I'm back, and I'm sec 4.
Hi,
I'm back. It's been 533 days since I last posted on this blog, and many things have happened in that last 533 days.
For starters, Os are coming to an end. You know who everyone used to go "When Os are over, I'm going to..."? Now, it's becoming a reality. It feels so surreal, the fact that 10 years of education have just come and gone.
Prom is on the 22nd. I'm the emcee. That's something to remember. I've never gotten a hosting gig so big before. Here's hoping that I'll be as good as Neil Patrick Harris was on the Emmys in 2009.
In church, I've became a MM. It's really an honor. Looking back at past me in 2009, and the present me, I think I've changed a lot. I was just talking to Elena over MSN a few days ago, and I realized something interesting. You know how when you walk down the street, and you see someone who looks exactly like you? That's a "Doppelganger". It's German for "look-alike".
It's interesting how over time, we all become our own doppelgangers. We all change into this person who looks exactly the same, but with extremely different characteristics. Whether good or bad. This makes me wonder, is doppelganger Samuel the better version, or the worse version. By God's grace, I'm sure it's the better version.
I'm going to be very busy with church stuff after Os. I'm excited. I can't wait to see what God's planned for me to do. It's a labour of love. Something that you want to do. Trouble that you simply can't live without. Like how a mother wakes up during unearthly hours in the middle of the night to tend to her baby. Or like how the love-sick boyfriend goes out of his way and jeopardizes his schedule for that day just to meet his girlfriend. It's trouble that we welcome.
That's how God sees it. When we ask him for something, we always feel as if we are troubling him. "Abba, can you please give me an A1 for this?" or "Abba, can you please give me more favor with my parents?" It's almost as if we have to beg God for something.
That's not how it's like. He's the boyfriend who runs to your house when you tell him you miss him. He's the mother who wakes up when he hears the softest squeak come from your room. He's the fireman who dashes in to the burning house to pull you out of it.
He does it because he loves. He loves the 'trouble'. Most importantly, He loves you.