romans 8:26
in the same way the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express
its a saturday, a week before army day where i would be able to wear my uniform for another day of the week. haha. in slightly under three months time i would be finally setting aside the uniform for awhile to give it some rest, but it has brought me many memories.
oddly enough, it isnt the army thing. for once. that has brought me to this webpage. which many can tell i do not visit very often.
i wouldn't call this weekend a TOTAL blast thus far. i think it would be very tough to hit that high impossible standard that stupid ppl like me set for ourselves, but i would think that it has been more or less satisfying. but at the same time, it has left me pretty wanting, with many questions to ask, many ppl i would say.
it all started on wed i guess. when i asked someone out for dinner on friday night. i wouldnt be able to describe why, and knowing full well that it WASNT the wisest thing to do, i went ahead and asked anyway. and surprisingly she said. yes. -ok wise guys- but yeah. dinner on friday turned out pretty good in fact. its as though nothing had happened the past few months, and everything was back to normal. i was back in my idealistic little world, with the background info knowing that it was not possible. haha. odd. but as romans 8:26 might similiarly ( though blunt in its similarity) suggest, groanings that you accept but don't understand.
floorball was horrible i guess. saturday morning floorball. played like a few games. kena owned the whole time. and BEST. i sprained my ankle again. left one this time. it was classic i tell you. and during church camp echo later that day ppl were given a mirror image about what happened during church camp ( i sprained my right ankle. hurh.) but yeah. im alright i guess=) its just a sprain. no soccer for a bit thats all. just one thing biting though. was hearing that physical affliction comes when you sin=X haha. wouldnt deny that. not one bit.
the highlight of the weekend thus far was not the dinner. surprisingly. though that had left me ridiculously happy. but it was the prayer and praise that ZhiWen conducted after the Church Camp Echo. There is a certain charm that comes with PnP. i cant point a finger to it, maybe it really is the isolation with God and the accompaniment music allowing you to sing yourself silly praises that flow out of you naturally. the best way i can put it. moving to the music. singing out loud. the number in the sanctuary couldnt have exceeded 20. but with two guitars, two violins and a piano, i bet we sounded like a full congregation. it sounded like that to me. romans 8:26 was read at the start of the PnP, and it hit me right from the start. it felt good. really good. and yeah. i was just pouring myself out. what struck me. i don't know. but yeah. you don't need to know somethings dont you?
reflections during the prayer time:
we're just humans. frail and weak as we are. opinionated, impressionable, swaying like the wind. we're cowards, running away from trouble, busying ourself with mounds of work and mindless bother while missing out on the real issue at end.
why run away when the issue is at hand? when others are affected by your lack of action and your procrastination?
i look in the mirror at myself and the ppl behind me. we just don't understand the things that are plainly clear to us.
i have questions. i need answers.
won't you tell me... why?
you only want the things you cant have.
-Mitch Albom's For One More Day
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