The disciples rested on the Sabbath, sorrowing for the death of their Lord, while Jesus, the King of glory, lay in the tomb. As night drew on, soldiers were stationed to guard the Saviour’s resting place, while angels, unseen, hovered above the sacred spot. The night wore slowly away, and while it was yet dark, the watching angels knew that the time for the release of God’s dear Son, their loved Commander, had nearly come. As they were waiting with the deepest emotion the hour of His triumph, a mighty angel came flying swiftly from heaven. His face was like the lightning, and his garments white as snow. His light dispersed the darkness from his track and caused the evil angels, who had triumphantly claimed the body of Jesus, to flee in terror from his brightness and glory. One of the angelic host who had witnessed the scene of Christ’s humiliation, and was watching His resting place, joined the angel from heaven, and together they came down to the sepulcher. The earth trembled and shook as they approached, and there was a great earthquake.

Terror seized the Roman guard. Where was now their power to keep the body of Jesus? They did not think of their duty or of the disciples’ stealing Him away. As the light of the angels shone around, brighter than the sun, that Roman guard fell as dead men to the ground. One of the angels laid hold of the great stone and rolled it away from the door of the sepulcher and seated himself upon it. The other entered the tomb and unbound the napkin from the head of Jesus. Then the angel from heaven, with a voice that caused the earth to quake, cried out, “Thou Son of God, Thy Father calls Thee! Come forth.” Death could hold dominion over Him no longer. Jesus arose from the dead, a triumphant conqueror. In solemn awe the angelic host gazed upon the scene. And as Jesus came forth from the sepulcher, those shining angels prostrated themselves to the earth in worship, and hailed Him with songs of victory and triumph.

Early Writings p181

*on a side note my mom keeps saying, “what gross things are you looking at?” due to medical pics on tumblr ahaha

well obviously not tomorrow, or this year for that matter. But someday, i hope to get married. I mean ever since i was like 5 years old i dreamed of my wedding, later while i was in college i liked the idea of being married by 27. Now that i’m 25 years old and currently single i don’t see myself getting married by 27. And you know what? I’m totally ok with that.

I love my job and yes it’s cliche but “i’m really focused on my career right now”. I now realize that it’s not just about getting married, but getting married to the right man. A God-fearing-spiritual christian leader-who not only loves me-but loves God FIRST. I’m currently not dating but i rather date to get married than “date” just to fill a void only Christ can fill. When i get married i only want to do it once. 

Interestingly enough my parents are ok with me not getting married. Well, ok they sometimes throw in a “i was married at your age” but for the most part they don’t “nag” me about it. However, there are some people that do.
During the week when i’m at work, i literally have this mentality of “i love life, God is good and i’m so blessed”. Until i go to see my filipino family that is. I then get comments like, “We are praying God sends you prince charming soon. Any answers to our prayers yet? Impossible! You are too pretty to be single. Don’t loose faith, you will get married soon! How about “insert guy friend who is also single”? Beautiful match in heaven! Don’t worry, we are praying you will be married!” I just literally wait for them to say, “don’t worry we shall cure you of this singleness”. Sigh, being single is not a disease. It really isn’t. Single and fabulous and satisfied in the Lord! I mean, am i wrong to feel like this?

 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. Philippians 4:11

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It truly makes you feel “refreshed”. 

John 4:14.

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again,but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

i leave no longer “spiritually parched” and like it’s a new day! God is good <3

When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

-this beautiful hymn is what is getting me through this crazy night. God is good despite the madness.

she was so angry and very mean and demanding. All night i prayed for patience and treated her with the kindness that only God could give. At the end of my shift when i finished changing her depends she tells me with tears in her eyes, “I just want to apologize for how i was acting earlier. You have been so kind to me and i want to thank you for being my nurse”.

I was so happy that she was happy. A happy patient is a lovely patient :D

My heart hurts and even if I pulled myself together I cried on the way to work.

I need to keep my eyes on The Lord. Only He can satisfy my hearts longing . <3
Despite everything, God is good.

All night i had crazy, overly demanding patients who kept pushing the call light, pooping on themselves, getting out of their contact room and pulling out IVs.