12 more days for Christmas. :)

2 Macc 10: 7-8

"Therefore, carrying ivy wreathed wands and beautiful branches and  also  fronds of palm,

they offered hymns 

of Thanksgiving to Him

Who had given success to the 

purifying of His own holy place." 

     ~*~ 

I know it isn't Wednesday to technically call this a #VerseEveryWednesday post but I think I haven't done a post in a long time, so I guess it's okay? 

This verse was the first one I laid eyes on when I opened the Holy Bible and it touched me especially, because I've been struggling with the lent and I know that's how it is when you have to sacrifice something you like but it's my first time and it's pretty rough. 

And people keep forgetting that I'm lenting -or pretend to- and insist on offering me sweets every now and then because its general knowledge that I like chocolates. 

I do, yes. But not when I'm trying to give them up, and for Christ's sake, don't do this to anyone taking lent. It's a cruel, cruel thing to do. 

Beauty in verse

There's this book on WattPad that has me breathless with wonder. Absolutely. Literally. I've come to the conclusion that each and every one of you reading this (even if its only one of you) READ IT. 

F.A.I.T.H. 

By JoPRbooks. 

On WattPad. 

Read it. Vote for it. 

Quickly do, my sweetums.. And tell me about how breathless you got with it. 

Taking lent, anyone?

I am trying to take a 'lent' as they call it, on sweets. Sweets meaning, candy, chocolate, pastries anything that makes for dessert. It's harder than it seems, this sacrificing. 

5 days down, 20 more to go. It would have been worthwhile some, if I lost weight along the way too but the damn weighing machine seems to want to depress me for eternity. 

I made this band (some string) to wear around my right hand -to remind me of my lent- in case my body goes on autopilot and  reaches for something I shouldn't be having. Which is happening a lot. 

My mother said she heard me crying in the night, and when she asked me why I mumbled something along the lines of "The cakes calling me but I can't move"

I think I'll survive. I hope. If I do, I'll let you know. If I don't, I'll tell my mom to let you guys know. 

Okay, so for those of you in similar conditions as mine, darlings, let's do this together. 

So painful is this love that I can't keep,

Burning my skin though I haven't touched

Cutting through my heart, cutting so deep

Your knife and my love remain clutched

So painful it is to be loved. 

Forgive the crappy poetry, I'm suffering from aglycophobia.