The Little Girl Who Fell In Love With The Game

If you are young, promise me you will not turn your passion into an obligation. If you are old and have lost your fire, promise me you will do everything to get it back. If you are on fire and doing what you were created for, promise me you will influence others to do the same.

I think there are two ways to die before you leave this world. One is to stop doing work that you’re passionate about (in the positive sense of the word, e.g. you’re not doing drugs or selling it), two is to turn it into an obligation and eventually lose the fire and joy in doing it. I don’t know which one is worse but I think I’ve experienced both.

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we (on a field of white and black)

black and white field

Hands upon the keys
Of white and black
Right hand glides
Left bounces in rhythm
Then their shadows cross
Swiftly they change planes
Arms then overlap
Then unwrap
Two dancers making music
On a field of white and black
But long before
The pair had rhyme
Was one hand playing
A soliloquy
A raw melody
Sung in the absence
Of just one
Then comes along
A different way
To play a song
No longer I but we
We make these piercing
Notes to intertwine
The clanking keys
To be a symphony
We scale the distance
Like strength built on each other’s
Chorded together
Impenetrable
No longer one but two
Two shadows crossed and lingered
Arms that overlapped, but not unwrap
On a field of white and black

A Love Song

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I just would like to share a song I wrote this afternoon. The Refrain (both melody and words) is still in the works… And I’m thinking a third verse would be nice. 🙂 Hoping to finish it soon…

This is dedicated to all my single friends/readers and all those who are no longer single after waiting long for “The One.” This is also for those who are hoping to learn to trust God when it comes to ‘love.’

Cheers!
-Riz


A Love Song

Verse I
We don’t know what we’re missing
But I don’t really care
They say that time is ticking
To hurry up, ‘coz love might not be fair

Verse II
But I’ve learned to lock up everything
That’s meant only for you
I’ve bottled up my words and pray’rs
For God, and my God-picked you

Refrain
For though I live for today
I’m saving for tomorrow
I know you’re worth all the wait
For my Daddy promised…

Chorus
He makes all things beautiful
In His time, in His time, in His time
And so I surrender everything
In His hands, in His hands, in His hands

Repeat Chorus

Baptism of Love

Hi everyone, I just wanna share something I stumbled upon. It IS all about LOVE!:

 

Elijah Maswanganyi:
A Baptism in Love Experience


Several years ago I went into a sublime experience of what I term a “baptism in love.” This title, I hope, will not give the reader the impression that I am expounding upon the unusual doctrinal teaching. My purpose is merely to narrate accurately, truthfully and sincerely my personal experience. I trust that my testimony will show that God, in the exercise of His Sovereign Power and great Grace, does reveal Himself to certain individuals in various ways, not with a purpose of launching a new doctrine, but for the purpose of spiritual development of that individual. After all, the ways of God are not the ways of men.

And now, my experience of a Baptism in Love:

I was alone, sleeping in my room after I had finished my usual devotions. All of a sudden, at about two o’clock in the morning, I heard and felt beautiful music surging within me like a symphonic orchestra at the highest crescendo. The music within me was joined by a host of angelic beings around me. There was perfect harmony between the song within me and that of the angels around me. The harmony of the music, which was accompanied by instruments, was not only beautiful to the highest degree, but also absolutely perfect and completely fulfilling my deepest spiritual and emotional longings. I felt transported by that music into the heavenlies. The chorus sung was, “Tell it to Jesus – He is a Friend That is Well Known.”

It was as if someone was turning the volume higher and higher. At the highest crescendo, I felt drowned in the ocean of that angelic music. At that point of sweeping ecstasy, I saw the most beautiful hand of Jesus, but I did not see His body. The hand moved gracefully towards my forehead. After His touch, I got out of bed and burst into tongues – utterances of praise in speech and song which were in perfect harmony with the angelic singing. My hands were stretched up from about two o’clock to about six o’clock in the morning. My hands and feet never got tired. Then I sobbed with joy, peace and happiness. It was at this point that I was baptized with love. From that moment on I knew that I had gone through a new experience with God.

God’s Love is Freedom

When I opened the door at about six o’clock in the morning, I loved everything my eyes fell on. I loved the peoples of various races; they appeared to me like God’s bouquet of flowers. I loved the sky, the clouds, the trees, the grass, the buildings, the cars and the animals. All my suspicions, judgmental attitudes and fears were gone. I was so full of peace, which Paul describes as one that “passeth all human understanding,” that for the first time in my life I felt completely free. Perhaps it is that experience that gave me a new definition of love, namely “God’s Love Is Freedom.”

After that glorious and supernatural experience, my life and ministry have never been the same. God gave me the capacity to understand and to love people unconditionally and to forgive unconditionally. It is that love that enables me to forgive untoward situations in advance.

Because of this experience I love all people, I think people, I dream people all the time. In my travels throughout the world, people have testified about this love of God in me. I get through to most people without much effort because God made all people to respond to love.

Even when people may not understand your language and culture they do know when you love them. From the Bible I can see why I cannot hate. It is because hatred is of the devil’s nature and love is of God’s nature. I may get angry over certain situations, but that anger is short-lived. There is a big difference between hate and anger. Hate is the sin of the spirit, whereas anger is purely emotional.

Love is the greatest need of the world. Because love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend, it is a constructive power that should be promoted in the home, school, church, governments and international relations, more than any other power.

Elijah Maswanganyi
From The Power of Love and Reconciliation
Source: The ElijahList

‘so’ loved

If we put our heads together...

Jacob ‘so loved’ Benjamin that he would die of grief should this youngest son’s life be taken from him. He also ‘so loved’ Joseph that from the time Joseph disappeared and had been assumed dead, Jacob never stopped grieving their separation.

After Joseph disappeared:

He mourned deeply for his son for a long time. 35 His family all tried to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. “I will go to my grave mourning for my son,” he would say, and then he would weep. Genesis 37:34-35, NLT

Judah speaks about ‘the boy’ Benjamin:

“And now, my lord, I cannot go back to my father without the boy. Our father’s life is bound up in the boy’s life. 31 If he sees that the boy is not with us, our father will die. We, your servants, will indeed be responsible for sending that grieving, white-haired man to his grave…” Genesis 44:30-31, NLT (emphasis mine)

I could not help but weep after reading this last passage about Jacob’s affections for Benjamin. His life was bound up in the boy’s life, the Scripture said, that he believed he would die should he lose his son! How closely knit to a son could a father get? Certainly not closer than Jacob was to Benjamin! What tenderness and fragility in an old man’s heart! He must have adored the kid and every moment of it’s life that the thought of losing him would mean being ripped apart.

That moment, Father God came speaking to me with the same tenderness of Jacob’s heart. I love my Son this way. I love each and every son I have this way. I love each and every daughter I have created, this way. Do you understand it now Riz?

I literally sobbed feeling the intensity of God’s pain and affection, the longing of my Abba Father, to redeem his lost children, blinded by sin, unaware of a love so unconditional and tender. If you want to preach the Gospel Riza, do understand this. Do you now understand?

For the first time in my life, I think I finally began to understand. For a moment I stopped weeping and wiped my tears, then I wept again, stopped, then wept again. It felt as though God would want to reveal more but my tiny heart felt like it could no longer contain the intense passion of His pure love for His children.

O God I want to understand more, but my heart seemed so full of other things. Help me make room for more of You in my heart. Help me make room for the souls you want to save.

16“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16, NIV (emphasis mine)

My love it satisfies, my blood it gives you life. My mercy far outweighs your need. My justice never fails. My faithfulness prevails. My strength is poured out for the weak. There is a river… that never runs dry… My cup runneth over, the wellspring of life, oh it satisfies! — Wellspring by Audra Lynn

old photographs

i found this photo of me with my five other female cousins. (cropped them out so i get to be the star in this pix. haha.) i remember that one or two of my front teeth were missing during time of photo shoot, thus the tightly sealed lips.

moments ago i was also reminded of a photo i had in college where i was wearing loose jeans – straight cut, loose giordano shirt, and bulky bulldog-type shoes. i looked gay. 😛 and if many go through the awkward stage during their adolescent years, i think i went through it for the most of my teenage years. awwww. i wonder where that old photo is.

the thought of sharing it to some of my newfound friends crossed my mind. would i be ashamed to share such an awkward looking picture of myself? but honestly, i don’t think i will be ashamed. there was a part of my life when i had been so ashamed of many things about myself. but now i know that God loved me during that stage of my life with the same love that He has for me right now. if God was never ashamed of me then, then neither should i be ashamed of myself right?

there is so much acceptance in Jesus that i think, no matter how eeky-looking some of our old photos are (or some of our actual past lives are), it never really crossed God’s mind that we are eeky. His heart just steadily burned with a passion for us the way we are right at that moment. He loves us now, He loves us forever, He loved us then, even while we were yet sinners. (Romans 5:8)

Dear God,

Thank you for creating me. I thank you for the rough and smooth edges alike. May this little vessel give glory to Your name.

Riz

an ocean and a rock < some poetry!

what you at my gentle spoken friend i lack a frame to put you in when you’re an ocean and a rock away

i feel you in the pocket of my overcoat my fingers wrap around your words they take the shape of games we play

i feed your words through my buttonholes pin them to my fingerless gloves green and prone to fraying

Thoughts of you, warm my bones I’m on the way, I’m on the phone, Lets get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.

i am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an ocean and a rock away

i keep you in the pockets of my dresses and the bristles of my brushes spin you into my curls today

I spoon you into my coffee cup, spin you through a delicate wash I wear you all day

Thoughts of you warm my bones I’m on my way, I’m on the phone lets get lost, me and you an ocean and a rock is nothing to me

Thoughts of you, warm my bones, I’m on the way, I’m nearly home, Lets get lost, me and you an ocean and a rock is nothing to me

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i love your poetry and music lisa hannigan! 🙂

Like Fire!

His words are burning with HOPE for our nation. Ever felt like there’s a fire in you that you can’t contain any longer? I believe God desires each of us to be awakened to a calling beyond our wildest dreams. And He desires the same for our nation! Because of this, I recently started a blog where different Christian writers can share their heart that is burning with love for God and our nation.

Visit this blog and discover fire. http://likefireinmybones.com

Feel free to share this blog with your friends and contacts. We would also love to hear what you think about this blog, and if you would also like to share to us writings about loving God and nation.

My prayer is that we will all be set ablaze to live a life of abundance and extreme obedience to God!

Riz