Saturday, July 11, 2009

Here I am at Your feet, in my brokenness complete

I don't know why, but I feel so broken.
But my Daddy God whispers to me, "You are in your brokenness complete."

Monday, July 6, 2009

I get excited over small things.

But thanks Mr B. Your rapport with children is simply magical. You inspire.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Harder, easier?

The Christian way is different: harder, and easier. Christ says "Give me All. I don't want so much of your time and so much of your money and so much of your work: I want You. I have not come to torment your natural self, but to kill it. No half-measures are any good. I don't want to cut off a branch here and a branch there, I want to have the whole tree down. I don't want to drill the tooth, or crown it, or stop it, but to have it out. Hand over the whole natural self, all the desires which you think innocent as well as the ones you think wicked--the whole outfit. I will give you a new self instead. In fact, I will give you Myself: my own will shall become yours."

- Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis

Pastor Prince mentioned in his book, "Destined to Reign" that some people reckon the Christian way of living is hard, when the actuality of it is that the Christian way of living is almost impossible. But with great relevance to the quote I've found above, we live not of our own works, but through God's way. Surrendering every fibre of our being to Him, and living because we know of our state of righteousness through Jesus Christ, not by what we should or what we can do.

So is it hard? Or is it easy?

We need to learn to rest fully in God's arms. To rest, to enrich ourselves with His presence. More of Him equals to more likeness of Christ in us. We need to remember we are fully righteous through Jesus Christ, to remember we are already made a new creation.

And something else...

I'm just amazed at the sudden influx of Godly wisdom given unto me the past few months. God's amazing, He truly is. I would never have read nor interpreted passages nor bibles so fervently with care and patience, would it not be for the Spirit of Wisdom imparted unto me. And I still crave for more. I crave more revelations each day, and with each revelation will come a new impartation of wisdom falling afresh on me.

I love Jesus. He's my everything.

My Jehovah Jireh, my El Shaddai, my Adonai, my Abba Father.

My Daddy God.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

My Manic and I


Morning was mocking was us, blood hit the sky.
I was just happy, my manic and I.
He couldn't see me, the sun was in his eyes.
And birds were singing to calm us down.

And I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend.
I don't believe in a fairy tale end.
I don't keep my head up, all of the time.
I find it dull when my hearts meets my mind.

And I hardly know you, I think I can tell..
These are the reasons I think that we're ill.
I hardly know you, i think I can tell..
These are the reasons I think that I'm ill.


So somehow through all these differences, I think I'm still drawn.

power.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous. Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us - it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give permission for other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Williamson

Thursday, July 2, 2009


And I think I'll want to be alone
So please understand if I dont answer the phone
I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls
Until I can see nothing at all
Only particles some fast some slow
All my eyes can see is all I know



Beautiful, just look at the kids. So happy, so pure and so innocent. Makes me want to cry.
Mr B, you're the best teacher.