Keep on Trying

Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God."

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.

Just now, as I was cleaning my room, I was crawling under the bed to get something. I kept on trying to get on my knees so I wouldn't be flat on my stomach but the bottom of the bed prevented me. I kept bumping my head.

Did you know that getting into the kingdom God is just like crawling under a bed? You're focused on your goal and sometimes it's hard to continue going through the narrow path and you stretch out trying to widen your boundaries. But God's always there to push you back into track. He doesn't force us though, if we want to get out, he'll let us.

Yep, we're all wiggling through the narrow path of life. We bump our head sometimes and are discouraged and want to back out. But our goal is in front and we are almost there. We need to push on and keep on trying. Focus our eyes on the price.

Keep on pushing on. Don't give up. The price is in front and the path is growing shorter and shorter. Focus your eyes and continue to press forward.

wishes

Do wishes always come through? I wish they did. I wish that I had someone whom I could talk real private stuff to, who understands, who's older, and the youngest in the family. Someone who can help me with my work without being angry at me. Someone who's close to me and I feel comfortable with...the youngest in the family is a very necessary thing. People who are the oldest in the family only think that younger siblings are a pain in the neck and don't see how much we all suffer...

Anyway, my day was okay. I mean, work was fine and hard. I hate asking my sis for help cause she's always mad at me, or at least the tone of her voice sounds mad so I survived asking a few other people who didn't know! LOL! Anyway, I'll ask my mom or my dad.

Why do some things have to happen? I wish some things never happened...

I need a hug...

American or Malaysian

Do you want to go back to America? This is the question that I always have to answer. Usually, I reply "yea" without even thinking. But then, the last time I was asked this question I hesitated and then replied, "yea". But do I really want to go back? Or do I wanna stay here in Malaysia. Am I more Malaysian or more American?

Malaysian: I don't know their language and their culture. I love the food and can take the chili. I'm just different in the way I act and more outspoken like Americans. I can't adjust to the weather and might never say 'la' or 'ma'.

American: I know their culture and act like one of them. I have their accent, even if it's wearing off. I love the weather.

I realized that I don't belong in either. I only belong to God. I will never fit in to the Malaysian family or the American, but I will fit in to the family of God. And I'm so glad I belong to a family. And that family is you all, brothers and sisters in Christ. I love you all and as long as I am with my huge family I'll be happy. I just wanna be with you. The only problem is will you allow me in. As neither an Malaysian or American, but just as I am. A child of God. Will you except me for who I am. Will you? Will you?

And the head of my family replies, "Yes, my child, I accept you. Come." He will accept you, any culture, any person. Come into his family. The gates are wide open. It doesn't matter what other people think of you. Whether you're popular, pretty, anything.

He is saying, "Come" but will you come?

"Come, my child, come..."