WRITE. At this moment of my life, there¡¯s nothing could be sweeter than to write for a cause, especially of course, if you know that you¡¯re writing to bring praise and glory to the Savior of your life. That¡¯s what I do. Not because I¡¯m forced by someone, but because my desire to honor God brings me to this direction. I may not be a good writer, but I believe that if there¡¯s a will, there¡¯s a way.
I stretched out my arms. Speaking of write, I¡¯ve just completed my latest article for the week. It took me some hours of pondering some thoughts and inspirational ideas that would likely motivate my readers (if there still are) this week. When I pressed the close button of my document, I was surprised rather immediately, upon glancing at the bottom toolbar of my laptop. Time check: it¡¯s 12:35PM. I thought it was only three hours or so. Because I woke up this morning around six and right after my devotional, I went straight to write an article—and did I not just finish it now?
Anyways, it doesn¡¯t matter. The feeling I get whenever I finish writing is something I will not trade for a piece of my favorite chocolate cake. I stood up and went to our room (yes, our, because we are four pretty ladies staying in a one neat apartment). The door was slightly opened though. I pushed it wider and rested my left arm on the door post, while my other arm I rested upon my waist. I saw my older sister sitting on the corner and she was somewhat smiling at her phone, probably she¡¯s reading some comical comments in her Facebook.
¡°Sister dearie,¡± I started while not removing from my previous position.
¡°What are you doing?¡± I asked, trying to mimic the voice of a cartoon that our younger brother likes.
She looked up at my direction and immediately her face wrinkled, ¡°And just what are you wearing again this time?!¡± She replied in which it made me looked down at my attire.
I have not changed clothes since I woke up, and seriously, I haven¡¯t even taken a bath. Not that it¡¯s a big deal to me and to her. But seriously, what¡¯s wrong with my clothes? I always love to wear jagging pants at home while I always insert my shirt in it. Although, to my surprise too, this time around I noticed that my white shirt wasn¡¯t tucked in. I rolled the hem of my shirt and tied it like a ribbon just above my bellybutton. I think this was what she meant about.
So I smirked a little while tilting my head towards the doorpost when a brilliant joke just came upon my brain, then I said as if in a proud tone, ¡°Well, I¡¯m a dancer of Wowowee. What ¡®ya think?¡±
She laughed hard at my reply and did it not happen too fast! Then she said while shaking her head, and I saw her quick glance at my bellybutton, ¡°Haha. Oh, sister dearie, before you aspire to become a dancer, can you not check the dirt on your bellybutton first?¡± Then she never stopped laughing after that. Embarrassed, I quickly untied my shirt and loosened them down to cover my poor bellybutton, ¡°Hey!¡± I yelped. ¡°It doesn¡¯t have dirt!¡±
But my sister gave me a stupid face, ¡°Really? Haha. If it so, then let me see!¡± I don¡¯t know what entered my sister¡¯s brain that she suddenly brought up this kind of argument, although well, when I checked it, she¡¯s quite right. But not that much! Really, this sister of mine!
Too embarrassed to even face her now, I walked out the room.
¡°You never fail to surprise me, sister! Really, I love you so much. You¡¯re the best stress reliever—ever!¡± She shouted at me and I surely did not want to face the mirror now.
That older sister¡¦never fails to tease me in any way she can. She always makes fun of me. But the irony of all is that, she never wants anyone else to make fun of me. FUNNY. But she¡¯s the sweetest irony I¡¯ve ever have.
I smiled, anyway.
Because I thank God for her life. If it were not for my sister, I could have not known Jesus.
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