my msm conversation with rebecca neo just now. and this is what she illustrated to me.
u know, everyday every single moment, satan is like stabbing ppl who dont know God. u imagine, stab stab stab. their lives are ruined u know, by sin. by evil desires.
like that image is really... unbearable for me. i cant stand ppl living like that. with satan trying to stab stab stab.
at that time i really felt this... PAIN in my heart. it was like a slice of God's pain when He sees people like that.
stab stab stab.
people, pause and think bout this for a moment.
my simple reason for not blogging: i was too lazy to do so!
it has been a well 20 days i've not posted. and now my fingers are itchy to start typing on the keyboard again. due to my well known "sickness" of short term memory, i've absolutely forgotten what i've done from the 5th to 12th of december.
HEROES 13-16th
my sixth camp! yet for each and every camp i have, i pray for God to renew my spirit, to let me recieve His word like a child and to a higher extent. i definetely do have my convictions, God definetely did spoke to me, but words are just words if i dont practice what i preach. So, im making a commitment to God this time as people close to my heart keep me accountable of my convictions. thankyou Jesus for your faithfulness in my life(:
MALAYSIA 16-20th
left campsite at 5am on the forth day and headed to malaysia with my family. it was not very enjoyable as i was down with flu and headache on the 2nd night there and the sickness lasted for 4 days, even as i reached my hometown. and as i was having flu in m'sia, the y-dancers are having a class with the hope Brisbane dancers! ahhh! But as i reminded myself of how important it is to spend quality time with my family members, i knew why God placed me in m'sia. and so i have to stop whining to God and get back on track.
SINGAPORE
i thank God for all those who fasted and prayed for the harvest on the 19th. 辛苦你们了！sorry for not being able to be there. for all of you who went down to the schools: good job!
throughout all these, one thing clear is that of the holy spirit's voice that kept me from flaring up, throwing my temper, keeping me sane, and pusing me gently to acknowledge that jesus is the giver of peace. (:
Letters From War
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She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summer's day
Found a letter from her son
In a war, far away
He spoke of the weather
And the friends that he'd made
Said, "I'd been thinking 'bout Dad
And the life that he had
That's why I'm here today"
Then at the end he said
"You are what I'm fighting for"
It was the first of his letters from war
She started writing
You're good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home, make it safe
She wrote every night as she prayed
And late in December
A day she'll not forget
Oh, her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read
It said, "I was up on a hill I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding
And that's when I saw him
He came back for me
And Though he was captured
A man set me free
And That man was your son
He asked me to write to you I told him I would, oh I swore
" It was the last of the letters from war
And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing and wrote every night just to say
You are good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home, make it safe
So, she kept writing each day
Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand He said,
"Mom, I'm following orders
From all of your letters And I've come home again"
He ran in to hold her,
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war
