My Mask, My pains, My time
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I have a wonderful mask; it's all cheerful and strong. It keeps me from being oversensitive and allows me to overlook flaws in others and help them. It's the literal "die to self" psychology. Instead of dropping my face to the ground and let people step, I hide my pride and sorrow all behind a little mask. It prevents me from getting hurt too badly by others.
Lately, I have been driven to the point of being broken. I'm so busy, 3 day church week and 5 day school week. I'm being pushed to the max. I have a feeling that God is giving me Time Management lesson 101. Manage time with family and friends into that busy schedule.
I had fun at the e games lab today. We played Cs till halfway then switched to DOTA. SY joined us. Then we went for lunch. I returned to TCT and helped out as a volunteer with an extreme kids session. It gave me a chance to learn more about interacting with kids and brought back memories of the past.
After that, we had a sharing session followed by prayer session. Instead of getting letting myself rest and be healed, I seemed to have taken away something more besides the learning experience there. I went home with a heavy heart. I want to give this unhappy heart to God, ask him to heal it and return it. I just fear I may never get it back…
1 Thessalonians 2
2:4
On the contrary, we speak as men approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel. We are not trying to please men but God, who tests our hearts.
2:5
You know we never used flattery, nor did we put on a mask to cover up greed—God is our witness.
2:6
We were not looking for praise from men, not from you or anyone else.
Lately, I have been driven to the point of being broken. I'm so busy, 3 day church week and 5 day school week. I'm being pushed to the max. I have a feeling that God is giving me Time Management lesson 101. Manage time with family and friends into that busy schedule.
I had fun at the e games lab today. We played Cs till halfway then switched to DOTA. SY joined us. Then we went for lunch. I returned to TCT and helped out as a volunteer with an extreme kids session. It gave me a chance to learn more about interacting with kids and brought back memories of the past.
After that, we had a sharing session followed by prayer session. Instead of getting letting myself rest and be healed, I seemed to have taken away something more besides the learning experience there. I went home with a heavy heart. I want to give this unhappy heart to God, ask him to heal it and return it. I just fear I may never get it back…
1 Thessalonians 2
2:4
On the contrary, we speak as men approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel. We are not trying to please men but God, who tests our hearts.
2:5
You know we never used flattery, nor did we put on a mask to cover up greed—God is our witness.
2:6
We were not looking for praise from men, not from you or anyone else.
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