when I'm back Home

I'd want to hear my Lord God say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant." I'd want my Daddy to cuddle my close to Him, in His arms, stroking my hair, saying, "Welcome home my baby girl. Go enjoy yourself inside." But right now, I don't know if He's saying to me right now, "I'm always here beside you, gently guiding you, quietly blessing you abundantly, pulling you off the edge of the cliff before you collapse. But whenever I try to talk to you, you'd just turn away and go listen to junk; whenever I wanna share with you something exciting, you choose to be enthusiastic over something else; whenever I try to feed you yummy stuff from my Kingdom, you'd indulge yourself in the gossips of this world; etc..." Lord, sometimes I wonder if I had let you down. I just don't know what to do so many times. I always tell people to let everything to You, but I can't do it. But when I can't take it anymore, I'd just throw and hurl everything in Your direction. Lord, why are you so patient with me? Lord! LORD!! LORD!!!! Jesus!! Lord! LOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDD!!!!!! Everyone who calls on Jesus' name will be saved. I am saved. Jesus saves. Jesus. Jesus. THE Name. May Your face shines upon me. Lord Jesus is my Lord and Saviour. Lord Jesus. Jesus Christ.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair?

I CAN'T WAIT!!!!

THE after-SPM plan.

Many people, especially aunties who wre trying to strike a conversation (which usually ends with one of us walking away after much awkwardness) with me, asks me, "What do you wanna do after SPM? Staying for form 6?" Then I'd always say that I'm thinking of taking Theatre, Music etc. But then I would add, "See what God has instore for me. That's gonna be the best.

I was thinking about this (and other stuff) during my addmaths tuition just now. Yeah, I wasn't concentrating. Haha. Anyways, I came out with many quotes, and this is one of them.

THEY SAY THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW OUR DREAMS.
THEY SAY THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW OUR HEARTS.
BUT JESUS SAY THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW HIM.
SO THAT HE CAN PICK US UP WHEN WE FALL,
TELL US WHEN WE'RE WRONG,
COMFORT US WHEN WE FAIL.
BECAUSE HE HAS MADE EVERYTHING RIGHT FOR US.
RIGHT THERE
ON THE OLD RUGGED CROSS.

Well, it isn't really a quote after all because when I was typing the original one, inspiration came, and lo, here it is!

Jesus wants us to follow Him, so that He protect us left, right, centre, from behind, in front, and ALL AROUND!
He's an omnipresent, omnipowerful and omniknowing God.
What have we to fear and worry anymore?

My life is made awesome by Jesus on the old rugged cross.

*smiles blissfully*

What's the Limit?

We see with shock, the "cruelty" of the natural cathestrophe on mankind.
We see with pity, the "cruelty" of the animal abusers on animals.
But,
Can we see the "cruelty" we, a human being lash of another human being?
What is it that, do we call the limit to cease this "cruelty"?
Is it insanity? Or death?
The Lord and His Truth as set us free.
But what have we bound ourselves, or another human being to?

Man's traditions,
Man's cultures,
Man's wisdom,
Man's social acceptance,
Man's rules and regulations,
Fearof man,
Even man's own defined, or rather quoted, Bible verses.
Man... Man... Man...
When would you stop your "cruelty" on each other?
Didn't the Bible says: "The letter (legalism) kills, but the Spirit gives life."?

Do you really want to go on until you see insanity or death of th victim to call it "enough"?
What is the limit to the "cruelty" of mankind on another mankind?
When will man pause to think,
Which is more important:
Keeping the "good thing to do" or "keeping the life and sanity to live"?

P/S
Don't we have the trust on each other that
if one has the "life",
he/she would like,
would love,
would by their own inclination,
to keep the "good thing to do"?

Sudden emptiness.

kills. But then hor, I'm actually not that empty one lo. Just that I think that I'm empty only ma. RIGHT??

Sorry. Joyce is kindda psycho now.

BYE.

RETREAT!!

Yep. That's exactly what I need to do.

My Jesus want me to make effort to REST in my Jesus.

My Jesus will take care of everything.

My Jesus does not want me to worry.

My Jesus does not want to go all out and getting hurt in the end.

My Jesus keeps on telling me to not worry.

My Jesus wants me to always talk to Him.

My Jesus wants me to always remember of His death FOR ME on the old rugged cross.

My Jesus loves me.

My Jesus wants the best for me.

My Jesus is my everything.

But things just keep on distracting me, losing focus from Him.

My Jesus, my Saviour. Lord, there is none like You.
Yes, indeed. I'm such a wrenched person, but you still love me like I'm the only person that mattered to You. Thank You because Your grace is so great.

I WANT TO HIDE IN YOUR FOTRESS.
JESUS HELP ME.