This is a photo of my dad at the lake. He looks a lot shorter.

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This is a photo of my mom.

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This is a photo of the beautiful lake in Mt. Whitney.

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This is a collage that picasa came up with.

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This is my baby cousin embracing her tongue.

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This is a picture of my baby cousin eating a small dorritos.

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This is a scary pose of The Ring. My cousin looks so scary.

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This is a shot of my stressed out looking sister and cousin.

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This is my baby cousin in sleep mode. She's very cute.

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My mom has a funny smile.

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This is an improved shot of my parents.

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This is another bad shot of my parents.

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This is a shot of my family posing in the grass. It came out really nicely. We had lunch and took a break.

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This is a shot of the pretty environment at John Muir Wilderness Park. I remember seeing people trying to fish for trout. This natural setting is very beautiful and undisturbed.

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This is a shot of me smiling. I am an overgrown small guy.

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These two are my parents.

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This is a shot of my sister smiling and dad walking away.

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This is a shot of my sister and dad.

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That's a shot of me. I'm really like a kid aren't I?

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A shot of my mom, but it was so dusty for the camera.

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My dad is walking in John Muir Wilderness National Park.

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My aunt is in the middle. My family are the other two.

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My sister and cousin both hide from the camera (being sarcastic)

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Daddy's photos

 
 
 
  

This is a photo

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These are all photos from my dad's party.

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Interesting

  

Pretty neat

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My Testimonies

For a short introduction, I am now going on to work on my testimonies. My life in the Lord began as a 2nd grader, when I accepted Jesus through a prayer and with my heart. I went through with it because I wanted to try it out. Another brother of mine named Andrew accepted with me, but I haven't kept in contact with him lately. I remember going through Bible school and feeling the worn out effects of being committed to God. It felt like going to school, and I didn't like learning about anything. I had moments where I blanked out in my mind and nothing came through to me in those sermons. My life was a total wreck sometimes, I would do things completely not liked by God and feel like a wretch for doing them. Yes, I felt like a very bad person whenever I cursed in my childhood. I hardly said a cursed word, after training myself to deal with the bad impulses of my life. I totally became reliant on myself for studies and had periods of not wanting to study. I sometimes felt like a person who was going to blow up up into high school. I was totally committed to getting A's and pleasing my parents but I felt really empty inside. Every year, I had this emotion of wanting to quit going to school after putting in a lot of effort. This emotion grew larger, as I didn't find myself playing with friends. However, I made television my idol and even became aware of my sexuality before my puberty. It didn't help to have perverted guy friends in middle school. Learning about sex ed for the first time was really funny especially when the teacher used sex terms. There was a lot of giggling among the brothers and bashfulness to the sisters as well. Ninth grade came around and I had almost forgotten about my acceptance of the Lord. My walk became really carnal by this time. Even through all that carnality, I couldn't find absolute satisfaction. I wanted the best of everything a guy could go through. Engaging in acts of what I call myself getting carnal encouragement, my faith kept on bouncing away from the Lord. I had a few moments of wanting to be really angry with God, but thank God I didn't have consistency with doing anything. I was like a person with ADD, giving no attention to life's detail. I gave a lot of respect to a lot of high school students and became devestated because I became afraid of not being able to live up to the expectations of peer pressure. I lost full-throttle confidence in myself and became anti-social. All I really longed for was engaging in carnal acts by myself with noone telling me, how it was affecting my total growth as a person. I was very emotionally filled for a time being carnal, but then the Lord called me to go church. My mom told me about a church that was about a few 100 yards away from my house. I went there and still couldn't confide myself in dedicating myself to the Lord. I had these moments of wanting to do good things as a Christian, but I was being too indecisive with my heart. I then started feeling the spiritual confinement with me doing those carnal acts. I would feel very sheepish, as it affected my accountability. I stunted my growth as a matter of eating a lot of sweets and not averaging a sufficient amount of sleep. The heaviest I ever became was 180 pounds while under 5 feet. I wore a waist size of 36. My life was a wreck for me, as my mind started shutting down. I had moments of hitting myself very heavily enough to the point of me crying in agony of not being able to fully complete any thinking assignment. In ninth grade after a year of courting her during breaks, a young girl stole my heart. I felt a lot of care for her and even mentioned it in crypted messages to my mom, who scared me about an occurence of a destructive relationship with young couples.

My heart sank because I knew I couldn't be with her, but I always wanted the best for her. My reasoning was I lacked all the timing of being well-prepared for a relationship. Learning about love was very important to me as it applies to my walk in the faith. Never was that emotion of wanting to fellowship stronger with any other person. I didn't show it to her, and I forgot about it as I moved on.

Being in carnal mode, I felt like my life was in jeopardy and made me feel weak whenever I wasn't emotionally filled. My true spiritual state is a being who can't do anything. I seeked to always entertain myself and felt fits of having enmity with the world whenever I didn't obtain my selfish desires.

I was always under this bondage of carnality and without the Holy Spirit working in me, I would never have dishardened my heart. I always wanted to avoid the actual truth and whenever, I went to church I always longed to get out.

By the grace of God, after I debated with myself about Jesus' life and did the best I could to defame the mysticism, I wrestled with the Spirit of God and surely enough after I thought about a possible scenario of a virgin birth in modern terms, I accepted Jesus was born through God the father. I believed in Christ's resurrection from the start, but I gained something. I felt higher satisfaction than any other carnal moment I ever had, by placing my confidence in the Godhead.

I was on cloud nine, while feeling loved and overjoyed despite having still the thorns of ignorance in my spiritual life. Romans 8:3 states for what the law could not do in that it is weak in the flesh, God sending His son in the likeness of sin, condemned sin in the flesh. Christ condemned my carnal emotions from my flesh.

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My First Christian Song

I've been practicing this song for awhile, but still haven't gotten it down fully yet. Here are the lyrics:

We lift/lay our hands to worship you.

You pour out your love to deeply cleanse us

We sing for our joy and peace of Christ's reign!

Creator and king of all majestic splendor

Will you smile upon us God? Everyday, we glorify your name above all names. Please fill us with your presence Lord.

We cry out our deepest fears. You are so holy, holy, holy. Holy, holy, holy. Oh Heavenly father. Oh abba. You raised us from above. You equipped us, provider. We will witness the ends of the earth!

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New spiritual man

You know what? Being a short person growing up has made me turn out to be a not so confident person. My reluctances of having existed come from me being so bonded with my childhood experiences. I have never managed to get past these emotions, even though my mom says it doesn't matter. There's a piece of me that has been left out from speaking up.

I've always wanted to have a subtle connection with everyone else, but I didn't end up getting it. From suffering a whole lot, I've had to grow spiritually. It's not being easy living my life and having the worst emotions that you could possibly imagine. I'm really at a point where I can barely fellowship with others. I'm starting to also lose my edge with being accurate in my grammar.

Everything doesn't flow smoothly for me. It is unfortunate that I can't be a very talented leader and disciple maker of some sort. I'm a foolish being to have walked the face of this earth. 1 John 5: 14-15 speaks about how we should have the confidence to approach God and that he will listen to our prayers if ours is in accordance with God's will.

I believe that by making a prayer of wanting to be taller has made me grown taller already. My intention is to share my experience of becoming taller with others of how prayer really works. I can assume my life as a taller person now and pray for better confidence. I am a really reserved person, and in a sense, don't want to get involved. I'm just a nobody, who can't do much consistently. That's my area of failure, and I hope my prayers will be more effective in becoming consistent.

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My Problems

I take so long showers, without even keeping track of time. I wake up incidentally on time, but go back to sleep. I figure I will do homework, but I really don't. I can't truly make up my mind in what I'm supposed to do, without being truly informed about everything. I wonder off in my class lectures. For the first time, I'm actually becoming very serious and at the best level of confidence I need to be at.

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