this is my first post... maybe just a quick one, cuz I need to go to sleep to wake up early tmr.
why? cuz ill be accompanyin my newly arrived cousin for the foundation orientation tmr. I just have brought her to a brief trip in Wellington city to buy 'essentials' not supermarket, but like phone sim card and bus card and to bring her to have a look on the cool museum we have in Welly, and other delightful places and moments.
unimportant but just fyi, when i brought her to have an ice cream shot amidst the prickingly sunny but uncomfortably windy day, she and me was about to choose our flavours. the first thing when she was interested in when she looked at all the choices, she immidiately points out at 'cinnamon'. and when the person asked her to have a try, she tried cinnamon, she tried some others but none she liked best but cinnamon.
I felt just as usual, nothing really significant, cinnamon is everywhere and i need to choose my flavours as well...
but when i remembered about it, somehow, there's a feelin can't be concealed. A 'little alarm', too minute to be recognized on the spot, seemed to ring whenever i found out somebody liking cinnamon. somehow, it's recalling me of how i adored the whole thing bout cinnamon. the elegance of the taste, the beauty of a fine bark, the magic it has that makes ordinary food becomes authentic and farrrr tastier than without it... and most of all,, it's smell in God's throne...
yes, cinnamon used to be burned as an offering to God(the God I'm worshiping as a Christian), coz its smell pleases Him. A pastor told me(the whole church actually) about it in his preech. Why do I said 'he was telling me' ?
smell to
Him, in every single thing I do.. cuz I know,,
why? cuz ill be accompanyin my newly arrived cousin for the foundation orientation tmr. I just have brought her to a brief trip in Wellington city to buy 'essentials' not supermarket, but like phone sim card and bus card and to bring her to have a look on the cool museum we have in Welly, and other delightful places and moments.
unimportant but just fyi, when i brought her to have an ice cream shot amidst the prickingly sunny but uncomfortably windy day, she and me was about to choose our flavours. the first thing when she was interested in when she looked at all the choices, she immidiately points out at 'cinnamon'. and when the person asked her to have a try, she tried cinnamon, she tried some others but none she liked best but cinnamon.
I felt just as usual, nothing really significant, cinnamon is everywhere and i need to choose my flavours as well...
but when i remembered about it, somehow, there's a feelin can't be concealed. A 'little alarm', too minute to be recognized on the spot, seemed to ring whenever i found out somebody liking cinnamon. somehow, it's recalling me of how i adored the whole thing bout cinnamon. the elegance of the taste, the beauty of a fine bark, the magic it has that makes ordinary food becomes authentic and farrrr tastier than without it... and most of all,, it's smell in God's throne...
yes, cinnamon used to be burned as an offering to God(the God I'm worshiping as a Christian), coz its smell pleases Him. A pastor told me(the whole church actually) about it in his preech. Why do I said 'he was telling me' ?
it's because my name is Kezia, its a hebrew and means CINNAMON...that's why I always prayed that my life will be as such a pleasing
smell to
Him, in every single thing I do.. cuz I know,,
when God chose for our name, he has a specific purpose, of what ME or YOU
should be like...
and that's why when ever God calls OUR name, he is really 'calling' us ...
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