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I was given the honor of giving a testimony to many young adults and college students about my relationship with Jesus and of finding hope in Him. There is a...
I was given the honor of giving a testimony to many young adults and college students about my relationship with Jesus and of finding hope in Him. Here is the original interview that I did and I will also give a link to the video testimony someone I know made for this retreat. I hope through this testimony, you can come to know Christ and have faith in him; that you can come to believe in him and start a personal relationship with him. I want to give God and Jesus all the glory. I also want to thank God, Jesus, family, friends who supported/love me, and everyone who came to the Higher Calling. May God bless you and have a happy new year!
1. Introduction
Hello! Nice to meet you all! Let me tell you some things about myself. My name is Annie Koo. I am 28 years old as of this year and I am currently an ISFJ. My blood type is B; I’m the year of the dog; my zodiac is the Virgo sign; my birthday is on 9/11; and I graduated UCI in 2017 as an English major. My favorite color is sky blue; I love meat (especially pork belly); I also like to draw, read, watch kdrama and anime, and write. I am the oldest of 5 siblings and I love them all!
2. Introduction and explanation of her condition
So as I mentioned before, I am the oldest child of my siblings and I have a disability called Congenital Muscular Dystrophy (CMD). Not only I have it, but so does my youngest sibling too. This disability is a genetic degenerative disease, which I don’t really like to refer it to because it sounds like a flu or something. Anyways, it’s a disability that affects the muscles like the organs and other voluntary muscles. As time goes by, people with CMD become weaker and weaker until eventually they can’t do anything pretty much. Most severe cases, they end up using ventilators or Oxygen due to being unable to breathe by themselves; have a feeding tube; or other things. You get the picture. The usual type of Muscular Dystrophy that is most common, though, is the Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy (DMD) in which that affects mostly men. Apparently the children life expectancy with CMD averages from age 10-30. Well, thankfully by the grace of God, as a rare female with this disability, it looks like I’ll be blowing past that age! Ha ha ha! Just kidding. But it is super rare to have 2 people in my family to inherit this disability. When I know and see this, it does make me think and realize that God must have a plan/reason for everything. I have yet to have discover it, but I’m sure God will reveal that someday.
3. How did you come to know Jesus as your lord and savior?
I don’t know about you, but I feel/think like most people who are brought up from a Christian household would automatically refer to themselves as a Christian on a basic level. At least that’s how it was with me. I assumed I was a Christian due to my innocent naïve upbringing being taught by church and my parents’ guidance. I believed in God and Jesus but it was honestly more of a ritual in a way. I would pray before meals, before bed, and when I would get sick. I would talk to God on occasion when I get bored but it felt like I was talking to myself. It wasn’t until 7th grade that I opened my eyes to the fact that just because I was born and taught from a Christian family doesn’t mean that I myself was a sincere true Christian from my heart. I didn’t really actually have a real personal relationship with God himself. He was just always there, kind of aloof just looking at me to see how my life went. I knew in my head, he cared, but I couldn’t feel it. So when pastor Dan from Bethel Church, back then, challenged to us middle schoolers, it hit me hard. Then he lead us into prayer and invited us to accept Jesus as our lord and savior for ourselves. It was then that I decided for myself that I would become a true Christian and accept Jesus. The moment I said the prayer and accepted Jesus, my vision suddenly turned so bright and so white even with my eyes closed. I felt such an overwhelming sense of peace, love, forgiveness, and even pity for those who hurt me in the past. When I opened my eyes, everything was still so bright that it surprised me. As I went outside and I felt the sunlight, I felt the warmth and love from God. It was as if he was hugging me and telling me how much he waited for me and loves me no matter what. As a person with a disability, getting a full hug is so difficult, so I felt satisfied and happy. So now, whenever I go out and the sun is out, I close my eyes and face the sun to feel the warmth and acceptance from God. I even talked to God and pray to him whenever I felt and needed him. I fully relied on him and started my personal relationship with him. I started to see things differently and my mom even noticed how different I became as well. I became a born again Christian. However, as I got to high school and college, my faith and my relationship with God faded away. I still was a Christian but I wasn’t close to him as I had been before. Then I had a nightmare one day that I went to hell. I told this story a few times before to other people, but I do tell this because it is necessary for all Christians to know or be reminded just like I was. I dreamt that I was being judged in front of 3 people/angels (I forgot) and the one in the middle asked me only one simple question: How do you get to Heaven? In the beginning, I was nervous before I had heard this question, but after hearing this, I was relieved and was glad that it was an easy question. I was foolish and arrogant. I overconfidently answered that I believed in God and that God was the answer. The people/judges looked at each other in disbelief and then the middle person looked at me seriously in dismay and shook his head and said, “Wrong answer”. At that moment, I was shocked and deathly terrified. He then, pressed a button in front of him and a hole under me opened and chains shackled my ankles and dragged me down to hell. Panicking and freaking out, I screamed while crying at the person, demanding to know the right answer to the question. As I was being pulled down, he sadly looked at me and spoke, “Jesus. You need to believe in Jesus”. I stopped struggling. The moment I heard the answer, I realized how wrong I was, what a sinner I was, and lastly how could I have forgotten about Jesus. I also realized that there were many religions that believed in “God” but there was only one true religion that puts Jesus as the only way to the way, truth, and life. As Jesus himself says, “no one comes to the father except through me”. It was then I felt that I did deserve to go to hell and so I gave up and readied myself in hell. Yet, with God’s grace and mercy, I woke up. I was so thankful and blessed to be alive. Alive to have another chance. From then on, I never forgot that dream, answer, and Jesus. Now, I always try to include and sincerely mean what I say in prayer in Jesus’s name and I constantly remind myself Jesus is the answer to everything. So I’m giving you all the answer beforehand and you must sincerely genuinely mean it with all your heart, soul, and mind when you say this answer. Prepare yourself. You never know when your time comes.
4. What are some struggles you face after you became saved?
Oh boy, there was a lot of things and still are things that I struggle with after I was saved as a Christian. One of the few things, I still struggle is to have a comfortable and deep relationship with my dad. I have my issues with forgiveness and inner pain involving him. I continue to need God’s help and I believe that someday I will eventually have a great relationship with him. Another thing that I struggle with is my doubts if whether I am a hypocritical Christian or not. I want to be a true follower and believer of Christ, but it seems that my actions/behaviors at times can come out as hypocritical. I say I want to do what pleases God and yet I get lazy, tempted, or annoyed doing things for God. I feel as if I’m doing it out of obligation. Thankfully, as merciful as he is, I repent earnestly and try again and I’m given another chance. Even now, as I’m talking to all of you, I honestly am worried that what I say now may be different to how I act in the future. However, I want you to know that as of now, in this moment, I am being open and genuine about myself and everything I say. The last main struggle I’m currently dealing with is my trach and the way to live with it for the rest of my life. I never thought in my entire life that I would get a trach. I assumed that I would live out my life as normal as possible like everyone else. But then I developed seizures in 2019 and then pneumonia in 2020 January/February. It was then I had to be hospitalized due to lack of oxygen and being unable to cough out the mucus from my lungs. With a difficult decision, I decided to proceed with the tracheostomy surgery. At first, I thought I would do the surgery and then when I get better, I would take the trach out. Ultimately, it was decided best to keep it in just in case of possible future serious congestions. Mind you, this period was during the time also when I was semi distant with God. While I was hospitalized, I was unable to speak and couldn’t communicate with others, especially the nurses who attended to me. They didn’t know I could talk. I was so frustrated, and I really thought I lost my ability to speak because no matter how hard I tried, no sounds came out. I way later found out it was because they blocked my throat area with a “balloon” or a cuff. However, during the time, I thought I lost my voice, I was so sad, bitter, angry, resentful, frustrated, and lost. It really challenged my faith in God. Why had God allowed this to happen? Was I taking too much of his grace and love for granted? Was he angry at me? Maybe I did deserve it for distancing from God. Maybe God allowed this to happen for me to have a chance/time to get closer to him. The more I thought and contemplated, the more angry I became. Why did I deserve this? Why did God give me a disability? Why couldn’t I be born like everyone else? Why me? Why couldn’t he heal me instantly right there and then? I was in too much grief and agony to be patient any longer. My patience had run out and was at my limit. Then for the rarest and first/second time in my life, I directly and seriously got angry at God. I never cuss but I cussed out loud from all my might (not to God but at the situation) and since I couldn’t produce sounds, the room was quiet. All I could do was form words from my lips. No one was there and no one heard me, besides God. I cried and prayed from my heart, mind, and soul. Ironically at that moment I thought of Hannah who prayed desperately for a child and prayed without making sounds. Unlike Hannah, I didn’t have a priest/ or any person near me to tell me that God has heard me. I knew God heard me, but I still didn’t feel the holy spirit around me. I felt so lonely. After yelling, I gave up hope and felt misery and numbness. In some ways, I suppose I was depressed too. I had lost hope. The only peace I had was that if I died, I would be in Heaven and would confront Jesus. Thankfully, many people were praying for me and with the power of prayers, I recovered well and finally the doctors released the balloon to allow me to talk. Still, even then and afterwards, I was still upset and numb towards God. But I have to admit now, even though it was one of the worst times in my life, God’s timing and plan was perfect and I have to thank him for that. As soon as I was discharged from the hospital and came back home, a few days later, Covid hit strong. I was at home while the hospital was packed with covid patients. If I had went to the hospital during covid, I probably would have no room and receive medical attention I needed. Plus, when I was hospitalized, I had the whole floor to myself. In addition, I had someone helping me and my family for about 3 years. Through this, I was also able to meet my wonderful and awesome nurse who became my close friend. A lot of my other friends worried and cared for me. I could see how much I was and am loved by others. My mom struggled so much as well and I’m grateful to God for providing me with the best mom and family I could ever have. It’s been almost 3 years since then and now I can see that, that event had to have happened to me in order for me to understand other people with serious health issues deeper, especially those with traches. Praise God!
5. In your current condition, what keeps you hopeful?
So far, what keeps me hopeful in my condition, is that God is good, even if the bad times occur and I can’t feel it at that moment, it will be better at the end. The hope that God is always by my side even though it feels like he isn’t there. The fact that he knows and listens to everything I think and say. I can be open, honest, and vulnerable with him. God’s promises to me and seeing Jesus in my dreams in the past helps me to look forward to the future in store for me. (The only problem is I need to be proactive and not be lazy…) I know he’ll open many doors for me and use me when he needs me to or when I’m ready. The song “Before the morning” by Josh Wilson encourages me to endure the life God has given me and that it’s just the dark before the morning. (off the topic, but another thing I can be hopeful about is that maybe I can married to a great man who likes me for me and sees beyond my disability).
6. What are you looking forward to when you get to heaven and why?
Let me tell you, I have so much to look forward to when I get to heaven. I want to walk, run, jump, lay on my stomach, roll around, and move without restrictions like any normal people would on Earth. Sure, maybe fly too. I want to lay on the soft grass with the sun on my face without worrying about ants/insects. I also want to snuggle up to Jesus and rest my head on his shoulders. Or lay my head on his lap while he’s combing through my hair or getting a piggyback ride on his back. Or getting a back hug from him while I’m looking at heaven’s landscape. I’m so curious and looking forward to being in my perfect form without a disability. I would be a lot taller, more confident, brighter, more proportion. I probably would stick by Jesus.
7. What’s an encouragement you can give our current students who are struggling to find hope?
Honestly, there’s not much right encouragement I can say, but I’ll try. There’s a saying I tell myself when I’m stressed or having a hard time and that is “Try your best, and God will do the rest.” . I did lose hope in the hospital and despaired, but I now realized that perhaps what I lost was temporary hope. The hope that God will rescue me from my pain and anguish. In the long run, however, I didn’t lose my eternal hope in being with Jesus in the end and being at peace once my life was done. So even if things may suck and be so miserable, having God/Jesus by your side and talking to him like he’s your friend can lead you to find joy, hope, and peace even in the little things. Also try to be thankful in every circumstance. When you’re thankful, you tend to complain less and learn to enjoy life God has given you. You become optimistic and positive. In my case, I’m actually most of the time grateful to God that I have a disability, especially this type. Sure there are stress and complications and frustrations and hardships that come along with it, but I feel like there’s still many more blessings than I can count. Just like the song “You make beautiful things” , I believe God can make beautiful things out of me eventually. I can firmly say that the disability God has given me is his grace and mercy to me. If I had been a normal person, I probably would have been very rebellious and be very liberal. I also wouldn’t be able to value my family and gaining understanding of others in a considerate manner. My family would be broken and I probably wouldn’t know or see my other siblings. I also wouldn’t be able to meet people I see now. I have so many people God has placed in my life to hopefully make an impact on others and share the goodness of God. I thank God and everyone in my life who love and shaped me to who I am today.
Here is the Link: https://youtu.be/uNe9qe48_PY
God does Listen!
Today I wrote a private white day message to Jesus. I really didn't want to share my personal private message, but when I read the scripture of the day, I couldn't help but be amazed and felt the need to share. My message went like this:
Dear Jesus,
This is my private white day message to you. Jesus, thank you so much for the valentines day gifts you’ve given me. I never beyond my mind, blew my mind that you would romantically give those chocolates and balloons to me. I don’t have much that I can give back to you. I want to give you all of my love that I preserved for my future spouse, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get one. So why not invest all the romance love to you? I mean, after all, you are the lover of my soul. To be honest, I think deep down, I’m still hoping, desiring, and wanting a romantic love on Earth while I’m alive. But Jesus, I truly want to stop chase after false hopes and desires which will lead to resentment and regret and bitterness. I truly want to love you and give my love over to you. Please release me from these desires, these unsatisfied desires or wishes. Everyone who has been unsatisfied has truly been satisfied by you. I really want that! I want to mature! I want to be in love you like I did when I was young! No, actually, I want to be in love with you more than I ever had! I want to be healed all the way through! I want my faith to be strong! I want to be able to forgive fully to those who hurt me! I want to love others and have the heart of love. I want peace that surpasses understanding! I want patience and self control! All in all, I want the fruits of the holy spirit to manifest in me. Jesus, help me not to judge others. I want all these things in the name of Jesus and I believe. Jesus, if it’s in your will, please do let me have a happy marriage to a wonderful God loving God fearing husband. Even after though, let me love you more than him. I don’t want to focus on those fantasy and dreams. Help me focus on you! Jesus, happy white day! ~ I love you! ~ In Jesus’s name, Amen
Then a minute later I sort of got an answer/response from Jesus/God from 2 Peter 1:5-8 which was this:
For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Jesus Listens! Praise God! Thank you sweet Jesus! Glory to God!
Help Me, Jesus/God
Dear Jesus and God, Why am I always like this? I need you. I need help...I'm such a hypocrite, pathetic, unworthy, spoiled rotten, bratty, annoying, and ungrateful? Why can't I be better? Why is it so hard to change for the better? I've become someone I really hate. I've become angry, bitter, complaining, and resentful. I mean I'm truly grateful and thankful for all the good things in life, but when bad things or a tiny uncomfortable thing bothers me I immediately react on my instinct and start blaming and complaining. When people around me tells me that I'm complaining too much and that I'm only thinking about myself while guilt tripping others, I feel upset. I really feel that everything I say are mostly true and that they don't believe me. They think that I'm exaggerating extremely. I feel so misunderstood and frustrated. I admit there are some moments when I do but most times I don't. Only you know. Only you know what I feel and everything about me. Thank you for loving me still even though I'm like this. Thank you for forgiving me. I want to be like my old child self when I was so mature and had patience and thankfulness. I've grown worse. What am I to do? I don't want to complain anymore. I want to be thankful and patient again. I don't want to take advantage of people's kindness. I want to be better, stronger, wiser, and mature in every aspect of who I am. I want to be someone who I was meant to be. Someone who you want me to be. I've become an annoyance and a great disappointment to those around me. Sort of. Or rather so I think....See, Jesus, now I'm pitying myself and self pitying myself. It becoming a vicious cycle again and again. I'm so sinful and unworthy but you still love me. You forgive and forget the wrongs I have done. I sincerely want to repent for being selfish, complaining, being unthankful, bitter, gaslighting, and everything. Please change me from the inside out completely. Please help me to stay alert and not be so weak in the morning when I start complaining or blaming every little thing or making excuses. Help me to be agreeable and cheerful in the morning with a thankful and pure heart. I'm praying and crying out to you in my heart right now. It is through you Jesus that I can do it and I believe it. But putting it into action is so hard so please give me a helping hand. Help me to endure and rely and rest in your arms. God is in control after all. I give up everything to you, so do what you need to do. Although I say that and desire to do that, as a human being there are times when I want to do things my way. Help me to let go and trust in you lord. Thank you for covering me in your love and grace. Thank you. In Jesus's name, let me replace complaints with thankfulness and stretch my patience or endurance beyond my limits. Let the holy spirit guide me and remind me. Forgive my sins and in Jesus's name I pray, Amen.
By the way, thank you for my valentines day gifts! It was so sweet and romantic of you to give me those gifts. I think it might be the first time I gotten something like this and experienced it. I don't deserve any of this but you did give it to me out of love. These gifts are amazing but the best gift is Jesus. I confess and declare Jesus is the best. You really love me! :) Thank you!!! I love you too!!!
Love Letter to Jesus 2022
Dear Jesus,
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m sure you get a lot of love from many people from everywhere and every day. But for this day in particular, most people consider this day to be a lovers holiday. So since I don’t have a boyfriend (never did) and because the person I look up to suggested that I write to you a love letter, I decided to try to write a real genuine love letter I can write to you in the most raw way. Jesus, you are the first person/being to receive a love letter from me. To be honest, I don’t have romantic feelings for you. Rather, I have familial love and friendship love towards you. Since I’ve never received or given that kind of love, I don’t know how. I’ve only know the other kinds because those were the ones I felt personally. Also, I’m actually not sure if I’m correctly loving you or others. I mean is there a proper way to love or express love. I know and I’m sorry for not loving you the same way that you love me. It sounds like an excuse and it probably is, but I’m only human. The times with my trach and covid has made it harder to love you and understand you. I get angry and upset, thinking that if you really love me, you would make things easier and better for me. At the hospital, I demanded selfishly that I wanted to be spoiled so much by you and that you would love me more than anyone. After awhile, I still had a difficult time to feel your love. But it’s been 2 years since I had that life changing surgery. Now that I’ve become stable, I’m slowly able to see that you actually spoiled me rotten. 2 weeks ago, when I heard a sermon online from a pastor about you, it opened my eyes further. He said that the more challenges or sufferings God puts in one’s life, it shows how much God loves that person through it. When I remembered all the pains, sufferings, and misery I had in my life, I had a thought that’s how much you’ve loved and been by my side. My earthly father was not the most loving dad or friend who rejected my love for him that I had. It hurt a lot to be rejected. It felt one sided. My mom suffered from a spouse perspective too. Maybe that is why I’m constantly idealizing or imagining on the ideal romantic partner who shower me with love I can feel. I still want to feel that or experience that kind of love. But at other times, when I try to imagine you as a romantic partner and how I can’t/don’t reciprocate the love, I feel so painfully sorry and unworthy of your love. The ideal love that you give me when I imagine in my head if you were my boyfriend, is so wonderful and true. You wipe away my tears while cuddling me or hugging me to sleep. Running your fingers through my hair. Kissing my forehead or cheek while I sleep. Holding my hands even if we’re not doing anything. Listening to you talk. I know you do all these things but I want to physically do all this. Many people told me that if I’m spiritually connected and intimate with you so closely, then every aspect of my life will be satisfied and blessed/fulfilled. I’m probably being stubborn and sinful but as a human living with a disability I really want to experience it. I’m sorry for complaining, getting greedy, spoiled, and ungrateful for all the love you have poured unto me. I’m seriously so sorry and unworthy of your love. You’ve been experiencing one sided love all these years and I haven’t done anything for you or returned your affections as much as you have or would have liked. I know that I’ll continue to be stubborn and unloving to you in a different way, but the bottom line I want to make is that I want to change that. I want to love you so much that I can make you happy and be fulfilled like others have said. You deserve it after all. Thank you so much for everything and I really love you. Please help me to love you with all my heart, mind, and soul. Jesus, you are the best!
Love,
Sweet Rain
PS. If it’s in your plan for me someday, I still really want to have a happy loving marriage. If not, it’s ok. 😊
New Year Letter to Jesus 2022
Dear Jesus,
I think I lived too long. I know I’m being such a baby about it and acting pathetic for a 27-year-old woman. I’m being so immature and childish for being unable to cope with the fact that I probably will never be able to go back to sleeping the way I used to be able to from now on. Using the ventilator at night lately this past week as well as this week, hit a reality check right in my face. Sure, my mom and my friend are trying to get me to do the ventilator for more longer hours and when I’m tossing and turning at night. That is so hard for me. However, what cornered me the most and cry out to you the most was when I felt pushed/hurt/crushed/betrayed (maybe) by my friend. I would rather go at a slow pace working my way to doing the vent longer, but he coldly kept pushing me. For the first time, I truly felt fear and pain from him. He’s so logical that nothing else makes sense to him that he seems to be emotionally unavailable at that moment. I cried so much over this issue. This is also the first time my Mom told me I cried so much over someone when I don’t even cry as much for my dad. Anyways, we compromised and sort of made up today. Thank you for that. Please help me to sleep deeply and fill my lungs with your breath of life. I just want to be like everyone else. Also, while I was crying out to you while listening to worship Christian music, I came to realize another thing: I’m always losing. I’m always losing every argument, every debate, and every fight. I’m losing my muscle strengths due to muscular Dystrophy, my breathing during sleep, and my energy. I’m probably or possibly losing hope even. Yet…I haven’t lost my faith…I hope and pray. It’s shaky and impatient. Maybe I might really have no faith and have deluded myself into thinking I do. I’m not sure anymore. I do have knowledge about the belief in you in my mind but my actions behind my faith I said I had doesn’t seem to show. Perhaps my faith is minuscule. Jesus, I might not have enough faith. But, Jesus, didn’t you say that a faith as small as a tiny mustard seed can be great or do great things in your name or power. So if I don’t have that even small faith, please give me action and true faith as that much. A faith so small yet so strong that can heal me completely in every way possible miraculously, a faith so strong to look beyond the pain and misery, a faith so impossibly strong to move the mountains and the hearts of people around me. Please help me! Please help me not to lose anything anymore! I’m sick and tired of everything fading away in front of my eyes and mind. Strengthen my heart, faith, and resolve to fight the good fight despite me losing. Jesus, I cling to you tightly and never let you go. Thank you for staying with me. Peace be with me, as you said. Thank you. Forgive me. I love and trust you.
Your crying inner child
Christmas Letter to Jesus 2021
Sweet Jesus,
Happy Birthday! I come before you once again (but this time at this church). I’m so humbled, thankful, honored, and blessed to be here as your daughter. It’s truly amazing how God’s plan to send you here to save me; save us from our eternal death was set in motion from the beginning when sin entered the perfect world you created. Jesus, you are a precious existence who is desperately needed in every one of our lives. When I imagine a life without you in it, being unable to connect to God, I feel a great despair and claustrophobic fear along with anxiety. I think I would be severely depressed everyday hating my life and not wanting to live any longer. I would probably think I’m worthless since I’m unable to function as any capable person would be able to do and feeling guilty of being a burden to my family, friends, and society. Jesus, I still feel this way sometimes even now, but because you are the light, salt, joy, and hope to the world I have a stable peace in my soul and heart. Even if I have no friends to talk to or if I get lonely, the one is always with me is you, Jesus. You know everything about me and patiently listen to my rants, anger, frustration, and sadness. You also wait for me to return to you; always welcoming me with open arms. I’m so sorry for neglecting you and getting distracted with other things this year. I’m also sorry for taking advantage of your goodness and love for me. Please forgive me and my sins. I suppose my health condition, trach, and disability all combined made me become impatient, bitter, sad, and grieved. However, once again, as Christmas came close, I was reminded of how much joy there is. My pain, anguish, fear, anxiety, and sadness are limited compared to the abundant joy you bring to this broken world. In addition, my suffering I’m going through right now is completely nothing in contrast to you dying on the cross for the sake of me and everyone. It is only through you I can live because you are forever and eternal while everything is temporary. Because you love me, you even came to me in my dreams twice and spent time with me. I can even feel your presence in the sunlight and through the kindness of others. My faith in you has helped me endure and live my life being grateful to what God has put me through. If you weren’t even here, Christmas wouldn’t even exist. Jesus, I can’t speak for you, but when I see Christmas being celebrated nowadays, I feel sort of pity and sad that this holiday has become distorted to the season of Santa Claus or a lovers/family holiday and involved with business economy. The world has slowly forgotten the true meaning, true reason for Christmas. It is a day when all people of every background, disability, ethnicity, gender, ostracized can freely rejoice and give their hearts to praise God for sending you to be our savior. Whether we play instruments or using our voices or using our talents to celebrate Christmas, the most pleased gift you would want is our sincere pure heart to worship you. So using my gift of writing, I want to thank you for accepting me for who I am and embracing me or petting me every time I think of you. That image of you will always be in my soul, so someday, Jesus, when I meet you in Heaven, I believe I will be free to run without any disability restraining me into your open arms and hold your nail pierced hands. Jesus, once again, happy birthday and I can’t wait to see what you have planned for us next year. I love you.
Dear God,
Today was so exhausting and nerve-wrecking. I had to get a ABG blood test that was only supposed to done on the wrist. The last time I had it done was when I had the tracheostomy surgery. I'm sure you remember but I had like 7 pokes on my wrists that I had a lot of bruises. So I was worried it would be painful. But because of grace and prayers from both myself and others praying for me, I was able to get it done with only two pokes. Thank you, Jesus! What was more amazing was that the respiratory therapist who did the blood test was someone who recognized me even after I haven't seen him since I left the hospital at the end of February. Then after I was done with the test and I was waiting for a critical reading result, another respiratory therapist came in and greeted me. She said she saw my name on the list and recognized me. She said she was at the other facility I was temporarily at when I was recovering from the same surgery. I was pleasantly surprised that people recognized me even though I'm sure there's thousands of patients they see daily. I jokingly thought I was popular/famous! Ha ha ha! Just kidding. All jokes aside, God, I felt lucky and awed that you placed these people today to make me feel comforted and relieved. I felt grateful that everything went smoothly despite the wrist pain. Also the weather was very perfect: cool, breezy, and sunny all at the same time. It made me feel delighted, joyful, giddy, and at peace. Thank you, Lord! <3
Dear God,
Hey! How are you? I'm doing decently so far. I am not feeling well today. My head is not or rather doesn't seem to function like normal. I think I zoned out during worship service with my brother today. Please, I pray, that I return to my healthy state. Lord I need you; oh, I need you just like the song states. Please clear my mind and fill my thoughts with good things. Also I hope that my family members stay healthy as well. Thank you for letting my sister do well so far in college. I place everything in your hands and believe that all will be well. With just a word, I know you can achieve anything. In Jesus's name, please make me feel better and continue the peace in my family. Thank you and I love you!
Dear God,
Thank you so much for everything. I just wanted to say that. My life this year has been both great and a bit hectic. It was very tough at the beginning of the year this year of 2020. When I had my tracheostomy surgery, I suffered both internally and externally. I was so afraid and worried that I would be unable to speak again. I was also depressed that I would have my trache that would make me suffer for a long time, but I slowly got used it. It is by your grace, mercy, and love that I am able to speak again and manage my trache well. Even though Covid 19 was and still is a disaster, I was so amazed that your timing was perfect. What I mean is that I was discharged from the hospital literally just before the Covid 19 hit. From then on, I was able to stay at home recovering until now. I feel so blessed to have you in my life being by my side no matter what. I feel your love for me everyday and I am fulfilled by it. I love you!
My testimony of how I became a Christian
All my life, I thought I was a Christian. It was natural to think this way because I had been born into a Christian household. Therefore, it was also natural that I went to church and learned about God, Jesus, his values, concepts, and salvation. As a person born with a disability, I had felt that, in a way, God was the only one I could truly depend on with any physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual difficulties. I had never truly doubted about God and had naively assumed he was real due to my parents’ strong faith in him. So, I thought I did too until the day I went to church in middle school when the youth pastor asked us if we actually believed for ourselves or if it was just from our parents. Then he continued to ask if we had faith that we had salvation through Jesus by grace. That point in question suddenly pierced through my mind and it was then I realized that I did somewhat believe in God and Jesus’s resurrection. I knew about ever since I was young and thought I was saved. Yet, I realized that knowing and believing were different things. I had never come before God myself in full repentance and sincerity, asking for forgiveness and accepting Jesus as my lord and savior. As soon as I came to that conclusion, I panicked in fear. My strong conviction and beliefs about God instantly was thrown into chaos. I started wondering what should I do? What can I do? I’m scared to go to hell. What can I do to not go there? How? Thankfully, those fears were alleviated when the pastor guided us to accept Jesus as our savior and resurrected 3 days later. He lead us in prayer and during that time, I earnestly reached out to God, repented, and accepted Jesus. The second I did, my heart and the world immediately felt calm and at peace. My heart felt full of love and open minded. When I left the church building that day, the world looked more bright and beautiful than I ever considered it to be. The sky looked bluer, the weather was pleasant, the breeze brushing my hair away, and the warm sunlight shining down on me felt as if God was tenderly holding me. These minor things made me feel loved by God and felt assurance that I will always have him by side no matter what circumstances appear before me. His acceptance into my life helped me to become more patient, understanding, looking at things from different perspectives, and made hateful emotions toward my dad disappear. (I still have a hard time emotionally towards him, but not hate anymore). God became my close friend even more and has been there for me through and through. I truly felt saved and believed I would be able to go to heaven. What started out as accepting Christ driven from fear turned into a genuine desire of intimacy from him. This is my testimony. But then several years later when I was a senior in high school, I got a wake up call from God. After my salvation in middle school, my walk with God was great. Yet, after awhile in high school, I slowly faded away into a distant relationship with God. I was forgetting the basics of salvation too. I suppose one can say that I was struggling with my faith due to distractions, hardships, and dread. Looking back now, I think God wanted me to regain my faith and return to him. So, I think that’s why he gave me a dream I would never forget. I dreamt that I was standing in line with people in front of me at the gate of heaven. There were two angels at the gate standing side by side. They would ask one question to each person and depending on how the question was answered; the person would either go pass through the gate of heaven or be dragged down with chains on their legs down to hell. When it was my turn, they just asked what was the one way to get to heaven. I was arrogant and prideful that I answered that I believe in God. I thought the question was easy and that I was correct. Boy, I was incorrect. They shook their heads and looked at me with dismay. They said, “Wrong answer.” The moment they said that, I froze in shock, my blood ran cold, my heart started beating fast, and I became frightened. I started to quiver, shake, and cry frantically. I was terrified. The chains shot up from the empty dark ground and latched around my ankles. It began to drag me down. As it was pulling me, I desperately screamed to the angels while crying and demanded to know what the right answer was. By God’s grace, they answered right before I was completely dragged to hell, saying that it was through Jesus that I am saved. That answer was a blow to me and I was filled with regret, shame, and disappointment to myself. Just right before I was in hell, I woke up. That dream reminded me how merciful, loving, and gracious God was. From then on, whenever I feel lost, I remember that dream and become thankful with everything God has blessed me with. God is forever wonderful, beautiful, and amazing.
Personal Gush About My Mom!
Happy Mother’s Day! Since I couldn’t think of a story to write about Mother’s Day, someone suggested I write something about my mom, who’s an inspiration, someone who I look up to, dedicated, and lovable. Maybe in the next post, I’ll write a story on Mother’s Day. (-_-) Who knows? So, in this post, I would like to gush about my mom!
My mom is a really hard-working mom who is constantly busy 24/7. Taking care of 5 children whom 2 of them have Congenital Muscular Dystrophy. I am one of the them. Being the eldest, I understand and witness how busy and tired, she gets. Like I mentioned earlier, taking care of, not 1, but 2 people with the same disability can be stressful. This means being unable to sleep fully throughout the night by constantly being awakened by the screams of help of tossing and turning. My mom also has to lift and carry me and my youngest sister to the bed, bathroom, wheelchair, etc. She has to shower us, clothe us, and help us with our physical needs. On top of that, she has to do all of the house chores like cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so on. Before when my other siblings were younger, she would drive them/drop them off by car. So you can probably imagine how difficult her lifestyle is. Seeing all my siblings, I sometimes think how brave she was and still is. How scared and painful it must have been for my parents to have the doctor tell them that their first child has a disability and the chances of having another child with a disability could happen again. Leaving it up to God and with faith, she decided to accept it. So many years later, many good things happened. I’m so thankful towards God for giving me a wonderful, faithful, amazing, and warm mom who never gave up on us and our family. My mom really is beautiful both inside out. I can confidently say that I am proud to be her daughter and I want to thank her for everything and loving me as I am. I’m sure God has many rewards and praises for her in Heaven. Although there may have been days, I get angry at her and frustrate her, deep down I am sorry and could never hate her. How could I when there is no better mom than her? My mom doesn’t like to be called a supermom because she says she doesn’t believe she is. Despite that, that’s what she is. My mom is the best! Undeniably!
Easter Story : Doubtful
Happy early Easter!
“Thomas! We’ve seen him!” The disciples cried out with excitement and joy in their eyes.
“Seen who?” Thomas asked in a confused tone.
“Our master, Jesus! He’s alive!” They told him.
Yet, Thomas just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “That’s not possible. How could he? He’s dead.”
They tried to convince him even more saying, “It’s true! We’ve seen him with our own eyes!”
Their news of their master returning alive made Thomas start to feel appalled but also upset. It was only a few days since Jesus died. He was still in mourning, so he assumed everyone else were the same. Have they gone insane from the trauma and sadness? “I can’t believe you. You’ve all seen how our master died. He was dead. So how could he live again? It’s impossible!” Thomas denied and vented.
“But Thomas, he really was there. I saw him!”
“Me too! We even talked.”
“So have I! He really is!”
“Thomas, listen to- ”
“Enough!” Thomas cut in angrily. “I told you already. I can’t believe. No, I won’t believe. Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” When he said this, everyone became quiet and looked at each other. Some looked unsure what to say while others shook their head as they gave up on convincing him. However, a week later, he realized how terribly doubtful and wrong he was. In his house, standing before him, was his teacher and master. Thomas just stood in amazement and felt overwhelmed. They were right. Jesus was alive in the flesh. Thomas turned his face away from Jesus in shame. He felt his heart beat with nervousness and self-hatred. How foolish of him to forget who Jesus is and the miracles he had witnessed. But most of all, how could he have no faith in the man who really was the son of God. At this, his regrets and misery grew into the form of tears. He gripped his hands tight and let his tears dribble down his face.
“Thomas, look at me.” Jesus said to him. Thomas shook his head.
Jesus spoke again, “Thomas, look at me.”
Thomas shook his head again, but he wiped his tears and spoke quietly, “I can’t face you, master. I have no right to.”
For the third time, Jesus spoke, “Thomas, look at me.”
This time, with hesitation, Thomas slowly turned his face toward Jesus. When he did, Jesus did something beyond his expectations. Jesus gave him an understanding smile with gentle eyes and slowly put his hand over his shoulder, saying, “Peace be with you.”
These few words of comfort brought a huge sense of relief and a lift of guilt of burden he inflicted upon himself. In that little phrase, Thomas could feel a couple of hidden meaning for him: I forgive you. Be happy. I love you. Thomas felt grateful towards Jesus. Jesus, on the other hand, had another thing he wanted Thomas to do.
“Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” Jesus commanded.
Thomas froze. The hand? Thomas glanced at Jesus’s hand and stared at the hole that the nail pierced through. Trembling, he slowly grabbed his master’s rough warm gentle hand and used his other hand. He hesitated but surely but slowly inserted his finger through the hole. Thomas took a sharp breath in. His finger felt the tender rough edges of the wounds and scars of the inner hole. The pain and anguish he witnessed at the crucifixion reminded him that Jesus had overcame it. The heat of the hand around his finger symbolized life to him. Jesus is really alive. When Thomas finally took his finger out and looked at Jesus. He called out and declared, “My Lord and my God!”
At this, Jesus smiled and said to him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
“Yes, Lord. I believe.” Thomas confirmed with confection. No more will he doubt. He will always believe. Yes. Believe that Jesus is the savior who died for the sins of the people in the world and resurrected 3 days later. The love and grace of God will never fail. In Jesus’s name, he prays, Amen.
From John 20:24-29
Valentine's Single Day
"So, my boyfriend is taking me to the restaurant that just opened recently! Kya!~ I'm soooooo excited! It must be delicious, right? It must be great!! And also..." my friend was talking nonstop with her eyes sparkling with excitement and impatience. I exasperatedly rolled my eyes and gave her a dead look with my eyebrow raised up. She kept on talking about her upcoming date for the past 30 minutes. It couldn't be helped. After all, Valentine's day was soon.
"Seriously? I get that you're happy and I'm glad for you, but you don't have to repeat the same thing over and over again." I monotonely said.
"Oh sorry!" She chuckled and gave a grin. "It's just so amazing to have someone to celebrate with on Valentine's day. Valentine's day is the best holiday!"
"Sure it is." I said sarcastically. Typical. My friend was in a relationship with her boyfriend since high school, so she had no idea how different some singles felt during this holiday.
"So what about you? How are you going to spend Valentine's day?" She asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Nothing much, I guess." I had no plans that day. As a single, there wasn't much stuff to do. "Well, maybe I could finish binge watching anime or Korean drama or work out at the gym or hang out with other single friends. Who knows."
When I said this, my friend shook her head in exaggerated pity. "That's sad! You should find someone soon. You don't know how wonderful it is to spend time together on the most romantic holiday of the year! How could singles do that? How boring it must be for them! How could they ever enjoy the holiday?"
As soon as I heard these words, something inside of me set me off. I don't know why but her words made me fume. Even though she's my friend, this wasn't right. I quickly got up and glared at her. Then I angrily spoke, "Apologize."
She gave me a confused look. "What?"
"Didn’t you hear me? I said apologize. To me and to the singles out there!" I demanded.
"Why are you so mad?! Why do I have to say sorry?" She whined but also grumbled with annoyance.
“You don’t know?! You just insulted and made fun of all single people out there! Some people can have fun by themselves, some don’t even want to be in a relationship, some are content by themselves, others aren’t ready to start one, and a few can’t seem to find the right one like me!” I passionately spat out. My friend just stared at me in surprise. Normally, I am calm and mellow, so it must have shocked her to see me like that. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I had a huge determination. Pointing to her, I declared, “I’ll show you how I can enjoy myself! I may not spend time with a lover, but I’ll spend time with myself! I don’t know how other singles spend their time on Valentine’s day, but I’m going to do it my way! Don’t look down on singles!” With that, I left my appalled looking friend and went home to devise my plan for Valentine’s day. When I got home, I called my mutual friend who was Youtuber and another single. “Hey, are you doing anything on Valentine’s day?” I asked.
“Uh sort of. I was going to video stream that day for my fans. Why?” She answered.
“OK. Well…” I told her what happened and what my plan was. When I did, she started laughing.
“That’s hilarious! I can’t believe you did that. What are you? The singles representative? Ha ha ha. I’m crying.”
“It’s not funny! She pissed me off!”
“Yeah, well, she’s always been like that. You know her.”
“Yeah but this time, she was way over the line.”
“Why? Were you jealous? Did you hate her pity? Or something?”
“I don’t know. I mean, doesn’t that piss you off? You’re single too!”
“Well…I guess. It does sort of rubs you the wrong way….”
“Whatever the reason is, I’m going to prove her wrong!” I voiced my mission. Afterwards, it became quiet, but then I hear her say something that gives me hope.
“Fine, I’ll help you.” She said.
“Thanks! I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”
“How?”
“I’ll ask my brother for a VIP pass to let you in backstage for one of the K-pop concerts. How’s that?”
“Deal! Absolutely! So, what do I have to do?”
“So here’s what I need you to do.” From there, I told her what she had to do and so when Valentine’s day came, I was ready.
The day of Valentines, in the morning, I headed down to the flower shop. On my way there, I saw so many couples walking together with hearts in their eyes, holding hands or linking arms. Slowly, I felt loneliness and sadness creep into my heart. But! I had a mission! No! I cannot be depressed! My strong will helped thwart that and helped me squish those pesky emotions. Once I arrived, I went inside and looked at all the different kinds of flowers. In there, I noticed the red roses section was almost empty. I smirk. Typical. As I was looking around, the shop keeper asked me, “Excuse me Miss, did you need help?”
“Oh, yes. I was looking for flowers that meant happiness.”
“Well, we have daisies, would that be fine?”
“Yes! That’s perfect! I’ll take some please.”
“One moment.” Then the shop keeper took some daisies and brought some to the counter. “How would you like these, miss?”
Confused, I asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“Would you like them in a basket or bouquet?” She clarified her meaning.
“Ohhhh. I would like them in a basket. Thank you.”
“OK. It’ll just be a few minutes. Please wait.”
“Of course.” I said and I waited for it until it was finished. When it was done, she handed me the basket. I thanked her and paid for it and left. With the basket in hand, I carried it with me as I skipped my way to my next destination. My next destination was the jewelry store. After I entered, so many things were bling bling and shiny. With courage, I went in and told one of the assistants, “Excuse me, I’m here to pick up a necklace. It was ordered and paid for yesterday.”
“Please wait. Let me check.” The assistant said and went to make sure. He came back and confirmed it was correct. Then he put the necklace out of the compartment and placed it in the box. “Here it is.”
I grab the box that he hands me and open it. It really was beautiful. I smile to myself with glee. Looking at me smile, the assistant cheerfully spoke, “Your boyfriend has good taste. This is one of our finest brands. He really must love you.”
Looking at him, I smile back and chuckle, “Yes, I really love myself. People do tell me I have good taste.”
“ O-Oh. I see.” He was taken aback. I laughed in my mind so hard.
“Well, Thank you for your assistance.” I told him quietly and went out the door. As soon as I got out, I laughed out loud. This day was becoming more interesting. Soon, it was lunch time. I went to a restaurant that I reserved a seat at a few days earlier and ordered my food. While I was waiting for my food, I saw that every seat was filled with couples except mine. How special was I. When the food came, I enjoyed taking my time eating and savoring it. As I was eating, I noticed some couples looked over at my table whispering to one another. I rolled my eyes. Who cares. I bet that some of them couldn’t enjoy their food because their lover wanted them to hurry up. Their loss. After finishing my meal, I went to the park to walk around. It was a lovely day after all. Walking around the park, I spotted many couples flirting, making out, or having fun. Ignoring them, I sit down under a tree nearby and pull some daisies out from the basket. Then I slowly braided my hair and started adding daisies into them. It took a while but I managed to do it. It was getting a hassle holding the basket. I took out my phone camera to see how it looked like. Yup. It was great! So I left the basket and went to the next place. I arrived at the movie Theatres. I decided to watch an action movie. It was so cool! Nothing much to say except that I was glad to see not many couples. From there, I went to eat dinner at another restaurant and then the beach at night. Then for the highlight of my schedule, I put my necklace from the box that I put in my jacket, on myself. I looked up at the night sky filled with stars and told myself out loud. “_____, you did a good job today. You don’t need a man. You had so much fun! I’m proud of you! I love you! Happy Valentine’s day!” With that, that ended my day.
A couple of days later, I smugly was looking at my friend who looked strangely nervous and anxiously upset. “I said that I’ll prove it to you right?” I grinned. “Well, here’s a video of it!” Check it out.”
She blinked in surprise. “You recorded it?”
“Well, I had help.” I smiled. Actually, I had asked my mutual friend to stalk me and record and edit to make a private video to have evidence. “So, where’s my apology?” At first, there was silence but then I heard a small voice.
“S-Sorry….” She whispered. My eyes widened in shock. That was not the reaction I thought of. She continued, “I was rude and an idiot. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
Sensing something wrong, I softly said, “What happened?”
Tearing up, she mumbled, “My boyfriend broke up with me.”
“What?! Why?”
“He said he found someone else he liked.”
“He’s messed up! I’m going to find him and –“
“NO! Don’t. Please. I’m the one who made him like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was too obsessed and clingy that it suffocated him. I never told anyone but I can’t stand being alone by myself. It makes me anxious and depressed. Being with him made me have a big head or something. And I took it out on you…I’m sorry.” She admitted and cried.
Unsure of what to do, I gave her a hug. I stayed in that position until she stopped crying. Then I optimistically spoke, “You know, I may not be a therapist who can help you with this issue you have. But I am your friend and single. So if you ever feel like you’re ready to feel single or become single, I’ll give you the fun and interacting things to be single. I’ll show you the ropes! Ok?”
“Thanks….”
*I got lazy at the end. Sorry! Happy early valentines day to everyone! ❤
Random Scenario of Almost Secret Morning Confession (Wife side) Part 2/2
It’s sweet. Very sweet. Sweet like…chocolate. Chocolate? My eyes opened wide but I had to blink a few times from the morning light streaming from the windows through the curtains. Yawning, I tried to get out of bed only to realize that my husband had his arms wrapped around me. Looking at him, I glared at him recalling what he did last night when he came home. That jerk! Still mad about it, I tried to pry his arms around me, but that only ended up pulling me in closer to him.I forgot that he was a deep sleeper. After so many attempts, I sighed and gave up. Unable to do anything, I laid next to him looked at him annoyed. Sighing again, I took a deep breath to calm down. When I did, the sweet aroma filled my sense. There it was again. Where was it coming from? It was odd. After our fight, I thought I had thrown the chocolates away in the trash. Sniffing it, the smell seemed to get stronger when I got closer to my annoying husband. No way…He couldn’t have eaten it, right? When I got to his body, my suspicions were confirmed. He really must have eaten it. Leaning my head back to look at him peacefully dreaming away, I didn’t know what to think. Why did he do that? After all the things he said. Why? As I was still staring at him in confusion, I felt him pull me in tighter and softly mumble, “…I love you...Don’t ever leave me.”
If my confusion earlier, cooled my anger halfway, his words evaporated my anger completely. My heart thundered in my body and I felt myself blush. Even though we’ve been married for a couple years now, my heart still continued to beat for him. I inwardly laughed at myself for being so soft for forgiving him already. How can I not forgive him? His arms that hug me indirectly told me that he will not let me go and his words told me everything I wanted to hear. “If he could be honest like he is now, it would be great.” I mumble to myself. He has always been a man who couldn’t express how he felt and said things that made many people misunderstand him. He came off as cold and hard to deal with. But deep down, I knew he was a kind and sensitive person. For that, I fell in love with him. So his rare honest words of love and actions were more valuable to me than any other treasures. I smiled at him and hugged him back, putting my head on his chest. I felt safe, secure, happy, and warm. His scent mixed with chocolate made him more loveable. Even though I knew he was asleep, I decided to tell him what was on my mind. “Last night, when you told me…you know, all that stuff? It really hurt. I was sad and angry.” I wince at the memory. “I know that you have a hard time telling me honestly and most of the time, I can tell how you feel. But…sometimes, I want to hear those words from your mouth. That’s why I asked you to do that. It was my fault. I sort of cornered you to say it. Sorry about that.” There was silence and the sound of his soft sound of his sleeping. After a moment, I continued, “So…I decided that I won’t ask you to tell me how you feel about me anymore. I want to hear it when you feel comfortable saying it. Plus, even if you don’t say it, your actions speak louder and clearer, right?” I stifle a laugh a bit. Then I tell him what I really wanted to tell him when I realized his love for me. “I forgive you.” Next, I added, “Also, I’m sorry that I said that I hated you. I didn’t mean it. I don’t hate you. Maybe I did for a few hours.”
“Really?”
Alarmed, I immediately looked up to see my husband awake with a gleam in his eyes and a boyish grin on his face. My face turned red in embarrassment and turned my head away. Panicking, I asked, “H-How long were you awake?”
He smirked. “When do you think?”
I glare at him and pout at him in embarrassment. I try to push him away. “Move. Let me go.”
“No. Never.” Then his face turns serious and looks at me with warm loving eyes, caressing my face with his hands. “I’m so glad, you don’t hate me. If you did, I don’t I could bear it.” Then he moves his handsome face to mine and presses his lips against mine. Every movement from his warm lips communicated how he truly felt about me. His gentle masculine touch reached my soul and felt that his love connected with mine. When he breaks away, he whispers, “I’m sorry for yesterday.”
Feeling so much love for this man, I carefully put my hands on his face on both sides and tell him looking at him in the eye, “It’s ok. I already forgave you.”
His eyes wavered a bit and his voice quivered, “I don’t deserve you. You deserve so much better than me.”
I pull my face towards his and gave him a quick peck. “I don’t want anybody else. I want you, both the good and the bad. I love you.” I confessed again.
After I said this, his eyes had full of love and moved in closer. But before we kissed again, I heard him say with a kind voice, “I love you too.” With that, he crashed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. In between, each breath, told me everything I wanted to hear and more. As we kissed, he pulled the cover over us. From that morning, we were able to make up and share our love with one another.
Random Scenario of Secret Night Confession (Husband side) Part 1/2
I sighed in disappointment. Just what was wrong with me? I entered the bedroom to see my wife sleeping already. Looking at her facing the opposite side of the bed. I sighed again. Yup, she’s mad at me…Again. Why am I like this all the time? The guilt and self-hate gnawed at my mind venomously. Disappointed in myself, I pull the covers and get into bed. I face the other way so that my back is near her back. I close my eyes only to find myself in darkness and calm time ticking by second by second. In the darkness, I contemplate and agonize myself with self-loathing and disgust. How come I haven’t changed at all? What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be more better than this? All these negative questions and thoughts flashed constantly in my mind. What seemed like a few minutes of being depressed was actually turned into few hours. Sighing for the hundredth time, I started to feel drowsy. Finally feeling like I was about to spend my temporary moment of peace in deep slumber, I wanted to forget the disappointment I created for myself. As I was about to, I suddenly felt a warm arm hit my side. Surprised, I opened my eyes and craned my neck to look what happened. My wife had turned around in her sleep and her arm flung against me. The way she was turned towards me oblivious put a small grin on my face. “She’s hasn’t changed, hasn’t she?.” I whispered as I chuckled. Feeling a better, I turned my body to look at her and face her. I pulled her arm and wrapped it around my body. How…warm. Her gentle warmth permeated throughout my body and it made me feel relaxed. I tilt my face down slightly to see my beloved sleeping…with her eyebrows scrunched up and a few tears slowly across her face. Concerned, I gently raised my finger towards her and pressed it against her eyebrows to smooth it out. Thankfully, her eyebrows relaxed and it calmed down. Then I carefully cupped her face with my hand and brushed her tears away with my thumb. Her tears soaked my skin reminding me of the pain I had caused her. Those tears appeared because of me. Knowing that my heart ached. After her tears were dried, I took my hand off of her face and brushed her hair out of her face, putting them behind her ear. I continued to gaze at the face that I loved. Her beautiful eyes, cute nose, soft plump lips, and her smooth skin were still the same to me like the first time I saw her. Why is it so hard for me to tell her that she’s beautiful? Thinking back to the argument we had earlier, I finally told her what I could say before, “I’m sorry.” Of course, she doesn’t respond. Relieved that she couldn’t hear me, I continued, “I’m sorry for being unable to be honest and tell you how I feel. I’m sorry for telling you this now…like a coward.” I bitterly said. I thought back to what had happened earlier. “You know earlier, when you gave me chocolates for valentine’s day and then you told me that you felt like you gained a lot of weight taste testing the chocolates you were going to give me? And then you told me you love me? Then you asked me how I felt about you?” I pause but then I continued angry with myself gritting my teeth, “I hurt you saying that since we’re married already that you should already know how I felt about you and that if you gained more weight, it would be a problem to me.” My heart ached sharply. “You got angry and said said that you hated me, crying and ran away to bed.” I leaned my head more down until my forehead touched hers and I whispered, “I didn’t mean any of it. I was really happy that you told me you love me. I appreciate your efforts to make those homemade chocolates for me. Thanks. It was sweet just like you. I was too embarrassed to tell you I love you too. Also about your weight, it’s never a problem for me. I was just worried that you might become sick that I can’t help but worry. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been no matter what. No matter how much you gain, in my eyes you’re the most prettiest girl in God’s creation. I love you. So…please don’t say that you hate me. I don’t think I could stand it, if you do. Thanks for putting up with me. Forgive this pathetic husband of yours. Please?” After I said my secret confession, for a moment, I saw a small glimpse of her smile on her face. I look at her filled with all my adoration and love. Her simple gesture sent my heart a flood of peace and overwhelming emotion that my tears threatened to come out. I moved my lips to her forehead and then to her lips. God, I love this woman. She’s mine. I’m so…lucky. After giving her a kiss on her lips, I put my mouth close to her ears and whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. Sleep well.” With that, I pulled her body closer against me and hugged her tight. I closed my eyes and savored her precious warmth that I have been blessed to have.