"thing produced by labor or effort"[1] or the "result of an act or a process",[2] and stems from the verb "produce", from the Latin prōdūce(re) '(to) lead or bring forth'. Since 1575, the word "product" has referred to anything produced.
Dear God
Love, Daegyu & Sharon
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Everything As A Product
"thing produced by labor or effort"[1] or the "result of an act or a process",[2] and stems from the verb "produce", from the Latin prōdūce(re) '(to) lead or bring forth'. Since 1575, the word "product" has referred to anything produced.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
reflection on time
i don't quite know why the memory of lighting firecrackers in dark parks is the first picture i see. my guess so far is because on that night, specifically on this one night, i was very happy. now, there have been other instances where i've been happy throughout my childhood. so why this one? then i rememberer that on this special night... its one of the earliest moment i can ever remember where my dad and I did something together with equal joy. there haven't been many other memories i figured where we literally held hands and individually partook in creating colorful lights.
when i keep on reflecting on that night, more things come to light. we were poor, firecrackers back then were pricey. work for my parents ended late, and it was also late; he never had the habit of doing such "childish" things, i was.
i realize that even one action done a long time ago, with time it gains value. much more value than i could have ever imagined. i thouoght i was happy on that night; but in truth, im more overjoyed and thankful now.
then this humbles me and reminds of of God.
Fathers...have a habit of using time for a greater purpose. whether my dad knew it on that night or not, him lighting firecrackers with me, taught me how to do it the next day. this goes likewise for God too, only difference being that He is aware of how the snowball will roll down the hill.
of course i believe that time has a characteristic of messing things up more as well. while a good wine gets better with time (they say), other types of food rot. for the sake of time, i hope to write more on this matter on my next post. since unfortunately, among those 3-4 second clips, not all of them are like wine.
Dear God,
thank you for time...
Monday, March 7, 2011
A Prayer for You
Paul was speaking here of the things that might seem likely to separate a saint from the love of God. But the remarkable thing is that nothing can come between the love of God and a saint. The things Paul mentioned in this passage can and do disrupt the close fellowship of our soul with God and separate our natural life from Him. But none of them is able to come between the love of God and the soul of a saint on the spiritual level. The underlying foundation of the Christian faith is the undeserved, limitless miracle of the love of God that was exhibited on the Cross of Calvary; a love that is not earned and can never be. Paul said this is the reason that “in all these things we are more than conquerors.” We are super-victors with a joy that comes from experiencing the very things which look as if they are going to overwhelm us.
Huge waves that would frighten an ordinary swimmer produce a tremendous thrill for the surfer who has ridden them. Let’s apply that to our own circumstances. The things we try to avoid and fight against— tribulation, suffering, and persecution— are the very things that produce abundant joy in us. “We are more than conquerors through Him” “in all these things”; not in spite of them, but in the midst of them. A saint doesn’t know the joy of the Lord in spite of tribulation, but because of it. Paul said, “I am exceedingly joyful in all our tribulation” (2 Corinthians 7:4).
The undiminished radiance, which is the result of abundant joy, is not built on anything passing, but on the love of God that nothing can change. And the experiences of life, whether they are everyday events or terrifying ones, are powerless to “separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:39).