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| no time better than His timeGOD IS CHEERING FOR YOU
by Max Lucado
If your God is Mighty enough to ignite the sun, could it be that He is mighty enough to light your path?
God is for you. Not “may be,” not “has been,” not “was,” not “would be,” but “God is!” He is for you. Today. At this hour. At this minute. As you read this sentence. No need to wait in line or come back tomorrow. He is with you. He could not be closer than he is at this second. His loyalty won’t increase if you are better nor lessen if you are worse. He is for you.
God is for you. Turn to the sidelines; that’s God cheering your run. Look past the finish line; that’s God applauding your steps. Listen for him in the bleachers, shouting your name. Too tired to continue? He’ll carry you. Too discouraged to fight? He’s picking you up. God is for you.
God is for you. Had he a calendar, your birthday would be circled. If he drove a car, your name would be on his bumper. If there’s a tree in heaven, he’s carved your name in the bark. We know he has a tattoo, and we know what it says. “I have written your name on my hand,” he declares (Isa. 49:16).
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| mazes, races, spaces.I think lately I'm figuring it out a little more.
So many things pass us by over time, I now feel almost amused at the thought of me asking myself, "Why am I doing all these?"
These things will not last. These people will not benefit from it in the long run. Things will not be maintained forever. Achievements and experiences are mere.. collections? Are so much like.. memories which would not really matter after they pass.
But the Lord, the Maker, is constant.
He is real.
And when a hundred things pass my sight, He can so easily fade into the background.
But I'm taking pauses. And I'm taking breaks in my steps.
And I'm beginning to see Him around more often.
The shinning bulb in the night sky, accompanied by sparkles of extremely faraway fiery explosions.
The breath of air taken in.
The peace that fills the spaces.
The hope that underlies it all.
The comfy covers of a bed.
The gift of solitariness.
The joy of having, and best of all, giving.
Ah. The assurance.
And somehow, the next best thing is to share.
That is to say, if I received something really awesome, for free, and I have so much extra to spare, what other logical thing is there to do but to share it with someone, or others whom I really care for?
Fear or self-consciousness coming in the way?
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| here we go! where?Its Week 13. How quickly it might seem, yet, for the first time in a while, I am not going fully or at all, I suppose, into saying how fast time flew by.
Many things passed, many people met, many meetings went (haha! Mine does not beat mr. President's, far from it!), many other things were missed out, too. Those things that were missed out, those things pull me back quite a bit at times. Mistakes, mistakes. Ah! But there they are and unchangeable. (sigh).
Yet, whenever I turn around, God is there. He knows, and He knows.
When all the many things run through my mind, all the question marks pop up and. And. Oh, the day and time goes on. Whatever was I thinking of?
I'm not dreaming. I'm calling for God.
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| please-lahOne day, someone has to open a drive-thru sandwich bar in Malaysia soon. Really.
And good sandwiches do not have to cost RM10 and more. Really.
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| interestinglyIn the course of completing Activity 11, I got distracted (oh, surprise).
Random.
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