World of My Own

PRAYER

2008-02-29T19:58:00.000+08:00

Here's a message that will bring you chills. Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then just put it on a list and said, "I'll pray for them later?" Or has anyone ever called you and said, "I need you to pray for me, I have this need?"

Read the following story that was sent to me and may it change the way that you may think about prayer and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this. A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan....

"While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards. At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.'"

At this point in the sermon (that I was delivering in Michigan), one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here, and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"

The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26. This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in mysterious ways. If you ever hear such prodding, go along with it. Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell.

I encourage you to forward this to as many people as you know. If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world toward God once again. As the above true story clearly illustrates, "with God all things are possible" and more importantly, how God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful. After you read this, please pass it on and give God thanks for the beautiful gift of your faith, for the powerful gift of prayer, and for the many miracles He works in your own daily life ... and then pass it on. "Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth."

Science and Faith

2007-10-04T18:33:00.000+08:00

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.

He asks one of his new students to stand and.....

Prof: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof: Is God good?
Student: Sure.

Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.

Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
Student: (Student is silent.)

Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?
Student: No.

Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student: From...God...

Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?
Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil?
Student: (Student does not answer.)

Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student: Yes, sir.

Prof: So, who created them?
Student: (Student has no answer.)

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student: No , sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.

Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?

Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it?In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?

Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

Prof: (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize
where the argument is going.)

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a
preacher?

Prof: (The class is in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?

Prof: (The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

Prof: (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.

Student: That is it sir.. The link between man & God is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive.

Where is Heaven located?

2007-09-15T00:31:00.000+08:00

Any ideas?

While the Scriptures symbolically refer to heaven as being up and hell being down, all we know for sure is that heaven is a real place that is located in a different dimension of reality than the one in which we presently exist. In Acts 1:9 , for example, we read that Jesus "was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight."
Modern science has demonstrated that it would be possible for an almost endless number of "parallel worlds" to be around us without our being able to perceive them because of differences in their atomic structure. The Scripture contains clear evidence that there are a number of "dimensions" of reality. Recall, for example, the occasion when Jesus appeared to His disciples following His resurrection ( John 20:26-27 ). He passed through closed doors, yet He possessed a solid body, as evidenced by His challenge to Thomas to touch His hands and His side.

Information can be found at http://rbc.org/bible_study/answers_to_tough_questions/answers/30843.aspx
Thank you and Have a Pleasant Day! ^^

Authority, abused

2007-08-30T23:07:00.000+08:00

The very day after I returned home from camp.
I should have known that life wouldn't be easy for me.
It's the same four days before.
I really liked being out and not stay at home.
But I can't.
Chained down by huge locks.
Everyday is the same routine.
I see no difference living in jail and at home.
Imagine waking up everyday
with the same voice, words and actions going around you.
It is as though tomorrow will never come.

Five Finger Prayer

2007-07-31T21:36:00.000+08:00

1. Your thumb is nearest to you.

So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S. Lewis
once said, a "sweet duty."

2. The next finger is the pointing finger.

Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep them in your prayers.

3. The next finger is the tallest finger.

It reminds us of our leaders. Pray for the president, leaders in business and industry, and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need God's guidance.

4. The fourth finger is our ring finger.

Surprising to many is the fact, that this is our weakest finger; as any piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, in trouble or in pain. They need your prayers day and night. You cannot pray too much for them.

5. And lastly comes our little finger; the smallest finger of all.

Which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, "The least shall be the greatest among you." Your pinkie should remind you to pray for yourself.. By the time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will be put into proper perspective and you will be able to pray for yourself more effectively.

The Brick

2007-07-31T21:34:00.000+08:00

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!

He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed some kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?!!" Building up a head of steam he went on. "That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?!!"

"Please, mister, please. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."

Tears were dripping down the boys chin as he pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and God bless you," the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to his Jaguar... a long, slow walk. He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.

God whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes when you don't have time to listen, He has to throw "a brick" at you. It's your choice: Listen to the whisper--or wait for the brick.

Emergency Phone Numbers:

2007-07-25T21:44:00.000+08:00

When in sorrow, ............................ call John 14.

When men fail you, ........................ call Psalm 27.

If you want to be fruitful, ............... call John 15.

When you have sinned, ...................... call Psalm 51.

When you worry, ............................ call Mat.6:19-34.

When you are in danger, .................... call Psalm 91.

When God seems far away, ................... call Psalm 139.

When your faith needs stirring, .............call Hebrews 11.

When you are lonely and fearful, .......... call Psalm 23.

When you grow bitter and critical, ......... call I Cor.13.

For Paul's secret to happiness, ............ call Colos. 3:12-17.

For understanding of Christianity, ..........call II Cor.5:15-19.

When you feel down and out, ................ call Romans 8:31.

When you want peace and rest, .............. call Mat.11:25-30.

When the world seems bigger than God, ...... call Psalm 90.

When you want Christian assurance,...........call Romans 8:1-30.

When you leave home for labor or travel, ... call Psalm 121.

When your prayers grow narrow or selfish, .. call Psalm 67.

For a great invention/opportunity, ......... call Isaiah 55.

When you want courage for a task, .......... call Joshua 1.

For how to get along with fellow men, ...... call Romans 12.

When you think of investments and returns,.. call Mark 10.

If you are depressed, ...................... call Psalm 27.

If your pocketbook is empty, ................call Psalm 37.

If you are losing confidence in people, .... call I Cor.13.

If people seem unkind, ..................... call John 15.

If discouraged about your work, ............ call Psalm 126.

If you find the world growing small and yourself great...call Psalm 19.

Alternate numbers:

For dealing with fear, ..................... call Psalm 34:7.

For security, .............................. call Psalm 121:3.

For assurance, ............................. call Mark 8:35.

For reassurance, ........................... call Psalm 145:18.

All lines to Heaven are open 24 hours a day!

How to Forgive

2007-07-25T21:42:00.000+08:00

One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job.

His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him.

He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment and frustration.

Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oaktree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tearsin his eyes, he prayed:

"Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot. I don't know how. It is not fair Lord. I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray that you teach me to do this one thing I cannot do - Teach me To Forgive."

As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt.

He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them.

He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross. He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, a torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak.

"Have you ever told a lie?" He asked? The man answered - "yes, Lord."

"Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?" The man answered - " yes. Lord." And the man sobbed more and more.

"Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?" Jesus asked? And the man answered - "yes, Lord."

"Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain? " The man, crying now, answered - "yes, Lord."

As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever"? The man's crying became uncontrollable, for he could only answer - "yes, Lord."

Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder. He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before.

Jesus said, "I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you."

It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but when you look back in life, you realize how true this statement is. Read the following first line slowly and let it sink in.

If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it. Lord I love You and I need You, come into my heart, today. For without You I can do nothing .

The Lord's voice

2007-07-25T21:41:00.000+08:00

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to
people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.
He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?"
He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.~ ~~ But again,
the thought: Buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize
the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down
that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the
intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should
stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi
commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of
neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people
in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.
He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up,
they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he
should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go
to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a
crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for
something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some
noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?" The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.
Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying.
We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the
money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.

Priceless

2007-07-25T21:35:00.000+08:00

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, who would like this $20 bill? Hands started going up. He said, I am going to give this to one of you, but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple the bill up. He then asked, who still wants it? Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, what if I do this?

He dropped it on the ground, and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. Now, who still wants it? Still hands went into the air.

My friends, you all have learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it, because, it did not decrease in value. It was still worth 20 dollars.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that comes our way.
We feel that we are worthless. But, no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value, dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do, or who we know, but, by who we are.

Letter From Jesus

2007-07-23T22:28:00.000+08:00

"Did you think that I didn't hear you when you cried out to Me in your time of need? Truly, I did hear you. If I hear the final cry of every sparrow that falls in death, would I not hear you?
"Did you wonder if I was listening when you prayed to Me for an answer to the troubles that weighed you down? Indeed, I was listening. If I listen intently for the very heartbeat of every baby conceived in the womb, would I not listen when that child prays? I listened, and I remember precisely the instant that your heart took it's first beat; the moment that you took your first gasping breath upon leaving the security of your mother's womb; the contented sigh of relief at your first belly full of warm milk. And, though you've grown up, I still listen for every word spoken in My direction.

"Do you think that I don't know when problems come into your life? I know everything there is to know about you! Even the very hairs of your head are numbered! I've watched you daily, from those first tentative steps and groping words to your very first love; and I was there, cheering you on, though you never knew it.

"Did you think that I was unconcerned because you didn't receive an instantaneous answer to your prayer? My dear child, I am more concerned for you than you will ever know. If I were not, would I have sent my son to earth in the flesh and allowed your kind to mock Him, spit on Him, beat Him, and nail Him up on a cross for all to see? He gave His life for You! He poured out His very life's blood in order to pay a price for your life, and to set you free.! Would I have done that if I was unconcerned?

"Or did you accept the devil's lie that I didn't even exist? Can you really believe his lies when the very magnitude and complexity of the universe bears witness to the unquestionable fact that they are My handiwork? When everything that you can see and not see is a work of My perfection, delicately balanced and timed, from the spiraling galaxies to the spinning atoms? Is it possible to comprehend such an intricate work and say, "There is no God"?

"Take a good look at yourself!
You are the very epitome of My work!
You are My greatest creation!
A one-of-a-kind human being.
Of the seventy billion humans that have lived and walked this planet, there has been no other exactly like you. I created you perfect! I created you with a hundred million receptors in your eyes so that you could see the beauty around you; I created you with twenty-four thousand vibrating fibers in your inner ears to hear the softest whisper of the wind; I designed five hundred muscles, two hundred bones, and seven miles of nerve fibers, all wrapped in a renewable, nearly indestructible layer of skin and tissue. I gave you a heart that pulses hour after hour, day after day, thirty-six million beats a year, pumping blood through more than ninety-six thousand miles of veins and arteries to give your body life and keep it free of disease; and I gave you a brain that is the most complex organ in all of the universe, made up of one-hundred-trillion cells and crisscrossed with twenty-five billion nerve cells to help you retain the minutest memory; and I equipped your body with four million pain-sensitive structures, five hundred thousand touch detectors, and over two hundred thousand temperature detectors! And then, to top it all off, I gave you the ability to reason, to dream, to imagine, and to speak; things that no other of My creatures can do. And, as a final touch, after creating that magnificent body that you live in, I created the real you, the inner you, the spirit that I created in My likeness, and I breathed you into your body at the instant of birth. "And you were connected to Me then, but you never knew it. Deep inside of you you knew, because I planted that knowledge of Me there, but over the years you have allowed the things of the world to choke that knowledge out. In the beginning, however, you were perfect; My greatest creation; molded in My own image. Don't you find it really quite humorous, to think that some could adamantly believe that this all came about by chance or evolution?

Could such a masterpiece have come about simply by chance? "If you can see the truth in this, then how can you think that I didn't hear you?

"Behold, I am standing at your heart's door, knocking and asking entrance, but I will not force My will on you. Call to Me now and ask Me to come in; into your heart and your life. Call to Me, for I am listening and waiting even as you read this. I'm only a word away, and if you will invite Me in, I will come in and never will I leave you alone. Give Me your heart and your love and, as I live, saith the Lord, this day you shall be one with Me in Paradise."

Forever; Jesus

Prayer Power

2007-07-23T22:23:00.000+08:00

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.

As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby.

I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she continued by adding, "And while You are at it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she'll know that You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" ! I just did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything.
The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there?

The only way God could answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland.

I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived near the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.

Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried.

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of, the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."

Before they call, I will answer! Isaiah 65:24

Bad Day?

2007-07-22T21:33:00.000+08:00

Finally one posted about my day, my life. Anyway, today was super retarded and tiring and such a waste of my time. Why? I didn't play a single game, I didn't participate in anything other than the singing and I ate a $5 meal. That few hours simply was a ....... What happens on my way home...I shall not speak about it. Find out who's the other party involved and you'll know. Imagine searching through thousands of people just to find that one. HEH!

Singlish Time!!!

Reached home, do project...SIAN..CHIONG...SIAO...LUAN... (sian, rush, mad, mess) LOL..My bedroom simply turn into a slump after a few minutes I entered it. LALALALA!!! I'm SUPER tired.....tired....my bed is soo...unresistable. It's like 1.30am and HEND i've been slping at 11pm for the past two days. Broke record for this year worh. However, it's just like tick tack toe, unless you can get a three in a row, you will have the chance of losing. ^^ My sleeping time too... Throbbing headache. must be the horse in there. nvm, i'll get rid of it someday...maybe it's black beauty...LOL...

Seriously, my brain is sooooo not working. LOL :D

Life's Chores

2007-07-18T22:52:00.000+08:00

Monday
Wash Day
Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity, so I may serve You with perfect humility through the week ahead.

Tuesday
Ironing Day
Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others.

Wednesday
Mending Day
O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others.

Thursday
Cleaning Day
Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart.

Friday
Shopping Day
O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness for myself and all others in need of love.

Saturday
Cooking Day
Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it with clean, sweet bread of human kindness.

Sunday
The Lord's Day
O God, I have prepared my house for You. Please come into my heart so I may spend the day and the rest of my life in Your Presence.

The Lord's Prayer

2007-07-18T22:51:00.000+08:00

Our Father who art in Heaven. . . .

Yes?

Don't interrupt me. I'm praying. . . .

But you called Me.

Called you? I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in Heaven.

There, you did it again.

Did what?Called Me. You said, "Our Father who art in Heaven. . . " Here I am. What's on your mind?

But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like getting my duty done.

All right. Go on.

Hallowed be thy name.

Hold it. What do you mean by that?

By what?

By "Hallowed be thy name."

It means....it means....good grief, I don't know what it means. How should I know? It's just part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?

It means "honored," "Holy," "Wonderful."

Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what "Hallowed" meant before.

Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

Do you really mean that?

Sure, why not?

What are you going to do about it?

Doing? Nothing, I guess. I just think it would be neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there.

Have I got control of you?

Well, I go to church.

That isn't what I asked you. What about that habit of lust you have? And your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money... all on yourself. And what about the kinds of books you read?

Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those phonies at the church.

Excuse me....I thought you were praying for My will to be done. If that is to happen, it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it. Like you, for example.

Oh, all right! I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others.

So could I.

I haven't thought about it until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I'd like to, you know, be really free.

Good, now we're getting somewhere. We'll work together....you and I can have some victories that can truly be won. I'm proud of you.

Look Lord, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does.... Give us this day our daily bread.

You need to cut down on the bread too...You're overweight as it is.

Hey, wait a minute! What is this, "Criticize Me Day?" Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden You break in and remind me of all my hang-ups.

Praying is a dangerous thing. You could wind up changed you know. That's what I'm trying to get across to you. You called me, and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep on praying. I'm interested in the next part of your prayer..........................................Well, go on.

I'm scared to.

Scared? Of what?

I know what you'll say.

Try Me and see.

Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.

What about Mary?

See I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why she's told lies about me, cheated me out of money. She never paid back that debt she owes me. I've sworn to get even.

But your prayer......What about your prayer?

I didn't mean it.

Well, at least you're honest. But it's not much fun carrying the load of bitterness around inside is it?

No, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even. Boy, have I made some plans for ol' Mary! She'll wish she never did me any harm.

You won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. Think of how unhappy you are already. But I can change all that.

You can? How?

Forgive Mary. Then I'll forgive you. Then the hate and sin will be Mary's problem and not yours. You may lose the money, but you will settled your heart.

But Lord, I can't forgive Mary.

Then I can't forgive you.

Oh, you're right! You always are. And more than I want revenge on Mary, I want to be right with You. All right! I forgive her. Help her to find the right road in life, Lord. She's bound to be awfully miserable, now that I think about it. Some way, some how, show her the right way.

There now! How do you feel?

Hmmm....not bad. Not bad at all, In fact I feel pretty great. You know, I don't think I'll have to go to bed uptight tonight for the first time since I can't remember. Maybe I won't be so tired from now on because I'm not getting enough rest.

You're not through with your prayer.....Go on.

Oh, alright.....And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Good...good. I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted.

What do you mean by that?

Quit hanging around the wrong places, watching inappropriate movies and television, listening to sinful conversations; hanging around the places where Playboy and Playgirl are sold. Change some of your friendships. Some of your so-called friends are beginning to get to you. They'll have you completely involved in wrong things before long. Don't be fooled. They advertise they're having fun, but for you it would be ruin. Don't use me for an escape hatch.

I don't understand.

Sure you do. You've done it lots of times. You get caught in a bad situation, you get into trouble and then you come running to me. "Lord, help me out of this mess, and I promise you I'll never do it again." You remember some of those bargains you tried to make with me?

Yes, and I'm ashamed Lord. I really am.

Which bargains are you remembering?

Well, when the woman next door saw me backing away from the neighborhood bar. I'd told my husband I was going to the store. I remember telling you, "Lord don't let her tell my husband where I've been. I promise I'll be in church every Sunday."

She didn't tell your husband, but you didn't keep your promise, did you?

I'm sorry Lord, I really am. Up until now I thought if I just prayed the Lord's prayer everyday, then I could do what I liked. I didn't expect anything to happen like it did.

Go ahead. Finish your prayer.

Oh yes....For Thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory forever and forever. Amen.

Do you know what would bring me glory? What would make me really happy?

No, but I'd like to know. I want to please You. I can see what a mess I've made out of my life, and I can see how great it would be to really be one of Your followers.

You just answered the question.

I did?

Yes, the one thing that would being me glory is to have people like you truly love me.

And I can see that happening between us. Now that some of these old sins are exposed and out of the way, well, there's no telling what we can do together.

Lord, let's see what we can make of me, OK?

Yes, let's see......

And God Said No

2007-07-18T22:47:00.000+08:00

I asked God to take away my pride, and God said, "No".
He said it was not for Him to take away, but for me to give up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole, and God said, "No".
He said her spirit is whole, her body is only temporary.

I asked God to grand me patience, and God said, "No".
He said that patience is a by-product of tribulation, it isn't granted, it's earned.

I asked God to give me happiness, and God said, "No".
He said He gives blessings, happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me pain, and God said, "No".
He said, "Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow, and God said, "No".
He said I must grow on my own, but he would prune me to make me fruitful.

I asked God if He loved me, and God said, "Yes".
He gave me His only Son who died for me, and I will be in Heaven someday because I believe.

I asked God to help me love others, as much as He loves me.
And God said, "Ah, finally, you have the idea".

Don't give up.....

2007-07-16T22:47:00.000+08:00

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I asked, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me..."Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said."In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I wouldnot quit." He said."Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Comparedto the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.It had spent the five years growing roots. Those rootsmade it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He asked me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots". "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had adifferent Purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high" "How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return."As high as it can?" I questioned."Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. Never, Never, Never Give up.For the Christian Prayer is not an option but an opportunity.Don't tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is!

One of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering:

2007-07-16T22:26:00.000+08:00

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

Silence

2007-06-30T01:05:00.000+08:00

Whenever I speak, no one listens. No matter how hard I try to speak my mind, no one would be there to lend a ear. Major cliques, minor pairs. I'm odd. So, I don't speak. And when I go off silently, people start to scold me. Ticking me off. Yes, I'm a grouch. Everyone's a saint. I'm a Satan. I'm the devil. Monster. Everyone else are considered nice, caring etc.. I'm a devil, I know no nice things.

Right. Everyone cares about me, or perhaps, just my presence. Care care care. They are only words. How can I ever forget, everyone else loves to speak louder than actions, especially to me. Everyone else to everyone else, action and words are always there. They love each other. I'm odd. No wonder.

I'm the devil.
I'm the Satan.
I'm the monster.
I'm evil.
Fine.
I shall remain silent.

Since words do not affect them,

why not speak no more?

Since silence can hurt people more,
why not?
Since they can hurt me,
why can't I?
I want to hurt everyone.
Hurt them utterly.
We all need to share.
I have a whole load of hurt,
why not let me share them?
Painful, that's only the beginning.

I care,

no more.

Hiss

2007-06-16T17:27:00.000+08:00

My barrel is scraped
your hissing, choked-up scream
dissonates as sharp fork
tines on spent china
all my ventricles are speared
left dangling
from a metal tree
for cruel breezes
to examine clinically
whispering to the world
their expertise
wheezing sound judgements
which drop like jailers’ keys
on clanging ground.

That's all I have to say.
I am so disappointed.

Changing perspective?

2007-06-06T03:36:00.000+08:00

Maybe.
Still lost.
And what's worst? I'm confused.
He answered my prayers.
And I know I still need to work hard on certain stuff.
Maybe I was harsh a little.
Maybe I should reflect on what Pastor Koh said.
Confusion.
Can't fall into Satan's trap.
But I'm weak.
Can't help it.
It's just old habits.
Never mind.
You won't understand.

Proven Loser

2007-06-03T23:02:00.000+08:00

24% self-worth.
28% self esteem.
79% depression.
70/150 for emotional IQ test.

These tests may not be accurate but who cares.
I am low self esteem.
A truely sad and depressed person.
Nothing makes me happy.
Because my life is just stale.
Just like a stale bread.
Grey. Everything's grey.
Colours don't exist.
Not in my world.
Seriously, I hate myself.
I hate the mornings.
Waking up to get scolded.
I hate the nights.
Doing work to get scolded.
I hate the afternoons.
Too busy to eat and get scolded.
I hate my life.
And I will get scolded.
I AM FAKING MY LIFE.
EVERYTHING I DO IS TO PLEASE EVERYONE ELSE.
BUT ME.
I HAVE TO BE SUCCESSFUL.
I HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN OTHERS
I HAVE TO BE THIS, I HAVE TO BE THAT.
Begging to let me off.
Never.
Not unless I get casted into no man's island.
If I disappear from the surface of the earth, nobody would notice.
I AM SO NOT SURPRISE.

Darkness

2007-05-28T00:55:00.000+08:00

It's overruling my world again.
And, I shall leave it as it is.
People are pissing me off.
If you can't concern about others,
then don't bother trying.
Simply because, you will end up hurting others more.

Hate, my word of the current situation I am in.
Hate, will never leave me.
If love don't come, hate will rule over it.
My heart has been shattered, dead, gone.
My emotions, exist no more.

When I hear about cliques,
I felt anger, frustration, fury.
Hate cliques all my life.
I may seem happy in that whatsoever clique.
But seriously, I'm not.
Cliques, my definition,
are pairs coming together forming a group.
Odd numbers are where I will be left alone.
Cliques, what rubbish.

Friends, act of concern, yada yada yada.
Whatever.
They care. Right.
One minute, most likely.
One hour, maybe.
One day, don't think about it.
They say words of concern.
Like I will care.
Are they truly concern?
Like, NO.
All sorts of consultation.
Rubbish, nonsense.
They say they care.
I say they don't.
They say that's what I think.
I say what I think is true.
They shut up.
Right.
Half the time they get fucked worried about their life.
Half the time I get fucked worried about their lives as well.
Half the time I forgot about my life that it gets screwed, big time.
Who cares?
No one. Because their fucking life is more important.
That is truth.

I am one who no one can counsel at.
It's plain useless.
Why?
Because, I can't even counsel myself.
What good will you do?
Nothing.
So, make yourself scarce and leave me alone,
to die, and rot, and disappear forever.

THE END.

freedom, or NO freedom?

2007-05-19T01:42:00.000+08:00

Practically everywhere, my home, in school, in church, with friends, with families, with enemies, with dumbass, I AM SO CONTROLLED BY THEM. Hate them, dislike them.

Procrastinating. So what? Nothing comes out of it.

Life, or Death? Which has more freedom? Neither. I live between both.

Freedom. Everyone has it. Why not me? Why am I being controlled even by the slightest decision I make? I'm too young to make decisions? Or is it too immature? Is this some kind of constructive comments, made indirectly? Or is it just some critiques? I have to accept this controls, don't I? What if I don't?

Rejection. Neglection. You name it.

What am I currently being under controlled of?
-My sleeping time.
-My CCA
-My studies
-My project
-My money
-Money, I spent
-Food I eat
-My friends
-Models I make
-Pictures I draw
-The way I talk
-The way I behave
-The place I have to go
-My room
-My privacy
-MY LIFE

HATE THESE.HATE EVERYTHING.LOVE NOTHING.LIFE _____.
(fill in the blank, if you wish)

Ad: Are you relevant?
Me: No. Never.

All right. Goodbye. (Jumps). (Plops dead). From the seventh floor.

Lemons of Life

2007-05-01T17:29:00.000+08:00

As what my vocalist teacher said, "Humans are too clever, thus they have too much pride."
Too much pride to confess to the one you have head over heels with.
Why is it so tough to tell the person your feelings?
Is it because people now fear rejection?
Or is it they think they are not good enough for the one they loved?

It's just so sad that at many times, one could just stand aside and be happy for the other person.
Being able to secretly love someone, one may feel happy but yet lonely.
It's just like taste of sweet and sour.
The worst misery ever is to love someone, yet impossible to tell them.

I'm so tired of waiting and waiting.
It feels like my heart has died!
Anyway, it's good to have a solidified heart.
No pain.

All along, this may be only one sided, but why must you treat me so nice?
Why give wrong impressions?
The more I wish to give up on you, the nicer you treat me.
Yet, is this all just my longing?

1% sweet, 99% sour...
Would you tell me what's in your mind?

Complexity of the Mind

2007-04-22T23:34:00.000+08:00

"You are nobody until somebody loves you."
["You are no bunny until some bunny loves you."]
Do you agree? Why?
Actually, I was thinking isn't it good if one remains as a nobody.
You must be thinking why is being a nobody good?
Simple. You are NOBODY until somebody loves you.
So, if NOBODY is perfect then you must be perfect.
In other words, being unloved makes you perfect.
Is that a right way to state that?

The Beginning of a New Life

2007-04-10T22:46:00.000+08:00

About to spent three years in Singapore Polytechnic studying Interior Design, of which no one in my class is from my former school. Still, there is always a beginning of everything. There will always be once where the whole environment is new and everyone you are about to meet is new. It's just a matter of fact whether you get this experience in an earlier stage or a later one.

Pretty please to see that I'm getting along this new life of mine. Being not so sociable, it's often not an easy job to get around with others. It's just true that I have to make a deliberate effort to get to know others as what the Youth Fellowship leader had prayed for me. However, this is all just the beginning. As people get to know each other better, they will slowly discover every single dark spot hidden within you. It's just like everyone is wearing a mask fears what others see behind that mask. It's just like a masquerade. Everyone moves along to the beat of music. When it's time to dance salsa, no one would dance cha cha. Whoever does that will have fingers pointed at them. But still, no one knows who the real identity is in a masquerade. It's so unlike reality where you are exposed. Hence, everyone lived with fear. Fearing what others might see of them.

Although all this may sound complicated, well, it's just fact. Everyone just have to discover life slowly and to know better of the environment, the way people live. I'm not sure what my three years will be living like but I know with faith, even if I have to walk through this path alone, I will be able to do it.

No mans' land is my island

2007-03-26T23:47:00.000+08:00

Friends. How do you define them?
They are the ones that gave you the worst moments.
They are the ones that is never there when you need them.
They are the ones that irritate you.
They are the ones that is never concerned about your feelings.
They are the ones that will never pick up your calls.
They are the ones who turn their backs on you.
Are these people who you call friends?

This are the definitions of friend from dictionary.com
A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement.

However, it never seems to be what it is. My friends are never like that.
So, those people I've been wasting my time with, those people are not my friends then.
I'm so sick of all this in such a way that I don't feel like mixing with them anymore.
Such that, I don't even feel like going to church to see them.

"No mans' land is not an island."
Well, I disapprove to that statement. For I strongly believe that is the island for me.
Social life will lead to social disputes and many disputes will lead to hate if not cured.
I'm just so tired of my life.
How I wish I could be enclose in an area, with no friends, no family, nothing...

Pain, Plain

2007-01-26T21:26:00.000+08:00

Not physical but emotional pain, to see two people together, sharing their souls and learning to understand each other. Even so, just seeing someone you like, yet impossible to reach that person can cause emotional pain. Ever so often we get exposed to environment where we become left out, and soon enough, we get used to it. We get used to loneliness. It's not easy to find someone who thinks like you, and understands you. Maybe, it's all just of longing, of wish.

Sometimes, when you grow up a little older, a little wiser, you start to realise that what you thought it was suppose to be, was actually the opposite. It also takes a mature mind to keep changing the way one sees all this. To evaluate, analyse and to understand the situation, you need to be someone that is ready to take risk. Wrong evaluation, wrong analysis, and wrong understanding may lead to something far from what one has expected.

Life is just plain painfulness. What's more painful than feeling lost and off control in certain situation? Such situations where you can only stay aside and watch everything helplessly, simply because there is a lack of courage. With that, many opportunities just simply skip pass. Living my life with low self esteem and no courage, it's just plain painful.

A New Start

2007-01-03T21:04:00.000+08:00

A complete brand new start in a brand new school. Culture Shock. Must remain in a complete mindset of trying to be sociable, which is difficult. How?

Now, I must choose my subject combination. What should I choose? God, please show me your wisdom. Practically, I can't take any of the subjects. Actually, I can just choose from two out of twelve choices. Why? Simply because I failed A.maths.

Been very busy, running between two lives, school and church. Headache. The event planning has some flaws and I think we need to re-plan. Re-planning takes up a lot of time. *Screams!* *Scatters everywhere.*

I'm so tired with everything. Although it's the beginning of the year, I already feel like resting. *Laze around*

Since

2007-01-02T22:57:00.000+08:00

it's already a new year, 2007, guessed I'll better start a new blog. Just came back from SAC 2006 year end retreat recently, where I get to release my wildness by running around SAV. It's a retreat and a countdown. It's also where I get to understand a little more about other teens in my church. There are several happy moments where I really wish that it will never end, but I'm still wishing on it. So, it's a new year, one must have one's resolution, which consist of long term and short term.

Long term aspirations:

To stay fit and be fit.

And to continue to serve God.

And try to read God's word everyday.

To stay fit and be fit. How? Maybe I'll get myself into either track and field or health and fitness CCA. I need to lose weight. Since no one's there to join me, I'll have self determination and be on one man's land.

Continue to serve God. Taken up a few positions. Usher. Server in Offertory. Vocalist in Music Min (Prob). Asst Leader in Group. Lastly, a volunteer in an event planning. Hope that I'll consistently remember it's not for my own sake but for God.

Try to read God's word everyday. I'm just to lazy to quietly sit down and read and reflect. All this affects me largely with the fact that I'm going to be one of the leaders in a youth group.

This year is going to be stressful. So many things to complete, yet given so little time. There will be more socializing job to be done, in which I'm not good at. I'll be busier than ever with meetings every now and then. Of wish that things will be fine, this year.