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Rice?

Sunday, 30 November 2008 . 19:12

Hey all,
the 2nd edition of Slum Survivor just ended. It was grand, totally, and I really admire my fellow slummers who didn't complain and endured the hunger and slumness to the max, even when houses fell and food was late!
As for me, I went home... again. This year i was sure I wouldn't get sick, and even when I did feel my stomach turning upside down, I thought positivly and I actually tried turning it the right way once again. To no success... :/ The thing is (i'm just zvogating a little here ok) i'm thinking about July, about the possibility of going to Kenya, for another experience of missionary work. I've been to Palermo before, and after that I've always dreamed of Kenya. But, the question is.. am I allergic to rice? If I am.. can i still go to kenya? the thought of not being able to go breaks me, and the knowledge of having quit slum survivor for the 2 time makes me so miserable, i almost feel like I failed. The very second I called my dad to come for me I burst into tears. To me, it was a moment of failure, a moment of weakness. I wanted to resist, i wanted to pull through... but I didn't manage. I spoke to God that night, sobbed my eyes out with Him, but although I'm leaving it in His hands everything is still hazy and confusing...

"I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” Philippians 4:12-13



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Desert Song

Wednesday, 26 November 2008 . 22:25



Verse 1:
This is my prayer in the desert
And all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides

Verse 2:
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames

Chorus:
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain

I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here

Verse 3:
And this is my prayer in the battle
And triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand

Bridge:
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship

Verse 4:
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be empited again
The seed I've recieved I will sow
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Dreams! :)
I'm in the midst of assignments and stress... so I listen to this song! :) Its the kind of time when frustration rules and everyone starts giving up when faced with deadlines and all sorts of other stressful things! so... despite all this... i dream! :)
Dream big dudes! Don't forget, anything is possible for God! :)

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it all makes sense to me...

Wednesday, 19 November 2008 . 16:49

This is a poem I wrote out lately after a lecture about empathy which emerged these feelings in me. I guess I was thinking about what different people feel in different situations.

Contradictions

I wish to be hugged and left alone
I want a warm heart as strong as stone
I want to forget and remember it all
I want to stand up yet I'm dying to fall
I want to break down and cry it all out
I'm scared to be silent and i'm scared to shout
I want to speak up yet don't want to be heard
I feel chained down and as free as a bird
I want to fly far but the past ties me down
Responsibilities keep my feet on the ground
Suspicions and fears keep me alert
But I know i've been loved long before birth
So why is it I feel alone and confused?
Why does each experience leave my heart bruised?
Is it lack of confidence? Fear to open up?
Fear that things might happen? Fear to get in touch?
I'm about to trip...
I'm losing my grip...


Then I found this poem online:

So high above the world I'm flying
the only breeze is an angel sighing
The warm glow of the sun shines down on me
as I drift ever closer to my destiny
Floating through these beams so bright,
I push myself to reach new heights
I don't know when, but someday soon,
I'll be there dancing on the stars, on the moon
On the ground I hear them cry
to get back on earth, and out of the sky
I'm not meant to touch the stars,
They're just too bright, and much too far
And just when I stop flying, start falling
I hear the voice of an angel calling
I listen well to her sweet sound,
saying, Fly on, and don't ever look down


Then I received an unexpected e-mail saying:

"No matter what “chains” you may feel like you are in today, remember, we serve a God who’s in the business of setting people free. Remember, He has equipped you with His power. He’s promised to walk with you all the days of your life. When doors look closed all around you, when your surroundings look limited, when you feel like you’re in chains, remember, God is still at work in your life. Keep your hopes up. Keep expecting. Keep believing. Pray for those opportunities to be opened to you. If you fall, get right back up and press forward with even greater determination to accomplish the dream that God has planted in your heart. The prayer of the righteous avails much, so keep praying because He promises to break the chains and open doors of opportunity in your life."


does it make sense to you too?
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Footprints - new version

Sunday, 16 November 2008 . 13:23

Imagine you and Jesus are walking down the road together.

For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns. For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling, His consistently.

You and Jesus are walking as true friends!

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus' are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are your smaller ones, you and Jesus are becoming one. This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change.

The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger. Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one. This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Gashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints. You are amazed and shocked. Your dream ends.

Now you pray: 'Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits. I was a new Christian; I was just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You.'

'That is correct.'

'And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learningto walk in Your steps, following You very closely.'

'Very good.. You have understood everything so far.'

'When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way.'

'Precisely.'

'So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first.'

There is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice.

'You didn't know? It was then that we danced!'

(taken from an e-mail)
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Slow Dance

Friday, 14 November 2008 . 01:19

SLOW DANCE - written by a kid in hospital

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
cause you never had time to call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.....Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over
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Unqualified!

Wednesday, 5 November 2008 . 17:55

Hey all! So I got this video from Ben's blog! I had already watched it before, but it passes on a message that we all seem to forget, me especially! Have a good look at it! :)

Thanks Ben for sharing!

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'I took your place'

Tuesday, 4 November 2008 . 11:02


One day, a man went to visit a church, He got there early, parked his car and got out. Another car pulled up near the driver got out and said, ' I always park there! You took my place!' The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat and sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated, 'That's my seat! You took my place!' The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing. After Sunday School, the visitor went into the sanctuary and sat down. Another member walked up to him and said, ' That's where I always sit! You took my place!' The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment, but still He said nothing. Later as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them, the visitor stood up, and his appearance began to change. Horrible scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet. Someone from the congregation noticed him and called out, 'What happened to you?' The visitor replied, as his hat became a crown of thorns, and a tear fell from his eye, 'I took your place.'
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Jesus

Sunday, 2 November 2008 . 09:07

sorry guys... i dont have much blogging time lately! But here is a small thought. An e-mail I received recently. xxx


IN CHEMISTRY... HE TURNED WATER TO WINE
IN BIOLOGY... HE WAS BORN WITHOUT THE NORMAL CONCEPTION.
IN PHYSICS... HE DISPROVED THE LAW OF GRAVITY WHEN HE ASCENDED INTO HEAVEN
IN ECONOMICS... HE DISPROVED THE LAW OF DIMINISHING RETURN BY FEEDING 5000 MEN (not...INCLUDING the WOMEN and CHILDREN) WITH TWO FISHES & 5 LOAVES OF BREAD;
IN MEDICINE... HE CURED THE SICK AND THE BLIND WITHOUT ADMINISTERING A SINGLE DOSE OF DRUGS
IN HISTORY... HE IS THE BEGINNING AND THE END;
IN GOVERNMENT... HE SAID THAT HE SHALL BE CALLED WONDERFUL COUNSELOR, PRINCE OF PEACE;
IN RELIGION... HE SAID NO ONE COMES TO THE FATHER EXCEPT THROUGH HIM;

WHO IS HE?
HE IS JESUS!

Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.
Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
He had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.

I feel honored to serve Him!
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