You thought of us before the world began to breathe
And you knew our names before we came to be
You saw the very day we’d fall away from you
And how desperately we need to be redeemed
Lord Jesus come lead us
We’re desperate for your touch
Oh Great and Mighty One, with one desire we come
That you would reign, that you would reign in us
We’re offering up our lives, a living sacrifice
That you would reign, that you would reign in us
Spirit of the Living God fall fresh again
Come search our hearts and purify our lives
We need your perfect love
We need your discipline
We’re lost unless you guide us with your light
"We love because he first loved us. If anyone says, "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother."
1 John 4:19-21
Father, help me abide your commandments.
You have to agree that you are less and that someone else is more to feel inferior. If you don’t agree, you can not possibly feel inferior. You might know something less, or you might be able to do something less, but you ARE unique and hence simply incomparable. Do not buy into being reduced to an object of comparison.
Amazing how the things that have been weighing in my heart all got lifted by God within the span of this day. The things I have been unsure about, the things that I’ve felt hurt over, got addressed one by one as I had the session of prayer walk. Equally amazing was how God answered my prayers and revealed how real He was close to that very instant, when I prayed to God to strip me of my self created identity and cloak me with His. The reminder to continuously seek my identity and sense of self worth through who I am in Christ, and to renew my mind with the truth that my acceptance, security and significance is in Christ alone. I thank you Lord for the opened doors, and I thank you for revealing your plans to me bit by bit.
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son"
How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measures, that He should give His only Son, and make a wretch His treasure. How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turns His face away, as wounds which mar the Chosen One, bring many sons to glory. That pain from losing.
Looking at the picture of their mum kneeling on the ground totally crushed in her mcdonalds attire, was terribly piercing. Mummy said in the car she didn’t dare to buy the newspaper because she was afraid of looking at the pain of the woman in the picture, but I felt I needed to. It was important to know the things that happen around the world, it’s important to know that while I’m laughing away with my family over dinner, some other family is broken and in need of prayer.
It’s painful to think how hard she has been working to bring up those two boys of hers. It’s painful to think how they were so young with such big futures ahead of them. It’s painful to think how in a few seconds, her world came crashing down. It’s painful to be reminded that reunion is coming, but those two seats would no longer be needed. But I don’t think any of that pain that I can imagine or that I feel, even make up a fraction of the pain those parents must be going through. If I lost a few tears from looking at this accident, how much more those experiencing it.
The most recent Sunday, pastor was talking about parents, and how much love they have for their children. How life changed from the sound of the first cry, how he thought he knew what love was until his son was born and he promised from that day on to love him no matter. I don’t think that’s the case for just pastor himself, but for most parents.
When younger, I used to be so frightened lying in bed imagining how life would be without my family, to the point of waking up with swollen eyes the next day. I remembered promising myself that I would tell them I love them every single day, because I didn’t want to leave room for regrets in case one day a freak accident happened. But growing up, I guess pride got the better of me, and I started feeling shy about being open with my love for them. No more love letters from me, no more hugs and kisses from me, no more goodnights. That will stop from now on. No more hard exterior and acting all grown up in that way, I’m going to remember to make them feel remembered.
And I pray that God would use me. As depressing as it may be to be opened up to the brokenness of the world, all I want to do is to lend that ear and that shoulder.
Learning: Changes in an individual’s behavior arising from experience.
I guess I have gotten too used to zooming down roads in the car, that I have missed out all the things that called for attention. I am thankful in a sense that nowadays I have to figure out my own way to school, either by syncing timings with mummy or choosing to take the longer route by legs. In the car,
I never realised that so many things needed praying for.
I never realised there was an old man with both legs amputated, selling tissue along the roads, while the whole world is too busy zooming pass him.
I never realised so many people just sitting by the roadside, with tired looks on their faces.
I never realised that walking and observing, the problems of the world seemed so much bigger than mine.
I never realised that all these while I was safely sheltered and hidden away in my fantasy land, but I am but the mere minority.
I never realised that I have completely missed out on all these things, when I’m driving at I don’t even know how many kilometers per hour.
And now I realised that many things needs praying for.
I realised that, I am but a minority.
I realised that, having been blessed, it’s time to be a blessing.