Once Upon a Time.

You’ll never forget the experiences and the little joys where you put your heart into. Wherever you maybe, all the experiences from the past that have contributed alot on you who you are today will always be irreplaceable. I am not perfect. I can tell the world that I am a sinner. But once upon a time, I was a warrior. I was a real worshipper. I was a speaker. I was an ATE. And a Role Model to the young ones. But, I am imperfect..

Once upon a time, there was this young girl who joined a community called by God. Youth For Christ. That was May 24, 2003. She was small, wearing off shoulder blouse, with jeans and flat rubber shoes plus pig-tails. She was this friendly young kid who was attending the youth camp that same date. The environment was so not-pristine to her since she was used to attending camps and fellowships when she was a Kids for Christ. She has made a lot of friends. She knew what she joined. She was aware of the environment. She loved being there. As time went by, she was asked and invited to be a leader. An ‘’ate’’ for the KFCs. Without any hesitations, she said Yes. She was excited to serve. And she was accustomed of spending her weekends with the kids whom she learned to love a lot. She attended leadership trainings, fellowships, retreats, etc. But she was imperfect.

 She met a lot of people who inspired her. She met people whom she has found so amazing and she looked up to them. She was able to share herself to others, she was not afraid that she was a young leader.  She was dedicated to her service. She was motivated. She was eager to tell the world how great life is when you have Jesus. She was not extraordinary. She enjoyed being in the community. Being herself, dedicated to her work. Loving everything that she was doing. She would rather spend the weekend at service than staying at home or going at the mall. She loved everything that she was doing. She was not hesitant to serve. But she was imperfect.

She loved to sing Worship songs despite having a dreadful voice. The songs of praise were her outlet. According to her, you will see the real her when she worships. She was never afraid of kneeling, raising her hands so high, when she worships. She loved the feeling of worshiping the Lord. Her one on one with the Lord.  She added, ‘Nothing beats the feeling of being high for the Lord’.

She was humble. She made a lot of friends. The friends that good or bad, are still her friends. She spent sleepless nights in service but she didnt get tired. She begged for her parents’ permission to attend a conference and serve even if she was sick—because she wanted to serve. She had difficult times of having money in order to go for service, but the Lord has always blessed her.

She had a lot of predicaments in the service, but she was able to surpass them all because she had great brothers and sisters and she was way tough.

She had a beautiful YFC story. Once upon a time, she was once awarded a hero. And once upon a time, kids who knew her would run onto her and hug her like she was an angel and a clown. 

But she was imperfect, and a sinner. She stumbled so many times.  Stood up so many times.

She's no longer active. She may no longer be a leader, but her story never ends. Up to this moment, her heart continues beating and keeps in mind everything she learned.  People never knew her excess baggage.

On the other hand, she is still small. The small girl who is trying to keep everything on track. She keeps on loving.  She’s still a warrior. A worshipper by heart. But Role Model no more. She is still tough, and way better. But she still struggles.   Her story is tear-jerking. But she will be forever thankful of her life’s struggles. Without those heart-rending moments in her life, she may not be able to withstand with broken legs and she may not be able to fully understand how great life really is. She is a wounded warrior. But her scars are her layers of armor. But as the song says, ‘Deep inside this armor.. the warrior is a child’

She served. She fell. She stumbled so badly. She withstood the hurricane. ------She is a sinner. She is imperfect. Her story of love, happiness, joy, victories and defeats are never ending…

THIS IS MY STORY. And my story is incessant.

----This is one of my favourite blogs. I almost cried. Dear Lord God, thank you for loving me every day.--  This is a Glimpse of my YFC story. I will forever treasure the moments I had in Yfc.  Being a YFC was one of the best things in my life.