Messed Up Circadian Rhythm

Alright. So it's four in the morning and I haven't gotten any sleep yet. My circadian rhythm is messed up. I have an exam on Psych 101 later at 10, and I think I'm not ready yet. oh, crap. Well, I better get some sleep now, the sleep I have been longing for--ever since the finishing of my Soc Anth101 paper (ill tell you more about that paper story some other time). Alrighty...good night!

I'm Totally Messed Up

I realized that I haven't been posting anything in this blog lately, so I decided to write something, since I felt the need to express what I am actually feeling right now. Well, to hit on the subject, I want to say that I AM TOTALLY MESSED UP. This basically means that, I'm not doing well with my academics--at all; I haven't been feeling well lately, ( i have this two-week old cough); I have problems handling my money and time; and i can't seem to fix my priorities straight. Something's terribly wrong.
There are also a lot of things in my mind right now--two exams on Monday, the ugly thought of extending in college, my busted phone, my stupidity in Mathematics, orderliness, and relationships with my roommates, orgmates, churchmates and friends. Thinking about them stresses me to the bones.

I also realized that the blame for these predicaments are all on me. I have caused all these troubles. It's all my fault. How could I be so stupid.

I am mad at myself.
I hate myself.
HAHA. And I think I'm going psycho.

I JUST WISH THAT THIS SEMESTER WOULD END ALREADY.

I WISH I COULD JUST GO INTO THIS CERTAIN TYPE OF TRANCE WHERE I COULD ESCAPE AND TAKE A BREAK FROM THE REAL WORLD.

I WISH I COULD BRING BACK TIME.

I WISH I WERE SMARTER IN MATH.


Oh. What could I do anyway. It even seems that my roommates don't want me anymore. Ang gulo ko kasi sa bahay. Well, as I said. it's all my fault. I can't blame them for not liking me. gad. I wish I could just be a better person.

oh goodie.

Tagalog Dapat!

Hindi ako karaniwang nagsusulat ng blog sa Tagalog. Hindi ko din maipagmamalaki na bihasa ako sa wikang ito kahit na isa akong Pilipino. Pero dahil may kaibigan (na naging kaanak-anakan din) na itatago nalang natin sa pangalang, Bea de Castro, ang pagpapaskil na ito ay dapat na nakapahayag sa wikang Tagalog. *lunok-malalim* (sa Ingles, *gulps*) Salamat sa iyo, Google translate! Mahal na mahal kita.

Heto na...

Tulad nga ng sabi ko, hinding-hindi ko maipagmamalaki na magaling ako sa Tagalog, sapagka't ako'y pinalaki ng mga magulang ko na ang mga paraan ng lahat ng aming pakikipag-usap ay nasa wikang Ingles. Pag kakausapin ang yaya, Ingles. Uutusan ng magulang--Ingles. Librong babasahin--Ingles. Palabas sa telebisyon--Ingles. Lahat nalang--Ingles. Hindi ko naman masasabing sosyal ang pamilya ko, dahil ang nanay ko ay isa lamang hamak na guro, at ang itay ay isang OFW o isang pangkaragatang-trabahador lamang. Pero kung makapag-salita kasi, wagas. Napakawagas na Ingles. Yan ang unang wika na aking natutunan. Ingles. Mukha tuloy kaming pamilya de primera clase. (<--OMg. ano yan.) Tandaan, hindi lahat ng nag-Iingles ay sosyal na nilalang. Naaalala ko tuloy yung biro tungkol sa isang babaeng Inglisyerang "sosyal" sa isang bus:

Ate: Hey manong conductor! Could you make abot naman my luggage?
Kundoktor: Syore, manang. Saan po yung bagahe niyo?
Ate: Ah, there. The sako.

(ops. sume-segway na.)

Ang pangalawang wika naman na natutunan ko ay ang Tagalog noong ako'y limang taong gulang pa lamang. Sa mga hindi nakakaalam, ito yoong panahon noong lumipat ang pamilya ko sa Cavite upang manatili doon ng dalawang taon. Doon ako nagpatuloy ng dalawang taon ng pagaaral.
Naaalala ko pa yoong hirap na wala kang kaibigan dahil Ingles ka nagsasalita at hindi makaintindi ng Tagalog. Dito sa paaralang ito, Tagalog naman ang wikang natural na binibigkas. @__@ Hindi tulad nung dati kong paaralan sa Baguio na dapat lahat ng estudyante at pati na rin ang stap ay magsalita ng Ingles.

Dahil wala akong kaibigan sa Cavite, pinilit ko ang aking sarili na magsalita at makipag-usap sa wikang Tagalog.
Pagbalik ng pamilya ko sa Baguio matapos ang dalawang taon, matatas na ako sa wikang Tagalog, ngunit hirap padin sa Filipino sa klase. Lagapak kung sa lagapak. (Biro mo, hindi ko binasa ang Noli me Tangere at El Filibusterismo. Pero nakapagtapos ako ng high-school! Salamat sa mga nakasalin na libro at palabas na nabibili sa National Book Store.)

Hindi lang Tagalog at Ingles ang nakayanan kong aralin. Kahit ayaw ko sa mga Koryano, maniwala ka sa hindi, natuto akong magbasa, magsulat at makipag-usap ng diretso sa wikang Koryano o Hanggul. Natutunan ko naman ito noong ako'y tumira sa Tsina ng walong buwan. Labing dalawang taong gulang ako noon. Doon, natuto na din akong mag-Intsik ng kaunti. Kaunti lamang dahil ang Intsik ay mahirap na mahirap unawain. Masungit pa ang guro ko ng Instik noon. hanep.

Pagbalik ko sa Pinas, mas nahirapan nanaman akong mag-Tagalog dahil hindi ko na naensayong salitain ito. Ingles, Koryano at Intsik lang kasi nga naman ang salita ng mahigit walong buwan. Ayon. nahirapan talaga ako.

***Kaya kung ang kuwento sa paskil na ito ay may mali sa gramatika, pagpasensyahan niyo na po ang bobo. hehe. Ngunit hindi naman ako maihahalintulad sa isang malansang isda, tulad nga ng binanggit ni Jose Rizal, dahil mahal ko naman ang sarili kong wika--at nais ko talagang matutunan pa ito ng lubos. Hindi lang talaga ako mahusay. Pangako.

Yan din ang dahilan kung bakit ako umalis ng BALL (Bachelor of Arts in Language and Literature)
at laking takot na pasukan ang COMM (Communication Arts). Kaya, Soc Anth nalang ang kurso ko. Masaya naman ako doon.

O siya. Tama na. Laking kahihiyan na ito.

Bye-bye! este. pambihira. leche. PAALAM!


Bea, may utang ka saakin dahil dito! hehehehhe

Unproductive Saturday

I woke up at around 11 in the morning today, and the sun was shining brightly already, after weeks of gloomy days here in Baguio. I missed the sun and that particular warmth it makes me feel.

Anyway, I was also supposed to study all day today, that's because there really are a lot to study for-- Math 11, Soc Anthropology 101, Soc Sci 10, and lots more. I've got tons of readings all from those subjects, and reading them takes most of my 24 hours from my day. Next to the time allotted on readings are sleep and Facebook, then the watching One Tree Hill. I get tend to get real timid when it comes to studying.

After eating lunch at around 12nn, I continued watching the second episode of One Tree Hill season 8. That took around 50 minutes. I took a bath after, then went to church to attend two meetings: LifeBox's "Pumped Up"  and The Service Coordinator's General Assembly. It was ate Alelli's first time to lead the latter meeting, and she did a pretty great job. :)) (Y)

Today was also Saturdate, another newly-opened, 6pm service here at Victory Baguio, and I served as the Service Coordinator today. Service Coordinators make sure that everything during the service will just flow spontaneously. From the sound system to the lights, from the number of seats to the actual number of attendees, and from the different ministries to the pastor. In other words, they're like back-stage or floor managers. (I won't be talking about this any further. hehe)

Lo, and Behold! Kuya Richmond!

After the 6pm service, we practiced for tomorrow's 6pm service again, that's on Sunday. (duh) I played the keyboards, and kuya Richmond (one of my awesome roommates) lead the practice, and ofcourse, he'll be leading tomorrow's 6pm Praise and Worship. He's a great singer, and I admire him of his humility, patience and character. I just hope that he'll  still be keeping the fire burning real hot in serving Him. Kuya Richmond's life testimony has been a great blessing to me.

Andok's Dokito Frito. Masarap 'to. maraming MSG

Kuya Richmond and I got home at around 11pm, and we were hungry. As in, REAL HUNGRY.
Our food: Dokito Frito (Andok's Fried Chicken); 2 cups of rice; and 1  Mais con Yelo. Take-out yan. 


It's 1:51 right now, and I'm about to sleep na. "I'll start studying tomorrow." I always keep promising myself. I just hope I'll have the discipline to read and study tomorrow.

BTW. We invited our neighbors to church tomorrow. Bale, kasabay ko sila sa 6pm Service. I hope and pray that they will come to know how much Christ loves them, tomorrow. (I mean later na pala) And that's why I'm excited for what God is about to do at our 6pm service tomorrow.

Tulog na'ko. Good night, Guys! :)









Goals on Sunday (June 24, 2012):
1. Wake up real early; wash clothes kapag hindi tinamad;
2. Study Readings esp. in Soc Anth; (prepare for quizzes)
3. Study song line-ups for 6pm service;
4. Make sure neighbors attend church service;
5. Watch Episode 4 of One Tree Hill


*all photos in this post are not mine, they are all credited to google images and facebook.

Hey Muse, I'm Glad Yer Back!

It seemed that I have lost my muse ever since I lost all my work after my laptop got reformatted. You see, I have been writing a series of amateurish short stories, poems and songs after I got into UP. It actually seemed to be my hobby--well, only when I'm at home. And since I am the type of guy who does not have the confidence to let the open world read them, I decided to publish only a few into my blog, most of which have been deleted shortly after realizing their risks of embarrassment.

Lesson learned: Upload all files to the internet. YAN KASI.

Now, just this summer, I got my laptop reformatted at my cousin's, doltishly forgetting to backup all the files I wanted to save. Those include the songs in my playlist, a set of horror movies, my school projects and written work. Everything's gone, after a series of clicks on the mouse, just like how Dr. Mendoza from Philosophy class described tabula rasa. I remember the frustrations, the regrets, the dashing hopes.I was grateful with what my cousin did for me, but since then, I lost my determination and purpose in writing just how  I lost my files.

Back to amateur writing. LOL

Lately, after months of my writing indolence, it gradually seemed that my fingers have gone frenzy onto the keyboard to write again. The act of opening Microsoft Word every time I open my laptop excites me, as if that I had a lot to type in. It seems to be really, really weird but i'm glad that I'm back on writing again. I'm glad that my muse is back. YAAAY!

LORD, I Remember You!

"Maalaala mo Kaya?" or "Will/Do You Still Remember?"(photo credit goes to google images)

THIS. IS. GOING. TO. BE. LOOOOOOOONG. Parang readings lang ng Soc-An. (Just like the readings of the Soc-An majors)

I AM PRETTY SURE that all of us Christians have experienced having these awfully, negative feelings such as depression, sorrow, grief, and even the simplest to the most complex form of anxiety in our lives. For students like me, these may be because of failing exams or grades, the occasional stress, family and/or roommate troubles, homesickness, the usual, heartbreaking 'love life,' fights with classmates and org-mates, blackmailing and so on. Name it, there are plenty more!  ∞

Now to begin with, I want you to consider the following questions: 

• Have you ever praised and thanked God for giving you failing grades, stress, homesickness and enemies?;
• Have you ever asked the question, "God! Why is this [insert problem here] happening to me!?"; 
• Have you ever felt like not going to church or rather dragged yourself there because you felt that no good thing was going to happen or change, anyway?; or
• Have you ever got mad at God for not giving you what you thought you needed or wanted?

Now, let me share to you two of my favorite verses in the Bible:

(5)Why am I discouraged? 

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise Him again--

my Savior and (6) my God!

Now, I am deeply discouraged,

BUT I will remember You--

even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of Jordan,

from the land of Mount Mizar.

             -Psalms 42: 5-6 (NLT)

David, as he was writing this part of Psalms, obviously needed a Clinical Psychologist or a Physiologist, at least, to help him with is emotional drama. You would actually find countless numbers of rants and complaints if you would just read through the chapters of the Book. 

Anywaysss, that is not my point. David, at this time of his life, saw the troubles from God's wrath--and that discouraged him, a lot. There have been times in my life where it came to a point where I thought that God really didn't make sense. Trouble comes after trouble, until it all seems to be combining, causing our ruin--our defeat.

Well, David didn't need a Clinical Psychologist or a Psychiatrist after all, because he knew and did what he really would've done. He did two simple things, actually: He 1 Remembered the LORD [for His kindness] and 2 he praised Him despite all the trouble and sadness, and depression. 

THOSE, MY FRIEND, ARE TWO HARD THINGS TO DO in times of raging hell and misery. I myself have the tendency of ranting and complaining whenever things go wrong with my life, or even with others'. I kept on thinking, "Who in the entire world would actually thank God for a very tragic event to the least of the predicaments like, death, for instance, to the simple delay of your weekly allowance?" OR, "Who (again) in the entire world would be seen jumping and clapping in church like an ol', party boy while at the same time is undergoing through tons of homework, exams and STREESSSS?"

Well, David praised Him. David remembered Him, and then praised Him even more.

Another remarkable story related to this post is the story of the life of Job. (Read the tragedy at Job chapter1)

My challenge to you today is this: Always remember that tragedies in life are all appointed and overruled by the LORD. Instead of focusing on the lack of your allowance, or the terror of your teachers at school, focus on, and remember the goodness and kindness of God in YOUR life. To give you something to begin with, remember that He gave is One and Only Son to suffer, get humiliated and die a painful death just because of your unceasing wickedness, so that you could live with Him for eternity. He loves you so much, you know, that He even promised in Hebrews 3:5 and said that, "...I [the LORD] will never leave you nor forsake you."

Apply that promise to yourself, then plead it to God. 

REMEMBER HIS LOVE and GOODNESS, then PRAISE HIM--NO MATTER WHAT.

"The Words That Made a Great Impact on My Life"

Okay so, before I mention the part where I write about the phrase that made a great impact on my life, I would like to give several presuppositions related to my past, particularly about the time when I was a kid--an elementary student. Back then, I have actually been a very active, or should we say, an overly naughty kid. To define my naughtiness, it just meant that all of our helpers back then quit their jobs, usually before reaching their third month (I think), not because of how difficult the house chores were, but was rather plainly because of me, not primarily because of what I do or how I act towards them, but because of who I am. Aside from getting choosey about the ‘healthy’ food they cook, I remember that everytime, before they even finish fixing all my mess (like my toys, food wrappers and the bed sheets I used to play bahay-bahayan with,) I usually find other stuff to play and get entertained with before they even finish cleaning. Yes, that meant that the house never seemed to get tidy—well, not when I’m around. And as I said, I have been a really active kid. That’s my facticity. There was even a time when I tried riding our neighbor’s bike down a steep, rocky hill. I stupidly knew and ignored the fact that that bike never had breaks on it, so it eventually resulted to a horrible accident, by which I mean having a broken foot bone with a cut that needed four stitches to shut (I don’t know what the bone was called) and an angry mother who even dared to spank me at home before rushing me to the hospital. I could also remember that at school, during the weekdays, I used to play volleyball every afternoon with my classmates, for at least an hour or so after our dismissal. I would get really sweaty and energy-drained. But when I got home, I would take a bath and play with my neighbors again. I would either go for taekwondo on the weekends or play and watch TV, and actively participate on our local church activities on Sundays. If you would notice, there was barely neither time nor initiative for me to hit the books and study, and that’s because I used to dislike studying. I do not totally hate it, but it’s just that, studying was like an allergy or a disease, which made me sick every time I look or think of them. As I continue to type this essay, disturbing thoughts enter my mind like, I have been either suffering from ADHD back then, or I am just being too paranoid, self-pitiful and judgmental about myself. (I think.) My point is that I have been a really naughty, naughty kid, who would even dare to put house chores over schoolwork.


Now during one fateful day at school (It was at fourth grade), my teacher back then got really pissed off after having been overfed by my naughtiness. I have been so passive and unproductive that day, well, all I did was to wander about with my mind, and played with my pencil and pen on my desk (I imagined them to be either small rocket ships or a submarine that had powers to write figures on paper). I didn’t even finish my goals for that day (it wasn’t even close), plus, my homework from the previous day haven’t even been crossed out from the ‘my goals’ list on my desk. All of those made my teacher upset and mad at me that day. She came to my desk during class, grabbed my arms with both of her hands, shook it a little and scolded,


“Ano ba yan, Daryll. You are such a failure! Wala ka nang ginawang maganda! Hindi ka magiging successful someday! You’re a failure, Daryll!”


Silence ruled over me after hearing those words. It was as if I have been mind-controlled or brainwashed or something. I can still remember how embarrassed and blank I was at that time; embarrassed, because I was sure my classmates heard every single word that was said. My teacher left my desk and went on with her work. I still heard her mumbling as she walked away, but that didn’t matter anymore. Honestly, I have been hurt by what she said, a lot. That’s why I have remained quiet for the rest of the day.


Those words became the ones that made a great impact in my life because it served as my life’s turning point when it came to studying and, shall I include, being behaved. It affected me wholly along with my study habits. Since then, I wanted to prove her wrong. I wanted to let her know that I am not a failure despite my inattention and carelessness in studying. I decided to change. I started studying real hard, passing all my tests and attaining to get higher ranks in the Honor Roll, particularly in the Honor B, where I stayed consistent in. (That’s next to A, the highest honor, of course.) At the age of twelve I graduated from elementary as the First Honorable Mention. I got through high school, ran as Auditor and Council Adviser for the student government in my junior and senior year and finished also as the First Honorable Mention.


Laziness never left my life, of course; I still get lazy a lot. But before this particular laziness succeeds in the temptation it draws me to, I get reminded of the words my teacher told me that day. If it weren’t for those powerful, piercing and hurtful words, I would probably have been living the life I never wanted right now, just probably.

Room Tour: New House; New Housemates!

This summer might just be the best season ever.

My friends, Icho, Nico, Jonathan, Harold, Joseph, kuya Richmond and I left our former boarding houses and moved in together just last Sunday. Our new home, located at Barangay Engineer's Hill, is just about a six-minute walk away from school. The house includes three bathrooms, a kitchen (with a fridge, of course) and Wi-Fi.
Actually, we have dreamed and planned about living altogether already for more than a semester now (thinking that it would be like an everyday-sleepover). Finally after those months of planning, praying and house-hunting, we've successfully put those dreams and plans to reality.

I AM SOOO COOL! -not.

Nyeh, parang hindi naman cool. *major slapface*

I WANT TO SHARE to you a few things from a chapter of this book I have started reading just today. This book was given to me by a really cool friend and brother of mine, Jonathan Wong as a Christmas present. (thanks, bro!) Yup, and I just started reading it today. lols

Yeah, so it's called, Every Teenager's Little Black Book by Blaine Bartel.

Okay. I wanna get to the point now. 

Have you asked yourself, "Am I cool?" Mr. Bartel, the founder and youth pastor of Thrive Communications, has given 5 reflection points to know that you aren't cool. 

1.) If you constantly live in self-pity, looking to get attention, you are not cool.

2.) If you try to impress people with your money, possessions and accomplishments, you are not cool.

3.) If you are sharp-tongued, gossipy, and critical of others, then you are not cool. 

4.) If you only treat people you like and know with love and respect, you are not cool. 

5.) If you spend the majority of the time thinking about yourself,   having little regard for Christ and others, you are not cool. 

I bet that there are some people in your little world who, at the least, always try to impress YOU in some ways, or maybe you've experiencED trying to impress others, and at the same time telling yourself, "Grabe. I'm sooOO cool." with that matching humble attitude. Well, I'm not saying that I haven't tried doing this; I sometimes, am guilty of this too. Mistah Blaine wants us to know that cool people don't have to WORK just to impress you. Then he reminds us of points and verses from the Bible that helps us reflect on instances that makes us definitely UNcool:

You are not cool when you TALK ABOUT YOURSELF  most of the time.

"Let another man praise you, and not your own mouth." -(Prov. 27:2 NKJV)

You are not cool because of HOW you walk or WHAT you WEAR.

You are accepted and favored because of the good person you are, NOT the perception you try to create.

It is definitely not cool to live a life of sin and personal pleasure.

The Bible warns us, "The way of the transgressors is hard." (Prov 13:15)

It is not cool to make others feel SMALL by putting them down with your WORDS. 

Remember the law of sowing and reaping? If you don't, click here.

Feeling ko ang redundant ko na. (insert sad face here.)

Now I bet you're asking yourself, "eh, I don't wan't to be cool naman." or "Now why should I be cool? I wanna stay the same, my own, normal, averagely cool and simple life."

eh. *slapface.* GOD WANTS YOU TO BE COOL KAYA!

He wants you to be cool. 

He wants you to be accepted. 

And He definitely wants you to be favored

Ah, I think you're uncertain tuloy. Want proof? READ Proverbs 3:3-4. promise? Isapuso. Dali! 

I think that kuya Blaine's bottomline is that cool people are the ones who have the ability to influence others for good. He even says that, when you become 'cool', you can easily witness others about your faith, and bring them to the saving love of Christ. Cool people can stand up for the truth, being the right one among all odds, and that they don't need everyone to agree with them or even like them. Likable na nga kasi sila. I'm kinda running out of ideas, and I think that when you become a cool person, you can do lotsa and lotsa things. Like, being cool. (anu daw.) HAHA!

There are lotsa things you can act upon so that you could become cool. Mr. Blaine says, That's:

when you stand up for what is right;

when you reach out to the needy or the UNCOOL;

when you freely admit your shortcomings and move with Godly confidence; and

when you PUT GOD FIRST in your words, actions and plans.

SO, WHATCHACHA waitin' for? GET COOL!

end.

All the credits to:

Bartel, Blaine, (2008) Every Teenager's Little Black Book, Christian Literature Crusade, Valenzuela City,       Metro Manila, (pp.3-9)

I Wanna Lay in That Casket Too.

Have you ever been to a 'viewing' of the dead, or probably to a real funeral/ burial before? Well, I can say that I have, and I that could still remember the sight of the cold, pale-colored faces and bodies that wore such assumingly costly suits and dresses lying underneath the casket's glass. And besides from observing the finely-made caskets with their unusual mixture of bright and dark colors, the flowers and their weird dead smell, the extremely long candles and the like, observing how the dead lay on his casket was probably the most awesome thing to do in a viewing. It always seems that the dead were always at peace with themselves, no matter how painful, or how 'morbid' their death has been. It always seemed that they were really 'detached' from the world, together from it's unending sorrow and darkness... as if they were in the state of being one-hundred percent free from life's sadness and troubles. It seemed that they were happy, lying in their caskets as if they were teen-age bums who did nothing but to lie down on their beds during stress-free weekends. It was as if they really really really had nothing to do--no homework, no exams to prepare for, no horrible errands to run, no jobs, no chores, no simple and even complex, life problems to solve or to run away from. They too, obviously, had no headaches, because starting then, no one tells them what to do.


Oh, how I wished I were like them. How peaceful they look. (O__O)


But here's the problem. They're cold. They're dead.


Sometimes I wished being in that rectangular, wooden box, lying as if I had nothing to do with the world. Yes, I wanna try lying down on that casket too, well, at least just for a little while. If only death weren't permanent, I'd replace my bed with a light brown, 5ft 8" coffin, and "die" whenever problems in life tell me to do so. (Hey I think replacing my bed with a coffin would save some room space. haha) Well, all I wanted was to rest--a rest from everything.  Sige na, kahit limang minuto lang.




After countless minutes of staring at my laptop screen, thinking on how to start my next paragraph, on how I should get buried, I figured out something else, something way cooler than having to lie and play dead on caskets. Something that, just by the mere thought of it, assurance of rest shall be granted, easier than getting it from the genie in the bottle.


Let me give you a few verses to ponder upon:


"Then Jesus said, 'Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.'"
(Matthew 11:28) NLT


"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
(John 16:33)


"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
(John 14:27)


"Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you."

(Psalms 116:7) 

"The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again."
(Proverbs 24:16)

"I can do everything through Him [Christ] Who gives me strength."

(Philippians 4:13) 

Now I think that I wouldn't want to lie in the casket anymore, now I need not envy the dead. Oo na, let them be. haha

It's because I already got my Rest, my Refuge and my Source of peace. 

Need I elaborate more? 

Thank You, Lord, for in You, I have rest.