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no time better than His time

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 04:56:29 GMT

GOD 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).

mazes, races, spaces.

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 17:15:17 GMT

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?

Living it with You first, dear heavenly Father.

here we go! where?

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:36:15 GMT

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.

please-lah

Sat, 23 May 2009 05:10:46 GMT

One 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.

interestingly

Thu, 21 May 2009 01:04:49 GMT

In the course of completing Activity 11, I got distracted (oh, surprise).

Random.

thoughts

Sun, 17 May 2009 16:17:40 GMT

Its entering the eleventh week of classes. I don't care how strange it might sound to some, but only God watches over me in and out.
My conscience and my actions.
My going out and my coming in.
My strengths and my fears.
My past and my present.
Everything.
And more.
Only God.

He's no made-up, or even partially made-up kind of a figure or icon.
He's not one who is too far to reach. He's not partitioned off by walls, curtains, rituals or the likes.
He's here. He's overflowing -serious case here- with love.
Love, at its purest? At its deepest? At its highest?
I feel like saying that its like distilled water (haha!).

So, anyhow, I want to remember this..

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FOCUS ON THE TASK AT HAND
by Max Lucado

Life is tough enough as it is. It’s even tougher when we’re headed in the wrong direction.

One of the incredible abilities of Jesus was to stay on target. His life never got off track. Not once do we find him walking down the wrong side of the fairway. He had no money, no computers, no jets, no administrative assistants or staff; yet Jesus did what many of us fail to do. He kept his life on course.

As Jesus looked across the horizon of his future, he could see many targets. Many flags were flapping in the wind, each of which he could have pursued. He could have been a political revolutionary. He could have been a national leader. He could have been content to be a teacher and educate minds or to be a physician and heal bodies. But in the end he chose to be a Savior and save souls.

Anyone near Christ for any length of time heard it from Jesus himself. “The Son of Man came to find lost people and save them” (Luke 19:10). “The Son of Man did not come to be served. He came to serve others and to give his life as a ransom for many people” (Mark 10:45).

The heart of Christ was relentlessly focused on one task. The day he left the carpentry shop of Nazareth he had one ultimate aim—the cross of Calvary. He was so focused that his final words were, “It is finished” (John 19:30).

How could Jesus say he was finished? There were still the hungry to feed, the sick to heal, the untaught to instruct, and the unloved to love. How could he say he was finished? Simple. He had completed his designated task. His commission was fulfilled. The painter could set aside his brush, the sculptor lay down his chisel, the writer put away his pen. The job was done.

Wouldn’t you love to be able to say the same? Wouldn’t you love to look back on your life and know you had done what you were called to do?

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During times (though they weren't many), when people speak of things like, "How would you like your funeral to be like?" I thought of this crazy idea to write a little something about that somewhere for future reference for whoever who would have a hand or a say in organising my funeral.

Okay, maybe that wasn't very crazy. But I realised that after some time, I would have new experiences or come across something new or different. Then, I wouldn't want my funeral to be the way I wanted it to when I last written it down. This would mean that I would have to write it from time to time!

That led me to the next thing. You know how you read news in the papers where how a tiny bit of a strange thing happens on the day someone dies or get murdered? For example, this son would call back to his mom whom he hasn't really been contacting and suddenly he dies on that day in an accident.

So, if I decided to write something like that, then it would be quite a joke if that would be the last of me. Haha.

Well, honestly, I'm not exactly going to be the first to jump on the escalator up away from life on earth. I figured, there's a plan or Plan around (God-made), and I'm (still) on to it!

But.

Problem: forgetfulness.

Silly.

Solution: prayer.

What is more obvious?

I need to make more contact with my this-week prayer partner! Hehehe.
Apologies. Haven't been exactly proactive..

morningness-eveningness

Fri, 15 May 2009 07:39:33 GMT

Only if xanga has the boopee font :P

Anyway, I just felt like posting one of the several things that amused me in the past week or so. In fact, I found this link a laboratory slide. Click here. It is a Morningness-Eveningness Scale; i.e. are you a morning person or an evening person? Just 7 questions, check it out.

I'm neither type. *try not to place smiley-based expression*

cherries, love & grace

Sun, 10 May 2009 16:16:05 GMT

He's changing me, my precious Jesus
I'm not the same person that I used to be
Some times it's slow going
but there's a knowing
That one day perfect I will be

Little by little everyday
Little by little everyway
Jesus is changing me
Since I've made a turn about faith
I've been walking in His grace
Jesus is changing me

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If I were a butterfly,
I'd thank You Lord for giving me wings.
If I were a robin in a tree,
I'd thank You Lord that I could sing.
If I were a fish in the sea,
I'd wiggle my tail and I'd giggle with glee,
But I just thank You Father for making me, me.

For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile,
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child,
And I just thank you Father for making me, me.

If I were an elephant
I'd thank you Lord, by raising my trunk.
If I were a kangaroo,
You know I'd hop right up to you.
If I were an octopus,
I'd thank you Lord for my fine looks.
But I just thank you Father for making me, me.

If I were a wiggly worm,
I'd thank you Lord that I could squirm.
If I were a fuzzy, wuzzy bear,
I'd thank you Lord for my fuzzy, wuzzy hair.
If I were a crocodile,
I'd thank you Lord for my great smile.
But I just thank you Lord for making me, me.

precious, for Him

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 17:49:02 GMT

Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.

Proverbs 4:23

quick. and phew.

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 16:06:16 GMT

You alone are the real joy-giver

That, is very true.

You, the Lord, Father, and Friend.
alone.
are the real joy-giver.

I was pretty pleasantly surprised to step into CF today - while trying not to let the mental pant come out, not to mention the sniffling flu and dry throat-ness - to find open worship! Hehehehe..

Apart from having finished the major-est assignment I've probably ever had but feel the worst about... I feel lighter today. Hum.

It's not very nice to not being able to answer as frequently to this the way I'd like to:
So, when will you be done with stuff you have to do (and you know, then we can hang out. I.e. with nothing to do kind of hangout)? *wide smile*
Wah. I feel bad sometimes to feel that eager vibe (person might not be literally smilling like that). Not even nice to put my answer here :|
And mind you, that was not a hint to have anyone intentionally ask me that for the fun of it! I can read your voice and will not answer.. =_=

Anyway, I feel a little tired. Or more than a little. But. It's so different to actually feel *phew* and realise how peaceful peaceful is. I think, if the word peace(ful) doesn't come to my mind, I'm MOST likely.. not really at peace. Haha. Quick deduction, that was.

Good night, and take good care.