Turning 27.

My mom was 27 when she gave birth to me. After 27 years the baby is now a lady.

I really tried writing my thank you remarks for my mini kiddie party last night. But I got so preoccupied with work and I had a migraine the other night (my real birth date!) so I just relied on my expertise, impromptu speech, which I consider almost a complete blah blah. My gasps the MC (Jacky, who turned out to be a hands-down excellent MC) asked me what my birthday wish was, I got metal blocked and said moneyssss and world peace hahaha. (well that’s a first since I used to wish boyfriend, which now I have, thank you very much. hahaha.) WHAT I WAS THINKING!

Now after a much deserved sleep and I’m back to my sane self, I get to process what really turning 27 means to me.

Whenever I make my life about me. I turned out to be so self-absorbed, impatient, worldly, selfish creature who sucks out the life of every healthy Christan friends I have. And at the end of the day I’m still empty, depressed and discontent. And instead of encouragement I tend to say words that are discouraging or prideful not being aware that I did because out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.

Whenever I pursue God and make my ultimate life goal is to bring Him glory, even if I turned out empty handed, I have peace and joy. I see myself worthless and little compared to His whole creation. I am humbled how He loves me and use me despite of me being “myself.” Whenever I pursue God I careless about being on top, getting applause or praises from people I look up to. Its easy to be gracious and patient knowing and understanding God’s grace and patience to my own learning curves.

As the boyfriend says it, “Following Christ is making unpopular decisions, but we can never experience greater joy if we don’t.”

Twenty-seven years of God’s faithfulness, now that I know Him, I see no reason why stop. Being 27 to me means surrendering the past and trusting the future…. all of it before God’s throne.