Writing on walls

Inspired by Stef’s Truth Thursdays. I can never get the day right though…

When I was in preschool, my family lived in a one-bedroom apartment in Sampaloc. My mom had all the walls painted pristine white in the belief that this would make the place look bigger. Of course my brother and I immediately grabbed pencils and crayons and started scribbling on those walls. Aside from the spanking that followed, I can barely remember what I wrote. I think we mostly did drawings. My favorite drawing subject was a shining sun that my dad said resembled a roasted potato with sticks poking out in all directions. Artistically talented I am not.

The walls surrounding me in my boardinghouse are also glaringly white and blank. My tiny room was allergy-proofed by my mom, so that must be why the color scheme is the same. Writing these on my walls is very very tempting….

Rita

I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.

Ilya

Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.

Tarits

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Pray.

I love to teach.

I have more than enough.

Wake up.    WAKE UP.  gising! Wake up.    WAKE UP. bangon.    Gising.

 GET UP NOW!