2 Timothy 4:7
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

Job 5:17
Blessed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.

The rain may be falling and lightning fills the sky
But the sun is rising
God is on my side
The wind may blow around me and thunder may go boom
The clouds are disappearing
Your light is shining through
Never give up ‘cause He's always there
Never give up anytime, anywhere
Never give up ‘cause He's always there
Remember God is always by your side.

The song of today is "Never Give Up" by Hillsong Kids :D
Much as it sounds like "Don't Stop" by S Club Seven (it took me a while to recall), it contrastingly contains lofty truths in its artless words.

Current Kid's Church Song: Lean on You, Blessed, Never Gonna Stop Praising

While I'm supposed to be preparing for lecture in 3.5hours time, I'd rather be posting lyrics and singing aloud wherever I am now (you can guess, where else do nerds go?). Yet, Priority always goes to less fun but important things. Prudent living :D

So I conclude, starting today with "Never Give Up" is by far the best.

And how can I finally resist, photos from the mini-gathering at NUS FASS canteen, since xyuan is leaving to US. (Go ahead, make me cry.) Oh well.












PS: Dear God, thank You that You have not made me someone who thinks that everyone else or everything else is stupid. Thank You :D

Happy Nineteenth, JiaQi


I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,
But more than anything, more than anything,


My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.


I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.
But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,


This is my wish
I hope you know somebody loves you
May all your dreams stay big

(My Wish, Rascal Flatts)

death could not hold You down,
You are the Risen King,
seated in majesty.

Psalm 116:5-6
The LORD is gracious and righteous;
our God is full of compassion.
The LORD protects the simplehearted;
when I was in great need, He saved me.



I take comfort in the above verse, knowing the God hears and saves me. Barely having any time for myself (though partly to blame is my unworthy use of time) and falling so short of my own expectations- its times like this that God has to be real.

Lord,
Teach me to number my days aright,
that I may gain a heart of wisdom.
Thank You for sustaining me,
and I preserve my joy in You.
Amen.

Brian Moore, The Room:

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' -John 3:16

My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

Love is the reason behind everything God does,



You being in my is one way God has shown His love to me,
Definitely.



I am obliged by your consistent character-
Amiable, Fun-loving and Honest.



(Probably not the choiciest acronym,
Happy Birthday, my Dear Friend)

the enemy has been defeated
and death couldnt hold You down

Rev Mark Conner (CityLife Church, Melbourne Australia) was the speaker for this year's Festival of Praise. On the 2nd day of the event, he spoke aptly about "Growing Up, not Growing Old".







Growing up,
Taking the onus of your mind, will, emotions.
That accountable to God, people and yourself.

Frankly, I havent heard a sermon that speaks so much to my insecurities for a rotting long time. Whatever I heard today has definitely made an impact. But really, where it takes me from here is really my responsibility instead.

there must be more than this,
o Breath of God, come breathe within

too busy,
too tired,
and too brain-anorexic to blog.

essentially, life has been like a whirlwind.
shall i bother to explain,
it would be an economically inefficient consumption of time.
these words are synonymous to nothing actually. ah well.

anyway, just for the sake of content,
i was outbidded (and i completely know why).
in other words, either i graduate when i'm 40 or there's gotta be another way out.

all things pro temporeeeeeeeeeee.
i know the Father has a better plan.
with me, Lord?