Banking

What kind of relationship do we have with our banks?

Banks provide services.

We use their services.

We are the customers.

They serve us.

So why does it feel like they're trying to rip us off sometimes?

We leave our money at their disposal. They already make money off of our money.

So why does it feel like they're trying to penalize rather than serve sometimes?

Thankful

不要為明天憂慮, 因爲明天自有明天的憂慮. 一天的難處一天當就夠了.

Trying not to worry.

你們需用的這一切東西, 你們的天父是知道的.

Trying to have faith.

凡事要奉我們主耶穌基督的名常常感謝父神.

Trying to give thanks.

Been so overwhelmed of late.

Really didn't need this to happen today.

But what can I do? What happened, happened.

All I can do now is trust in the Lord. Believe that He's still in control.

我們曉得萬事都互相效力, 叫愛神的人得益處.

百感交集

Tainted joy...

Not enjoying this anymore...

百感交集

So much has happened in so little time.

I'm excited, scared, worried, filled with self-doubt, yet ecstatic at the same time.

*Deep breath*

A lot of planning to do, a lot of praying for guidance, a lot of learning, a lot of communication, a lot of sacrifice.

But it's worth all that.

She's worth all that.

From 她的睫毛 - 周杰倫

她的睫毛 彎的嘴角 無預警的對我笑
沒有預兆 出乎預料 竟然先對我示好
她的睫毛 彎的嘴角 用眼神對我拍照
我戒不掉 她的微笑 洋溢幸福的味道

她粉嫩清秀的外表 像是多汁的水蜜桃 誰都想咬
她嘴上亮麗的唇膏 有一股自信的驕傲 我看得到

Heh...

Ecstatic... yet anxious...

What's gonna happen? Nobody knows.

I'm just learning to have faith.

In the meantime, good luck trying to wipe this smile off my face.

More... Joys

The Joy of Competition...

The Joy of Winning...

The Joy of Accomplishment... of Achievement...

The Joy of Creativity... of Invention...

The Joy of Success...

The Joy of Battle... of Confrontation...

The Joy of Challenge... of Overcoming Challenge...

The Joy of Insight... of Understanding...

The Joy of Scoring...

In summary...

The Joy of Soccer.

Still... Joyful

Some... unpleasant things... have happened.

Yet... I don't feel... depressed.

Maybe because I'm really learning to trust in God...

Or maybe because I just played soccer...

I know God is my refuge... but soccer is like... my second refuge.

A place where I can be lost to my troubles... my problems... my sadnesses.

What I wanted... or what I thought I wanted... I'm not even chasing it that badly anymore.

Que será, será.