you are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.

Choice

I’ll always remember this phrase; you are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.

I’m free to choose to overeat either in terms of calories or quantity; I’m not free to choose the consequences of gaining weight.

I’m free to stay up too late; I’m not free to choose the consequences of grogginess the next day.

I’m free to choose to hold on to unforgiveness; I’m not free to choose the consequences of bitterness.

I’m free to be careless with my words; I’m not free to choose the consequences of damaged relationships.

I’m free to let my love for writing to remain as wishful thinking; I’m not free to choose the consequences of living (or dying) with regrets.

 

On the flip side:

I’m free to choose to eat moderately and healthily and enjoy being able to fit nicely into whatever clothes I wear.

I’m free to choose to sleep by a designated time and enjoy clear-thinking and better energy the next day.

I’m free to choose to forgive and enjoy being set free.

I’m free to choose uplifting words and enjoy seeing others being encouraged and not tear down.

I’m free to choose to persist with this daily writing prompts and enjoy whatever that comes with it—satisfaction, interaction with the blogging community, and hopefully being able to encourage someone along the way.

What would you choose to do, or not to do today?


20 days writing prompt series. Day three: One-word inspiration.

15 things I’ve learned from going through the pain of my family upheaval.

Thanks to the WordPress 20 days writing prompts aka Everyday Inspiration, I’m finally writing about what I’ve learned from going through six months (and counting) of loss and pain.

Here are 15 things I’ve learned from going through pain:

  1. Pain is the mother of necessity in growth as a person.
  2. That really, I can’t control outcomes. I have zero arse control over many things…ok, everything.
  3. I’m not god.
  4. That crazy notion of ‘joy amidst suffering’—it’s real and possible.
  5. I hurt people, and I seriously need to say sorry.
  6. The years of repetitive hurts caused by others has hardened my heart.
  7. Depression is real, and it sucks big time.
  8. I have a choice to give my hand to God and let Him lift me up from my dungeon.

    Wrestling with God

    And not be like this. Puny me resisting the Big Guy’s help. Doodle credit: Chan Wai.

  9. My years of anger issue is a blinking symptom of something seriously wrong going inside of me.
  10. What happened even when we were a toddler, stays in the memory, even if we are not aware of it. And it can trigger hot buttons. I learned that from Elijah House.
  11. God’s word is true and not to be messed with.
  12. The liberation of letting go, and then through prayer, letting God work— the feeling is unbelievably comforting.
  13. Not to negate or rationalise away emotions.
  14. Emotion is the language of our heart, telling us what’s happening inside.
  15. God can heal the deepest hurts.

Bonus: Making a list is such fun. Try it!

Share your list with me?


20 days writing prompt series. Day two: Write a list

Why do I write?

Why do I write?

I write because it’s the song to my soul.

When I write, I feel every cell in me comes alive. I write—because that’s one of the greatest ways for me to hear myself.

And then I write because of you. The you who resonates not only with the content of my writing but the heart of it. The you who may pause and ponder in mid-sentence through the blog post. The you who just may need that bit of soul-lifting for the day. The you who may say, “someone gets me.”

Most importantly, I write because of Him. I write because He has given me the gift of writing.

I used to shy away from acknowledging this gift. But I’ve been correctly pointed out that—all good gifts come from God—and we are to be grateful. Not only that, we are to use it for good. So I write to give the glory back to God—for He gives me the joy of doing so.

Soli Deo gloria

 


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