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 andÂ 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 subjectÂ 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. WritingÂ these onÂ my walls is very very tempting….
I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.
Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
I love to teach.
I have more than enough.
Wake up.Â Â Â WAKE UP.Â gising! Wake up.Â Â Â WAKE UP. bangon.Â Â Â Gising.
Â GETÂ UP NOW!