Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight. - Proverbs 3:5-6

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Hmm.. *twiddles thumbs*

Don't waste your life..

Excerpt from Don't Waste Your Life:

I will tell you what a tragedy is. I will show you how to waste your life. Consider a story from the February 1998 edition of Reader’s Digest, which tells about a couple who “took early retirement from their jobs in the Northeast five years ago when he was 59 and she was 51. Now they live in Punta Gorda, Florida, where they cruise on their 30 foot trawler, play softball and collect shells.” At first, when I read it I thought it might be a joke. A spoof on the American Dream. But it wasn’t.

Tragically, this was the dream: Come to the end of your life—your one and only precious, God-given life—and let the last great work of your life, before you give an account to your Creator, be this: playing softball and collecting shells. Picture them before Christ at the great day of judgment: “Look, Lord. See my shells.” That is a tragedy. And people today are spending billions of dollars to persuade you to embrace that tragic dream. Over against that, I put my protest: Don’t buy it. Don’t waste your life.

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If you could spare some time, I ask that you listen to what John Piper has to say on 'how the supremacy of Christ creates radical Christian sacrifice'.

Some bits of what he said:

The world is not going to glorify Christ because they see that Christians are wealthy and healthy and prosperous. A very simple reason why- that's what they live for... They're not impressed with us, prosperous, wealthy, safe middle class, 'do what everyone else does' people.. Don't live your life like that, it'll be wasted.

Must I be carried to the skies?
On flowery beds of ease,?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

A continuous realization that the world is more broken than I perceive it to be. All the more a need for a Savior!


A continuous realization that I am more broken than I perceive myself to be. All the more a need for a Savior!

I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

comic relief..

Q: What did God need to have before he began his work of creation?
A: motivation

Q: What is the purpose of our lives?
A: to pay taxes

Q: Why did God create mankind last?
A: because if he created mankind first, they'd have no where to hang around till dry land was created.

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I kid you not, teenagers these days are cheeky and smart! I forsee a very interesting year ahead. =)

alang-alang menyeluk perkasam, biarlah sampai ke pangkal lengan..

Don't let me stop short.. not now, not ever..

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In for a penny, in for a pound.

Happy Valentines..

Who is this that looks down like the dawn,
Beautiful as the moon,
Bright as the sun,
Awesome as an army with banners?

You have captivated my heart,
You have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.

Set me as a seal upon your heart,
As a seal upon your arm,
For love is strong as death,
Jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can floods drown it.

-Excerpts from Songs of Solomon

Romantic much?

This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. -Ephesians 5:32

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Valentine's day- possible pagan origins nonwithstanding, it is a good reminder to be thinking of God's love.

Oh yes, he loves mankind. But he loves you too!

O how He loves us!

the story behind the song can be found here

And when He answers..

We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you. -2 Chronicles 20:12

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fearful but pleased =)

dear mr. snowman

O gentle drizzle falling slowly, softly to the ground,
Covering the empty streets in a cold blanket of white.
The wind now gently blowing,
Stirring and twirling the little white flakes.
They melt on my face as I exhale gusts of mist.
What a pretty sight if it weren’t altogether sad.

The weight of the world lay on my chest,
My limbs paralyzed, refusing to move.
The tears now forming icicles that droop from my face.
A single breath fogs up the windows,
Revealing hidden words of mourning and sorrow.

The snowflakes are falling, the icicles are forming,
But dear Mr. Snowman, you came too fast and went too soon.
No amount of tears will bring you back,
And no amount of tears can tell of my grief.
But winter will come again, and the snowflakes will fall.
I’ll put your crooked nose in place once again,
And wild berries for your wry smile.

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I wrote part of this two years ago when Markus went to be with the Lord, but never really got round to finishing it. In these two years, many things have changed, including the intensity of grief and sorrow that I once felt. In retrospect, I'm amazed how God heals the soul and comforts the broken hearted.