I think I understand something. It take more than just sun and rain to nuture a seedling.
A dose of patient is needed.
2 teaspoons of understanding.
3 bowls of fairness and no side-taking.
4 cups of love and concern.
and above all, timing is essential. The right mix and the right time.
Finally I understood how she felt. That proud me finally fell into the bottom pit.
Im lost. Confused. My belief all the while was wrong? How do I continue to believe that there is good in every heart. Having a compassion heart? my foot. I was too naive.
Belief torn. Dream broken. The mind afraid. The body alone. I dont know how to cope or handle anymore. Will I be able to pack and walk away? I think I could. Maybe I should. Im tired. Weary. I cannot see where this will leads to know.
People are leaving. Even from mouth of closed one, that one day they will pack go.
God im crying to you now. Im so limited. I .. I dont know what to do.
I cannot see the light. I cant breath. Im sinking into the bottom of the ocean.. ...
maybe I should be cold also.
2 weeks. Buzy with exams. Finally, back to service. The thirst was finally quench. I never want to be away from Him. This weekend service was empowering. A vision was seen. Confirmation came out of the pastor Phil Pringle's message. He spoke of things in my vision.
Feel so small when the world is so big. The vision that's huge yet im so limited.
Yet I understood my role. Im the vessel. Yet Im also a history maker.
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History Maker
Is it true today that when people pray
Cloudless skies will break
Kings and queens will shake
Yes it's true and I believe it
I'm living for you
Is it true today that when people pray
We'll see dead men rise
And the blind set free
Yes it's true and I believe it
I'm living for you
I'm gonna be a history maker in this land
I'm gonna be a speaker of truth to all mankind
I'm gonna stand, I'm gonna run
Into your arms, into your arms again
Into your arms, into your arms again
Well it's true today that when people stand
With the fire of God, and the truth in hand
We'll see miracles, we'll see angels sing
We'll see broken hearts making history
Yes it's true and I believe it
We're living for you
"What a queer planet!" he thought. "It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them . . . On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak . . ."
But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand, and rocks, and snow, the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the abodes of men.
"Good morning," he said.
He was standing before a garden, all a-bloom with roses.
"Good morning," said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
"Who are you?" he demanded, thunderstruck.
"We are roses," the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!
"She would be very much annoyed," he said to himself, "if she should see that . . . She would cough most dreadfully, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life--for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she would really allow herself to die. . ."
Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."
And he lay down in the grass and cried. 
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," the fox said.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean--'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"
"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."
"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Yes."
"Are there hunters on that planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please--tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . ."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . ."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
她的猫咪不见了……
幾米这本以猫为图画主题的书，诉说的是一个都会女子的失恋心情。恍惚、惆怅、寻找、失落……，在他诗意的笔下，这些情绪像温暖的潮水，缓慢却气势慑人地袭来。城市中的孤单和彷徨，幾米总是看的透彻。这会儿他进入一个同时失去恋人和宠物的女子心灵，把那种淡淡的哀伤刻画极深。
“猫咪哪里去了？”路灯上、树影中……
Faith is the substance of things not seen.
Totally illogical,
unintelligable,
hopeless and hopeful,
agonising at times...
but empowering at best.
Like standing on the edge of a cliff
and
looking
down
sensing
that you
are
falling
and will land
who knows where.
It's not God
that swims in the middle of confusion,
it's not His voice
that is drowning out clear thoughts.
Echos resonate through our minds,
voices of distress
pushing
and pulling you
in all directions,
testimonies of faith pull you back:
past victories arise to exhort,
their voices not as loud,
not fretful,
potent,
but flailing
in the
confusion.
You cry out in alarm
"how did this happen?"
"I don't want to be here."
"I thought all this was over!"
The pain rises,
ebbs
and fades with prayer.
Answers unseen
but coming... if you'll just hang in there.
This things is called faith,
not reason.
It is centred in God's faithfulness,
not logic, neither intelligence,
and it is the only thing in this universe
that will hold you together,
bonded in God's love
and with great prospects.
What you need to do is take a leap of faith... just jump.
Like baby birds, the mother will nudge even push the babies to jump off from a high place. Knowing that likely the babies will fall and crush to the ground. She still has to do it. The pain in her heart is worse than the pain inflect onto the babies. But she HAS to do it. Why? So that they can learn how to soar.
On the edge of the cliff, we often cried out. WHY? IS THIS THE END OF THE ROAD?
But we didnt realised that we just have to take a leap of faith. And we will be free.
Yes, in the process we will fall, we will get hurts. But all this cannot be compair to the moment when we spread our wings and soar.
Till then.
Matthew 5
33 "Again, you have heard that it was said to the people long ago, 'Do not break your oath, but keep the oaths you have made to the Lord.' 34 But I tell you, Do not swear at all: either by heaven, for it is God's throne; 35 or by the earth, for it is his footstool; or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the Great King. 36 And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black. 37 Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your 'No,' 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.
James 5 Patience in Suffering
7 Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord's coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop and how patient he is for the autumn and spring rains. 8 You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near. 9 Don't grumble against each other, brothers, or you will be judged. The Judge is standing at the door!
10 Brothers, as an example of patience in the face of suffering, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. 11 As you know, we consider blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job's perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.
12 Above all, my brothers, do not swear—not by heaven or by earth or by anything else. Let your "Yes" be yes, and your "No," no, or you will be condemned.
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be true to your heart.
Crossing Over Lyrics
I see the lights,
I see the road
I see everything in
the
highway code
I've been whipped
and
I've been spun cown
there ain't no religion
here
And I'm homeward bound
Wherever
you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to
the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my
guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
Friendships come
and lifetimes go
In their
passing to the
bigger show
The river runs,
the
tides will turn
If there's a hell,
well I've
yet to learn
Wherever you go,
wherever you
are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now
I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking
for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to
the other side
To dream the dream that's
over
before it's gone
To hold your lover here
while your heart beats so strong
Baby when I love you
when everything is gone
When I'm kissing heaven
this love is never wrong
Solo
I hear the singing,
I hear the shout
The talk of
meaning
for those in doubt
But amid all the wailing
and
the wringing hands
Everybody thinks
does
anyone understand?
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other
side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of
sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am
crossing over
to the other side
I am
crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting
for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
Cos I am crossing over
to the other
side
watching others in pain and felt helpless is worse than been in pain.
So much worse.
God help me. Guide me. What should I do?
As a man thinketh, He is.
Most of us may be strong in the physical body. We watch what we eat. We took time of to get involves in sports. And we are strong in the spirit. We listens to sermons, we read the bible, attends services and cell groups.
But we are weak in the soul aka the mind. We are often trapped in our own thoughts. and it goes round and round in an infinite loop. We felt lost and helpless. Because we trapped ourselves in it.
The VERY FIRST thing is to realise what you are doing. Or rather what you are thinking. STOP! Are u thinking what im thinking?
We need to train our soul to be strong. A thought could make us or break us. We can choose to be sad or to be happy. It lies in the mind.
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[ 6 reasons not to worry ]
If you could be sitting on a beach chair right now would you be able to enjoy it? Or would you be worrying about everything going on back home? Most of us can probably think of someone we know who believes that there is a verse in the Bible that reads, "Blessed be the worriers."
One of the character traits the maternal side of my family has passed down is the ability to worry, and to commit one's self to doing the job thoroughly.When I was young, I was determined I was going to stop this cycle of worrying; however, as time passes I have realized that the more one has, the more one has to lose. In my late teens, despite the fact that I thought I had a lot to worry about, the truth was, I didn't have many material possessions to lose, and I took health and family for granted. Hence, I am coming to recognize the reasoning behind my mother and grandmother expending so much energy in great concern for another's well being or one's situation.
Just because I am beginning to understand it, however, doesn't mean that it's right or that it's how God wants me to spend my time.Having a chronic illness gives us a long list of justified reasons to worry. We worry if we should take it easy today, and rest for tomorrow; or if we should do all we can today, in case tomorrow is worse. We throw out the dreams of trying to do it all, and concentrate on worrying about if we can do some of it. We worry when our body is falling apart. When we are in remission we worry it won't last. We worry about having children, raising our children, financial burdens, if we are a good spouse, how to keep a positive attitude, and we probably all have moments when we worry and wonder whether
God is listening to our prayers.For a moment lets try to put all those emotional worries aside and look at God's word logically.
He does hear our prayer and knows our worries, but He tells us our worries are in vain. He's already taken care of everything. Peter writes, "Turn all your anxiety over to God because He cares for you." (1 Peter 5:7). Easier said than done? If you need more than that, read on; here are six reasons not to worry.
1. He tells us not to worry. "Don't ever worry about tomorrow." (Matt. 6:34) He doesn't say, "I understand you're sick and you have some serious lab work coming up, so occasionally-on those days-worry about tomorrow." He says, "Don't ever..." Our Father is not making a suggestion, such as "You'll benefit by not worrying." He's giving us a commandment.
2. We have nothing to worry about! Paul assures us, "My God will richly fill your every need in a glorious way through Christ Jesus." (Phil. 4:19) Writing this from a jail cell, Paul was speaking from experience. God knows our needs better than we know our own needs. And He knows not only what we need today, but also what we will need in the future; He's already taken care of it. He promises to not only take care of our needs, but that he will fill our need in a glorious way.
3. Worry doesn't do any good! Jesus asks, "Who of you can add a single hour to his life by worrying? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?" (Luke 12:25,26). Jesus is calling us on our attitude and lack of control. Worrying does not add an hour to our life. If anything it probably takes a few hours off of our life.
4. We need to be soothed by God. David tells God, "When I worried about many things, your assuring words soothed my soul." (Psalm 94:19) Yes, regardless of how God-like we strive to be, it seems occasional worrying is a part of our human nature. The important thing is to not let it consume us. David took his worries to God, and God soothed him. Soothe means to calm or comfort with soft words. If you forget to talk to God in prayer about your worries, you aren't giving God the opportunity to soothe you.
5. Worry can control you. Worry can even consume you; when you are overwhelmed with this anxiety your focus is no longer on God. Rather, "Let Christ's peace control you. God has called you into this peace by bringing you into one body. Be thankful," (Col. 3:15). God tells us "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your request to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Jesus Christ." (Phil 4: 6,7). God knows that if you bring your burdens to him, he will make them light; but He allows us free choice to carry our own burdens. Learn the distinction between worry and prayer.
6. The troubles we are experiencing are temporary, even "light." "For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all." (2 Corinthians 4:17) To us the burdens feel heavy, but in God's eyes they are light.God cares about our worries but he knows that He is more powerful than any illness, financial worry, or other burden you may carry.
Sometimes we need to be reminded that He who knows the eternal life we will experience understands that our worries are insignificant. It is my hope that you are able to let go of at least a few worries this week and take them to our Father. It can be a constant struggle to let go of them, but through His loving kindness you can experience the worries lifted and the peace that passes all human understanding. Give God the chance to soothe your soul.
http://www.restministries.org/art-worry.htm
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"God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.”
As the quote goes, God didn't promise us days that are free from pain, sorrow and rain. Yet He promised that we will find strength and comfort in Him. His will light our path as we walk with him.
Half a year old baby Christian now. It's still appear to me that I have just enter the world of Christianity. Everything is soooo wonderful... yet the walk was never easy. So much barriers, so much burdens.
Its seems that God has planted certain person at certain time to guide me in this journey. The Christian walk. The path. Was never about the ending. Never about heaven. BUT. about the walk. the earthly journey.
Had a hair cut today, and my hair stylist was chatting with me.... the conversation soon turn to life-lessons.
She said: "Those who never make any mistake in their life, didnt grow at all... a single mistake will make them crush to the ground no matter how high they climbed. yet for those, who learnt thru their mistakes, their growth is exponential. They are equiped to deal with blows and changes. They know how to get up on their feet when they fall."
What wisdom she has spoke. Im weary and tired. Very tired..... sometimes I just feel like walking away. The legs is heavy. The heart is weary.
yet God reminded me that I MUST go thru all this. Its seems that visions and dreams that empowered me required more than what the present me could cope. A whole new transform is required. God hang a sign "TRAINING IN PROGRESS" on my neck.
Even a single goole search leads me to this quote:
“Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.”
The element of rain is required in my life to mix with the sun, to produce rainbow.
After reading [Facing every Mum's Fears] I have gain some insight to motherhood. I would strongly recommend this book.
We cannot image how much a mother face. How much fears and pain she has hold inside her. How much she has suffered under the hand of her children... ...
1) U will often heard a mum said this: "Everything is ok. Mum is here"
The superwoman mother. They have to smooth EVERY ostacles and barrier in their children life.
2) A mum fear for their child safety.
what happen if they get hurts? What happen if something happen to them? How am I going to life on? Why are they so not home yet? Are the friends bad companies?
3) A mum fear that the child will take up the her flaws.
when this fear 'concretise', the mum will turn hash on her child. For she fear they will follow her in her footstep.
4) A mum fear that she does not live up to her child expectation.
" I HATE U MUM", this 4 words can bring a mum to the brin of depression.
..... etc.
Only a mother will understand each other. Although father and mother may have similiar roles in parenting/raising the child. Netherless, their roles are nv the same and nv equal.
Motherhood is like walking on a high wire. U cling onto the balancing pole with you both hands....and u walk on the ultra THIN wire.... if u dont move... U going to fall... the only way for you to balance is to move on....
Up there, they are helpless. They do not have anyone to support them. Their only tool, is the pole. Yet, that long pole, has a weight to it... holding it for long, their arms soon grow tired. BUT, they cannot throw the pole away, for it is the only tool to guide them in balancing.
Not everyone know how to express their emotion. Or even to relate/express it correctly. Some keep them inside and it turns to frastratation. Some dont have the skills of communication, and the expression come out in the form of anger and words that hurts. In the end, they hurts themselves and their child.
Yet, often, the child never know how much a parent face. Till the day, they themselves has become parent. When they look back, finally they understood their mum behavior.
A father will never understand a mum fears. Just like a guy will never understand a gal mind. Really thanks God, for the insight the book has given me. And the 3 wonderful 'children' that I play motherhood on. What heavy burden a mum carried!
Today, I just wanted to pray for all the mothers out that. Let them feel the love of their children and their load will be lighten by the grace of the Lord. Amen.
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