbness, to blindness, to panic, to blood and tears in my eyes actually.. I essentially lose them to death 💀 and the inevitability is that we will all lose our 100% to sick, and death eventually.. why don't we think/talk/do more about it? 🤔 that makes me sad 🥺 and ponder.. *as long as I don't/won't lose my will?