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How Much are You Willing to Pay?

So I was listening to Hillsong Worship’s Grace to Grace when this thought strucked my mind.

How much are you willing to pay to have someone’s heart?

I mean, I’m that kind of person who give it all when I truly love something. By “all” here, I mean time, energy, attention. You all know that I’m so into badminton, I travel just to watch a tournament. I spent money (that my friends would normally spend for holiday or staycation) to buy tickets for badminton events.

And I love makeups. Duh. I do 😂

And you don’t wanna know how much I spent on those lipsticks. Trust me.

But for someone… how much are you willing to pay?

It’s easy if that someone is your dearest. Your spouse. Your child. Your boyfriend or girlfriend. Your dad. Your mom.

But how if this someone is someone who is on-and-off to you? Someone who, most of the times, take you for granted. Someone who keeps disappointing you. The one who does not keep his or her word. Someone who intentionally and/or unintentionally hurting you. Someone who fails you over and over again.

How much are you willing to pay to have this particular person’s heart?

To have my heart, Jesus paid it with His life.

When I said someone who is on-and-off, who takes for granted, who keeps disappointing, who does not keep her words, who intentionally or unintentionally hurting, who fails over and over again, I was referring to myself.

Yet, I bet, Jesus has never regretted that He has paid the price to have my heart. Not a single second.

And I’m forever grateful for that.

If having my heart was worth the pain
What joy could You see beyond the grave
If love found my soul worth dying for

If freedom is worth the life You raised
Oh where is my sin where is my shame
If love paid it all to have my heart

How wonderful
How glorious
My Saviour’s scars
My chains are gone
My debt is paid
From death to life
And grace to grace.

Things Take Time

This is what I learned when I run to chase my bus this morning. The very first time I run after I fell down and got my leg sprained two weeks ago.

These are not my legs :’) Photo is for illustration purposes only.

Dua minggu lalu, gue jatuh di halte, pas ngejar bus ke kantor juga 😂 It was pretty bad sampai celana bahan gue sobek, dan dua hari nggak bisa jalan. Sampai sekarang juga gue masih pakai sandal ke mana-mana (sepatunya belum muat karena kakinya bengkak 😂) dan kaki yang keseleo juga masih kaku banget.

Tapi, tadi pagi gue terpaksa lari demi mengejar bus.. dan rasanya kayak lari pake kaki kayu 😅 Padahal, udah nggak sabar pengen main oBike lagi, pengen jogging lagi (pencitraan)..

But it feels like I’m being reminded that… things take time.

Healing takes time.

Love takes time.

Success takes time.

It’s just so sync with the message that I got yesterday: 

It’s definitely not easy for me. I’m a choleric and I like to be in control. The wait-and-delay game frustrates me. But, as Ps. Steven Furtick once said,

The only way God can show us He’s in control is to put us in situations we can’t control.

I am glad He is teaching me this, and as usual, I find Him more trustworthy than me, myself.

So, don’t rush. Do your part, and pray while you wait. Someday, you will understand the delay.