Reflections.
There could perhaps be 101 things that I can blog about. I cease to want to define a intent for this blog. Perhaps, choleric, as I am, I need to see a purpose in the things I am doing. Yet, the melancholy sanguine me, in conflict, delights in the meaningless silly stuffs... I've been thinking alot lately about myself, my stuff.... things I like, why I like. I concluded that, there is no reason for me to like something, if I like it, I like it, to give a reason for everything nitty gritty that I fall insanely head over heels for, is too troublesome, cumbersome. Hence, when one asked me recently, why the sudden fascination over Chloe paddingtons, I've got no idea how or when, I just like it very much.
Saturday night, I had one of those lovely nights walking home, adoring him once again. I don't know why, but that is the road that I often travel to and fro, on different days, my heart sings a different tune. Saturday night, was a night of love and assurance, I was captivated by his beauty and held my his love. Held your love, is still my favourite song, it becomes my personal prayer. There is something about my maker, that nothing in this world can replace. Amazing night.
Sunday's CTM, I made a dilligent effort in taking now, Pastor Ben's sharing. Truth is, I'm not such an enthuasiatic note taker, not a very good one either. But that sharing, I took notes, and bold some points, for personal reference. I have perhaps seen another breakthrough in my own personal life.
"We are not created by accident"
That is one of the point that I bolded, an all encompassing sentence that all that we are doing and have done or even will be doing, will not be in vain. Each "wonderfully and fearfully created" is loved by his "everlasting love" and had their life planned by him. To have someone, who loves me so much planning my life for me, I am so much more secure. A friend once commented that at the rate that I'm commiting to church, I will not be able to embrace my hope and dreams in future, the way she said it is, I will have no future. What an ridiculous statement! What is hope and dreams without him? If we are not commited to him, we will be commited to something else, but what else, is really worth that kinda commitment besides our very own creator? If I'm unsure about anything, one thing that I'm sure is, my hopes and dreams is safe with him, for he knows me best, and he never fails. Never.
There could perhaps be 101 things that I can blog about. I cease to want to define a intent for this blog. Perhaps, choleric, as I am, I need to see a purpose in the things I am doing. Yet, the melancholy sanguine me, in conflict, delights in the meaningless silly stuffs... I've been thinking alot lately about myself, my stuff.... things I like, why I like. I concluded that, there is no reason for me to like something, if I like it, I like it, to give a reason for everything nitty gritty that I fall insanely head over heels for, is too troublesome, cumbersome. Hence, when one asked me recently, why the sudden fascination over Chloe paddingtons, I've got no idea how or when, I just like it very much.
Saturday night, I had one of those lovely nights walking home, adoring him once again. I don't know why, but that is the road that I often travel to and fro, on different days, my heart sings a different tune. Saturday night, was a night of love and assurance, I was captivated by his beauty and held my his love. Held your love, is still my favourite song, it becomes my personal prayer. There is something about my maker, that nothing in this world can replace. Amazing night.
Sunday's CTM, I made a dilligent effort in taking now, Pastor Ben's sharing. Truth is, I'm not such an enthuasiatic note taker, not a very good one either. But that sharing, I took notes, and bold some points, for personal reference. I have perhaps seen another breakthrough in my own personal life.
"We are not created by accident"
That is one of the point that I bolded, an all encompassing sentence that all that we are doing and have done or even will be doing, will not be in vain. Each "wonderfully and fearfully created" is loved by his "everlasting love" and had their life planned by him. To have someone, who loves me so much planning my life for me, I am so much more secure. A friend once commented that at the rate that I'm commiting to church, I will not be able to embrace my hope and dreams in future, the way she said it is, I will have no future. What an ridiculous statement! What is hope and dreams without him? If we are not commited to him, we will be commited to something else, but what else, is really worth that kinda commitment besides our very own creator? If I'm unsure about anything, one thing that I'm sure is, my hopes and dreams is safe with him, for he knows me best, and he never fails. Never.
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