Hours before Christmas

We're five hours and 29 minutes away from Christmas and I'm here in my room blogging. My head aches and I feel tired and heavy. I don't know if it's because of the weather or the fact that I woke up late today.

I want to make this Christmas celebration a lot more special, but I don't know what to do. I want to stand up for CHRIST and share what His birth means. But a few hours before the 25th of December, I feel overcome with fear. I am not ashamed of the Gospel, but I don't know if I'm ready for it.

I'm perfectly comfortable sharing spiritual stuff with my parents now. But I'm not that comfortable with my tito and tita who are joining us for the Noche Buena. I pray that I can be bold tonight. I'm actually prepared to share the Gospel, having memorized it in my two years of knowing Christ. I even have a powepoint presentation for it.

But sharing Christ is more than that. I'm praying for a local Church that can follow up my family while I'm in Manila. I'm attending a Christian Church here, but I merely go there every break so I'm not really a part of the congregation. My home church is in UP Diliman, but even there I;m a bit detached, not as close as I'm supposed to be.

I know how this Christmas can be special-- it's me having to share Christ. I ask for your prayers. As the clock strikes twelve, may I muster the courage from the Spirit to stand up for Jesus who gave His life for me. Thank you.

Together

We went to Bacnotan last night and ate at a floating restaurant. I can't remember the name of the place already, but they served seafood which was caught right before your eyes.

There are better places with more delicious food but what makes the experience stand out is the fact that we're together after a long time. I wish my sister was with us.