love

Hey Sapphirites..have you guys been too busy to come online to post something here?
Heh heh...today I'm gonna put a bit of emphasis on how much God loves us...

Genesis 18:22-33
Abraham kept bargaining with God for the safety of righteous people, from 50 people to a mere 10. Imagine, if somebody kept asking you for more, would you give? God loved us, He still does, and He gives. Even when the number of people were less than 10, God still saved every member of Lot's family (Genesis 19:12), except those who didn't believe (Genesis 19:14).
As I was reading through this chapter, I also noticed something interesting. In Genesis 19:4-11, Lot was trying to get the men of Sodom off their backs. For that, he had to offer his two virgin daughters, and yet he was threatened. But just before the men were going to break down the door, the 2 angels of God pulled Lot in his house and blinded the men.

In a way, the same could be said about our trials. First, we attempt to defend God, or stay strong. Then everybody, or everything comes crashing down on us, and we must give up something very dear to us, in order to keep our relationship. Yet still, we are persecuted, and only at the last minute moment, does God intervene and save us. Sometimes that is all we have to do, to stay strong till the very end, in order to be saved.

So I urge you, Sapphirites, to be strong!

Besides that, if any of you are backsliding...

"Knowing that God loves us comes by faith;
feeling His love for us comes by relationship."
(quoted from ODB)

Have we been paying less attention to our relationship with God? It is just like OUR, sapphire relationship. Though we cannot see each other, we know that we love each other. And how do we feel it? By posting it through this blog. God has His 'blog' too, and you were commanded in camp to read it everyday. Always find time for God...because all His time is for you...and how great is Godly time compared to human time?

That is all I can stay for now..I pray for the Spirit to strengthen all of you...don't forget to keep on praying...prayer is strong...never forsake it...

question

sapphirites! attention!

how have you guys been? been doing QT? i hope none of you have crumbled into nothing.

but as for me, honestly, its been hard keeping faith.but with the help of God, anything is possible.

He is constantly placing miracles in our lives. have faith, stay strong, pray, and do QT...

hit me back and let me know (comments, so everyone can see) how you guys are doing ok?

God is amazing...

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May He will be remembered

As A Little Child...

We were the only family with children in the restaurant.

I sat my infant son Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there."

He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray.

His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin.

He wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment.

It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat; dirty, greasy and worn.

His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes.

His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.

His whiskers were too short to be called a beard

and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.

His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.

"Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.

I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"

Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there."

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man.

The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,

"Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo?

Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."

Nobody thought the old man was cute.

He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed.

We ate in silence;

all except for Erik,

who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum,

who in turn,

reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.

My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot.

The old man sat poised between me and the door.

"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,"

I prayed.

As I drew closer to the man,

I turned my back trying to Erik leaned over my arm,

reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position.
Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship. Erik in an act of total trust, love,

and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder.

The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes.

His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor -- gently, so gently,

cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.

No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck.

The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment,

and then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine.

He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed,

"I will," from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest -- unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain.

I received my baby,

and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.

With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car.

My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly,

and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."

I had just witnessed complete and unconditional love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment;

a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes.

I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.

I felt it was God asking -- "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?"

-- when He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,

"To enter the Kingdom of Heaven, we must become as little children."

vision?

dear sapphirites,

in broad daylight, i saw a vision.
whether it is a vision or imagination,
by me or by God,
that i leave you to translate.

in that place, i saw all of us. 11 sapphirites, and one God.
before us was a great oak table.
around us, four walls with amazingly huge windows,
with subdued heaven-like light shining through.

there were five chairs each on each side of the table.
and only one chair on each end.
God sat at one end of the table.
and anna sat at the other.

10 of us, were seated where we liked.
those who sat closest to God could enjoy His glory.
those who sat further from Him were dwindling in faith
but anna was seated directly facing God, confronting the truth.

now, the meaning of the vision came to me later...

the 11 chairs represent our faith in God
in every time, we would exchange seats with others.
some of us were reluctant to move, some of us were eager, some of us were forced.
now, those who sat nearest to God had the Spirit upon them.
some of us, were drifting away.
but eventually if we drifted away for too long, we would arrive at the end seat.
where we faced God directly.
and from there, we would move slowly towards him.
everybody had a turn in every seat.
the seats were numbered.
at one end (our end) the seat was numbered '1'
at one side, '2','3','4','5','6'
and finally, at our Father's end of the table,
'7'
the other side, '8','9','10','11','12'
every time we would change seats
time being an immeasurable word.

one day came, where we would not just sit at the table.
and on that one day, the position of where we sat did not matter longer.
suddenly, there was a banquet on the table.
and we dined together with our Father.
and the lights that shone through the windows were no longer subdued.
it was a heavenly place.

My Father is Real!

There is no way I'm gonna fight it
I'm gonna tell you how I feel
There is no reason to deny it
My God is real

Modern man has thought of ways
To deny my God today
They think they're so educated
They don't need Him
They write their theories to deny Him
But even they can't verify them
But I know that my God is living
Through the evidence He gave

Chorus:
He is real (He is)
I can see Him in the trees
I can see Him in the children
As they're playing in the leaves (in the leaves)
He is real (He is)
I can see Him in the stars
And if you will let Him in
He will live within your heart (in your heart)

It's very strange indeed
'Bout these educated men
With the reasoning God gave them
They turn away and deny Him
If they hold but just a portion
Of the intelligence they claim
They would cast aside all foolish pride
And bow down to praise His name

Chorus

What is this world coming to
They want us to believe
The complexities of life
They say by accident conceived
Don't ignore the One with power
Creation to achieve (I believe, I believe)
Open up your heart to Him
His blessings you'll receive (hey)

Chorus

Here's another song I grew up with, but I can't really say I knew the whole thing (Haiya when a little girl hear any song am hentam what words as long can masuk can d rite? I only get to recognise the chorus) So, I only realized the lyrics now.....and like, wow....The way they talk of science and modern mentality...

P/S: This may be one my lasts few posts cause I'm goin back Kedah 2mrw and I'm not encourage to go on9 anymore. So, Keep this blog goin u guys...I just found out how useful the net can be to shine for God. And this one to still knit us up together..esp me since I'm in the very super up NORTH region.....X(
Will miss u guys kay! Love Y'all!!!

JTJL

~Note 02~

There I saw her
Holding her hands up, her tiny hands...
Stretching it as far as it can go.....
Reaching out unto the beyonds and yet to reaching none
There I saw her
Staring deep into the stars of night
Though clouds may destroy her view
She'd rather be blind, than to leave this to her so real
There I saw her
Pursuing what she thought everyone saw
She smiled and storms came pouring over
She was cold but held on she did; a fool~
There I saw her
Laughing at her
The thunders roar, the window shattered
The lightning strike and blinded us all
There I saw her
Covered in glass
The beauty she was no more
But an ugly being
Fool she was! Fool I thought!
There I saw her
Dying slowly
My heart ached with laughter
What stupidity!
There I saw her...
There I saw her...
Green with envy....
For I awoke~
Her scars were there
Her hands still the same
But the clouds and pain had gone away
There I saw her
She turned to me
and smiled as her face was filled with joy
She held up the other hand
Her mother calls
And she smiled the more
But never did she leave
Never did she put her hands down
Only awaiting me...
''What have I been doing?''

JTJL

My beloved Sapphirites.. how has your QT been? Been keeping it up? Remember, consistency over length.

I've mentioned this before, but i'd like to stress again that QT is extremely important in our walk with God. Yes, we learn from sermons and sessions and speakers, but it is really through QT that our own personal growth occurs. Think about it. In a christian community, be it church or cf and all its sub-communities (prayer meetings, bible studies), everyone in that community receives the same sermons and lessons as everybody else. The difference in terms of one's spiritual life is determined by what goes on outside of that community- perhaps how the person applies what s/he has learned- which comes under the umbrella of what goes on in that person's personal walk with God- their quiet time. What happens during a person's quiet time (whether it's even there or not) is what sets him/her apart from the rest. It’s really where the relationship with God exists and occurs.

In short, ceteris paribus (all other factors being equal), which is usually the case, a person's spiritual growth is determined by their quiet time- time spent with God.

What if the day comes when Christians are no longer allowed to have church? What if sermons and speakers were banned? Sad it would be for the person who had no personal walk with God- that would be the end of his/her journey.

I began doing QT somewhere in form 1 or 2 when my eldest sister encouraged it, which was after I personally made a confession of faith at the end of standard 6. And come to think of it, I have no memories of any personal walk with God whatsoever before I started doing QT. Sure, I went to church and Sunday school, but whatever happened in church was left in church. The rest of the time, I just got on with my own life and did my own things. God wasn’t a part of my life.

It was only when I started doing QT that God began to permeate into the other areas of my life, because that’s really when the relationship began, and that’s where the relationship really exists. Because it is a daily thing, by doing QT, I’m bringing Him into my everyday life- from Monday to Sunday, from January to December. So He naturally becomes a part of every area of my life, and is no longer confined to just church. And this is how my spiritual being began growing.

Doing QT is practically communicating with Him daily, and He with us, and it is through these quiet times that we grow in our knowledge of Him as well as in our personal relationship with Him.

Have you had your dose of QT today?

Dreamy Holiday

There's some weird things happened to me lately. In these 2 days I've been having camping dreams. In fact its the dream about the very NSCFL camp we attend back in STM, Seremban. In the dream I was very happy to find myself back there I'm having more fun with my friends than what I did in real life(camp). In one of the dreams I was sitting with my school CF people at a table(the one we use to have meals in the canteen) with some few strangers and some of our group members inside the hall. The only members from our group that I see in the dream is Edwin and Raymond. We were listening to the officers who are giving a talk and then we have discussions and group activities. During the so-called "activity", we were fooling around laughing at each other.

And the another thing I dream about is about Dylan attending the next NSCFL camp. It was the first day of camp and I was in his dorm room and we were talking when Dylan's roommate arrive. He's a quite guy and he have a close resemblance looking face with Reuben. Or is it him? I don't remember that well though.

I can't much remember the details but I can tell that God is using these dreams to tell me to continue with the spiritual life I've practised in camp because I can tell that I'm going further and further away from it. Looks like I have to take some serious action about it.

Weird thing I did not dream of any girls from our group...LOL. Hey what bout you guys, I couldn't be the only one dreaming about camp since you guys miss it much more than I do. :D

awesome encounter

today, i had a really great face to face (in my face) talk, or rather, an arguement with God and..Satan. yes.

ok, since i dont have much time, i'll go on pretty fast, and anyway nobody likes to read long boring posts :P

so it all started when mum asked me to go for tennis. and for those who know me really well, u would knw that i get really emotional during sports, like every point was God's will, and every fail was my shortcoming. so i was like,

"dowanna go lar mum.."

but at last, got pushed into it, so ok, okok lar.the Spirit filled me with visions of..err..fun during tennis. so i was like, ok, i'll have fun, i WILL have fun! then in the car i slept...

and when i woke up i realized that, i'm pretty sensitive when i just wake up... so...

mom was bugging me to follow dad coz he already went out of the car, and he was free, bcz dad always played with his frens n din hv time for me. so, i was still sleepy..din wanna wake up.so i told mum i dowan.then she kept bugging, i got a lil annoyed, but i woke up n felt better.feeling kinda frustrated that i was forced into it, i saw dad fixing the tennis net n proceeded to help him.

after helping dad, he grabbed his raquet and played with me. in my family, its counted a privilege to even do something (interaction) with dad.soo..i din wanna waste this chance ma, and at the same time, i havent warm up, so i played very suckily with dad.n he was like advising and i was having that attitude "its not that i dunno, its i hvnt warm up"

dad got on my nerves for that short while.then he played with his frens. i was on my own to practice serving then.

thats when the fight began.i was serving VERY badly. (i mean, just last week, with the help of God, i could do like almost perfect serve) so,

sensitivity after waking up
frustration
regret that i was like that to dad
emotional during sports
+naturally, blaming it on God or myself
= DISASTER

so ofcz i was frustrated.and, i'll be honest here.i actually cursed God.and i cursed Satan too, for making me feel this way. ofcz, not forgetting, i cursed myself.

then i actually fought the evil inside me.but i din welcome the good, either.i was opposing all forces, and God knows thats bad. amazingly, i could still feel His smile upon me, and satan's snickering. i told satan, "stop tempting me, devil, and go back. i banish you...."

and it was gone.no, i'm not being hysterical/retarded.i really did that.the nagging voice to sin just stopped.and i could feel His presence, still welcoming me.

at that moment i felt so down, so broken.i already did something so evil.how could i go back to God? yet He still wanted me.. i told God..

"Lord, i am unworthy of Your presence..i do not deserve Your grace..please...leave me to death.."

but i kept feeling Him, urging me to come to Him, without a worry. then it made sense, because i was so unworthy and i owed such a big debt, i could only pay it off by showing even more love to Him. i was feeling kinda miserable. but, Lord reassured me that He was there.

before that, i was trying to reach job thru my cellphone to discuss tmr's tennis.but i couldnt get thru.msg oso never reply. so in my mind i was telling Him.."God..just to show that You're there..please let me talk to job.."

when i called, i was filled with doubt, but at the 3rd ring, he answered.

"eh, sorry, no credit just now."

wow.

then i could hear Him again. "go and try your serve again. I'll make sure it passes."

3 times in a row.pass, angled, and perfect serve. wow.

i wuz super speechless.then something in my mind resurfaced...

Proverbs 16:33
We may throw the dice, but the LORD determines how they fall.

maybe, just maybe, it said to me

"you can train all ur tennis strokes the way u want them, perfect anything, but God will determine how well u do."

and yes, have i mentioned that i'm really emotional during sports?

God bless.

Made in His Image, Work in the Image~

Here's a song I found on the net that have been a song in my heart since I was 3 years old.....
I lost it long ago d....But, it always makes me think although the lyrics maybe simple...

Chorus:
We were made in His image
Being formed by a perfect hand
At the dawn of creation
In His likeness He made man
When I'm down and weary is the time that I forget
How He came to make me like the best

There are people around me who don't know who they are
They were made in the image of the highest power
No one's told them good news that been made so clear
I must tell it now so every one can hear

Repeat Chorus

There are brothers around me who don't show who they are
They were made in the image of Jehovah God
They don't stop and think of what that really means
Being fashioned after Jesus the King of Kings

Bridge:
Made in His image
Made in His image
Made in the image of the best

The entire song has it's words and all la, But the one I coloured hit me most~

2.38 pm

I was just on YouTube listening to my 2nd fav hymn..when I read their comments
And one of them were really frustrated over the thought of God existing~
He challenged us saying that prayers are unanswered, and how smart was I to actually answer him to look around and see all the answered prayers~
he replied more to it then, and asked if somebody wished for war, poverty, sickness and abuse
It was a scary thing~
I know that if we were to be face to face...I could just give him a lifetime lecture....
But, how much would that just make him understand?
What have we been doing nowadays as Christians???
and there were many who replied him, but not one of them was understood by him, that's how important it is for us to learn to be humble and to know that these people are no diffrent from us, we are no diffrent from them, for they too were made in His image...

JTJL

Christmas to X'mas~ Gifts to Earnings~

I was just at KL and was shoppin, shoppin' and shoppin' till I got kinda irritated shoppin cause I wanted to linger at the bookstore longer....But I know that if I did...I may end up buying the entire fantasy section....
So....we walked, and walked and walked and walked and soon we went back after spending half aday walking.............
I was toothpaste tired.......
and then wanted to just sit back and relax and clear it all off when I saw an advertisement....
saying,
"Hadiah XMas percuma" (or sth like that...I din quite bother cause I anti the X)
And then....I was set thinking...
Those words really impacted me as in...
How the human world and souls have evolved from Christmas a time of giving to Xmas, a time of earning~~~~
And the true meaning of giving where the ad was definitely abusing the entire idea of Jesus Christ as a gift to us....
A gift now is in the form of nothing more but mere money, cash, $$$.....
When every1 forgotten what the greatest gift was....Why Christmas came...And why it is known as a time for giving~
God gave Jesus, as a gift for all our sins.....
Now humans have taken away Christ and smartly making it dunno wat sort of celebration that is called Xmas....Dunno what they are celebrating in the end...
Toohpaste to humans! And toothpaste to us for not being able to share what Christmas is really about!!
I'm still in thought la..But..I dunno bout others, but to think of how far the celebration of hapiness and joy has gone this far and, as far as where I'm at, Xmas was normally seen...I know I never thought of it till' now...

JTJL

my spiritual life so far..

hey guys.its me again.
theres usually nothing worth listening about myself, so i'm gonna shift the limelight to...

God.

yes, Him. He who brought us together. is He not worthy of all praise? =)
so how was your spiritual life after camp?

mine was pretty awesome.God gave many opportunities for me to work in Him. but somehow these few days, it died down.is it just me or Him? going back to the facts we learned, it couldnt be nothing. so it must have been me, or God was telling me to take a break.

turns out, listening to the Spirit is harder than it seems.sometimes, your subconscious mind just doesnt want to listen to it.and your conscious mind could care less. i urge you guys to stay alert to God's voice, carefully listening to that small, still voice.

alternately, you could just do s&s again.=) or quiet time.i hope sapphire's keeping up.dont forget the efforts we (or rather, God) put together to make this family whole.

God works miracles all around us...ask the Spirit to reveal that to you, and strengthen your faith if you are wavering. and whenever you feel lonely or down, or just plain lost in some conspiracy, remember that God is there...always...calling out to you. even as i write this, i can hear Him calling me to do quiet time..@_@ (i woke up late)

courage is required for God's works, faith is required to be with Him, and trust is required to see Him. Love...is required for me and you. and God has given us all of these.how are we to use them? or are we going to just throw/leave them away?

God bless...but remember to not be reckless, *reminds about roshan and the bottle situation*

ahaha.i wont have the last word, so once again,

GOD BLESS YOU GUYS!

My Day

Hi this is Siew Ming here :) .
There's nothing much to do after camp other than slacking @ home.I actually got a list of stuff I planned to do but I'm just to lazy =D What I do everyday includes attacking the computer, watch tv and play my guitar. Bored eh?
And I got to study(no I'm not joking) during this holiday after I flung my results in my last term exam. Let me warn you guys out there who are not Form Four YET - get ready to face the worst situation in your entire schooling days. Among the breakthroughs I made this year include :
1) Failing exam for 3 terms continuously
2) Get 2 hours of sleep during very busy days
3) Get loaded with no ending projects and homework from teachers

So with these achievements of mine I better get ready before its too late. Of cause la, this problem may only be worst-case-scenario for people in Selangor, but that does not mean you guys from other state is off the hook *evil laugh*

Maybe I shouldn't be so evil on my first post.
I take that back.
I am Siew Ming the EVIL and I will always be EVIL.


Why am I getting so evil?
I really should end the post now.

Ciaos.

Anna's little thoughts..

Before camp, i was rather afraid. Having become a volunteer for the past 2 years at NSCFL, the memories i brought back were all of fatigue and silence. Fatigue in the sense that, at the end of camp, i was DEAD TIRED. Silence in that the groups i got were pretty silent. They were alright, but silent. Response was lacking (as is frequently the case). And to the one who facilitates the group, silence brings panic, 'cause then we don't know what else to do or talk about or how to induce a response. And that makes me feel small. Incapable. Or to put it rather crudely, retarded.

So, yes. I was afraid.

Afraid that a discouraging history might repeat, and a discouragement at that point of time might be brutal for me and my ever-fluctuating self-esteem. And so i prayed- that it'd not be out of my own strength, but His. That it'd just be my body, but His movements. That i'd just be the vessel, and He the user. Not I, but Him. In summary, I surrendered. No doubt, i was still afraid. But there was a peace that i could rest in after i said that prayer.

Camp arrived, or rather we arrived at camp. I wasn't the least bit prepared. I've never met a number of the officers until then, and yet i was already supposed to be working with them. Rather daunting, i thought. And then, the part i was most afraid of- meeting the group i was to lead.

First meeting (introductory):- not bad.. they're all friendly and responsive.
Second meeting (1st reflection):- that was fun! I think this would turn out well :)
Third meeting (1st QT):- that went pretty well.
Fourth meeting onwards:- they're such a wonderful bunch! I couldn't have asked for a better group! =D
Last meeting:- sigh.. i'm really gonna miss them.. they're definately the best bunch i've ever had, and probably will ever have.

And so, here we are. Group Sapphire of NSCFL '08. Who knew that 6 days (5 for me) would have gotten us this far. And how could i have ever known that God would answer my prayers in the form of such wonderful individuals brought together to form this unbelievable group that i am now ever so thankful for.

I know that this could not have been a coincidence.

The One who created the whole universe, by His own hand, individually chose us- Anna, Joanna, Melodie, Siew Ming, Seraphina, Dylan, Edwin, Joyce, Raymond, Justin and Reuben- to form group Sapphire.

All praise and glory to God!

Challenges in many ways, The biggest challenge of all my days!

Just any ordinary day
with any ordinary laptop
and an ordinary view
and yet, the hills caught me into noting a brighter day ahead...
the droplets of the past rain rest my heart in the love of security from cold
what have God intend of me today??
Shall I do something I have never done?
What adventures by will can I go through today?
I pray, and I pray, oh yes did I pray...
let it be health, let it be joy, let it be peace and happiness for my love of God unto the soil of which I stand
Presence I ask, presence unto us all...
there I saw a little white star ahead....and how my heart rejoiced upon the joy that filled my heart...

Lunch time and how I thanked Him for such wonderful dishes...
Herbal soup, chicken and mushrooms.....
My favourites....let all that has been to be left in the past
I have lived a new...let me see anew!
but what lies ahead only I'm waiting...
eagerness to know how majestic His ways can be into leading me within his arms...
"Joyce, you can eat all
I don't want to keep it for later."
A blessing!!! I don't have to fight with any of my brothers!!
A green light on what I love...
Food, food, food, Oh have you all be mine unto such glorious circumstances into filling me as a human I am.
"I'm done. weeeeeehehe."
"Good, cause now tonight I can cook corn soup with veggies!"

. . . . . .

WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T-T
And there I cried for the day~~~~~~
Waaaaaaaaa.............
What sort of challenge!!!!!!!!! T-T
It's so unfair~~~~
Vege, vege, vege!!!!!!
A brighter day indeed~

P/S: Sapphirites, Anna's b'day...
What u all wanna do??? huhuhu

Wednesday for Edwin...

Life after camp sucks...haha..missing everyone...altho at first i jz thought it will not be fun...but at last i think i enjoyed the most..haha...Mm....today was kinda okay for me...Mm...haha..did lotz of house work today..due to the 2 weeks was not at home..haha...Finally ..i cleaned my room...haha...super duper dirty...haha....but i think it is worth it to clean...haha...I am talking rubbish here...haha....Yeah i finally got my new phone..haha..hmm..thank God nothing happen today...i hope i could let everything out of my mind...haha..the troubles and struggles i face...haha..FORGET IT..let it past...haha..oh ya..
****I am still using fwen's internet..haha...my home internet connection was down since the day i came back from camp...haiz....sianzz....cant on9 at home..hope i can on9 soon at home...haha...

Summarize ratings for today..
*****5 stars..haha..

~Note 01~

May my eyes be covered by shadows of darkness and guilt
But let not the loves of our heart fade for each of our souls
For if not to us can we share this
To no one else can we give it
Into glorifying our master
Let it start within us, till' the end of time

There by the hills I see blooming flowers of the day
And the death of beauty by night in darkness
enclosed was my heart with solemness and discouragement
for will never would I want to see a flower in my life to go through it
For all the beauty that I have known shall remain so
With the brightness of the Word

Clenching my fists upon me
I looked up as gazing into the empty skies of night
so dull and plain
there my heart thumped, achingly beating
into looking to no more sadness but glory
How much do I actually deserve this?
I have failed my Father
I have failed my Saviour
I have failed my Master
But so much have I not done only to see
Glorious wonders speculated in the means of my life
For not even was the world made too beautiful to resist
But I lived only by blessings
I have stars that shines every night
I have clouds that sheds me from the scorching sun
I have colours verifying day by day on the petals of my life
What more can I ask?
What more can I be sad of?
It's a new beginning
A beginning I'm willing to share
A beginning I'm willing to give
A beginning I want us all to know
May our lives be covered by darkness day after day
But let us remain by hearts into the realms of friendship and unto eternity

JTJL

Take My Son..

TAKE MY SON...

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified andgrieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."

The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift." The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100? $200?" Another voice shouted angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son? " Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son."I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "We have $10, who will bid $20?" announced the auctioneer."Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters." "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Goingonce, twice, Sold for $10.00.

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with thecollection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over." "What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inheritthe entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!"God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer,message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?" Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

The First Group Photo Ever..

Remember when we took this photo?

Remember It's kinda a value?

Think what we had discuss...

Everything God did..He has a purpose..

A Purpose for us to fulfil....

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Sapphire Rock On!!

Hey Sapphire...
Let us continue to shine 4 Him whenever we can...
Let not us forget what we had learned in camp yeah..
Let not Satan come into our lives wey..
Continue to trust and obey Him...
For him who made us know and understand what we did..
So let us Serve Him until the day He comes...
K??Haha...
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So that we may keep each other accountable of what we are doing...
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God Bless,
Edwin Tay...=)