Reminiscing Truths ⚓

I recently reverted this whole blog to draft because I realized I couldn't keep the blog and  keep up with my work at the same time. But I just decided to put it up again for rare opportunities like this to give the deep web a glimpse of the kind of life I have. Not that anyone would really care to read, but. Hehe. A college friend recently did an IG series of #beautifulthingsIlove, a collection of appreciation posts for all the people that made 2019 his best year. I thought that I could dedicate an entry here with that theme as well. This year, my heart is so full. Not because I had everything I ever wanted--if anything, I have my earthly hopes deferred. But it was this 2019 that I get to see God at work--in my life, in the brethren's lives, in the church.  So here are my 2019 highlights, the people for whom I am forever grateful. (Sorry, I ran out of creative transitions.) Family.  This year's been tough on us, and we sure had some major "restructuring&quo

Pililia Wind Farm, 2019 “I don't mind close-ups, I like them, but they're kind of forceful - you see a lot, you get a lot of information in a close-up. There's less mystery.” —David Duchovny When I saw this quote online, it got me thinking. Do we really lose the “mystery-ness” of things when we get more information about them? The sense of awe and wonder—do they fade as you see the things you admire at a closer perspective? Surely, with the imperfect and the flawed, the trend of feeling lesser awe as one sees more is set. Not necessarily because of the mere fact that you’ve seen more of it—but because, being imperfect, when we see more of something, we inevitably see more of its flaws. More depths to the beauty we have initially perceived, yes, sometimes. But the flaws, scars, dents, and imperfections that were so carefully hidden before are also now brought to light. In a different light, this fallen world, and everything in it, becomes less appealing. N