Good Friday

Hey!

Oh well, here it goes, i'm lying on my sister's bed coz' my back's aching. Today, I went up BANGAN HILL with my white walking shoes, folded shorts and white loose shirt where it says "I LOVE CANADA", both of the sleeves are rolled up to my shoulders. I was with my high school friends this morning, who I consider, as my true friends, coz' I've been with them through thick and thin for more than a decade now. So, that brings us to a story called childhood friends. Honestly,I went up to make a sacrifice for my future and to repent for the mistakes that I've been regretting for so long. I want Them to help me or just give me enough strength and faith in  myself. I may look confident and all that, but it's not what it seems. Nothing is what it seems to be. So, to continue with the story, As we headed up, most of the people there, were serious about it or maybe they were pretending  to be like one. I noticed that we were not into it as expected of us to be coz' most of the time we were just sharing our fields of joy. 


We tried to control the "laughing" situation, by saying "HOY,TOL BAWAL TUMAWA." and guess what? It was an epic fail. I think, we had our own valid reasons like: We were far from the actors where in we didn't hear a thing or atleast see them perform, but, when we got near them, we eventually replied to the prayers and heard some of the verses that the actor said. The verse that caught my attention was :

"Matthew 5:44 But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,"

For some reason, it gave me a very hard punch right into my hollowed chest. I felt that God or maybe even His Son, Jesus, was talking to me. The truth is,I was really affected. There was this hatred inside of me and if God asks me who or what it was? I don't really think he'd ask me that, coz' He perfectly knows.

And when I got home, I was tired. I was with a heavy baggage that I still haven't surrendered to the forgive and forget area. I ate my brunch. I slept. I ate ice cream hoping to feel better  but it was no use. So, just when i finished downloading the movie - THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST, I wanted to show it to my little sister,I realized, that it wasn't really for her, it was really meant for me. >.<

We watched the movie. My little sister and I cried. I didn't just cry, I was talking to God and to Jesus. It was the feeling where I had to burst out a lot of tears and mumble stuffs which made my sister a little bit scared of me. After the movie, I talked to God. 

I've hated a lot. I've cursed. I've made mistakes.I've cried. I've regretted. I've reflected.

"To those whom I've hurt. I am truly and deeply SORRY. It's never too late to start fresh."

I am ready to make a fresh start with God and His Son Jesus.

-S