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wat's up dude!?!?
ooi pple!!! wat's up?!?!?! *music min-stick-tongue-out-way of greeting.
chikili-bong-bong
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whahahaha. paul!!! it's all ur fault i'm talking like tat!!!
chikili-bong!! bong-chiki-bong-bong-niak-niak!!
wahahahaha.
this is damn fun.
tis is wat happens when u have been hard at work, n then given a break. u go nutz!! hmmmz...
boredom creates geniuses. anyone agrees?!?!
wahahahaha.
well, anyway, tis is my first 'official' day back at work after a long while. kind of 'lost' touch wif a lot of things happening. although my boss is still very nice to me, n i still enjoy looking at design magazines. i din know tat designing mags are SOOOO cool!!! woah!! i'm getting more n more design ideas for my future home. praise God.
k. now tat i'm truly alone. (my colleague was peeping over my shoulder just now.) let's get down to serious stuff.
camp.
yes, back to camp again. my whole mind has been abt camp n nothing else. e revelations. e sharing. e ministering. e OH SO SHIOK PRESENCE. *shivers...
just read e bible today, n read psalms 139. gosh, thou i've read tis psalms again n again, it still feels so fresh. His love, poured out again n again. n to know tat wherever we are, there He is. in good times n bad times(if there r supposed to be any) He is there wif us. n there's no place He wun go. to e depths of Sheol, He will follow us. remembered tat ronnie shared wif us tat Sheol is not just a name tat symbolises hell, but also tat it's a real place in Israel where they bury e dead. n tis psalm is written by David, most probably during e times when he was running form King Saul. if tat's true, then think abt tis... among all e dead corpses u see, amidst e pungent smell, aloft in e thoughts of death being all around u(n e GREAT possibility tat u might be joining them...) at e lowest point of his life, David still knew tat God was wif him. He still praised Him, He still worshipped Him. in his dire straits, he had hope. hope in a God. compare our circumstances wif david's. how can ours even come close?!?! we can have hope. lotz of it.
in fact, e bible calls us 'prisoners of hope.' i have been thinking abt tis term just before e camp n it has been stuck wif me tis few weeks. realli, we are prisoners of hope. in hope of a Father's thoughts abt us... thoughts of loving kindness n tender mercies. we are His beloveds, n in His love n grace, we can take heart, n smile, n praise n worship Him, cos we know He is here to deliver us. cos unlike david, we dun have a God. we have a Father, a Friend, a Companion, a Guide, a Saviour. :) comparing ourselves to David, he did not have Jesus, n even he said tat blessed is e man whom God does not impute his wrongdoings. hey, WE ARE THAT MAN. all of us. every single one of us who accepts Jesus as our Saviour, accepts His righteousness. accepts His grace for our mistakes, in exchange for His works of perfection. We are e Redeemed. amen??
hope u guys feel peace, cos tat's wat i'm feeling now. so much. *looks at e high pile of documents n paperwork...
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seriously. i am feeling peace. His work is complete, tat mine may be done as well. His life was hard n harsh, tat mine may be easy n light. light-burdened, light-hearted, Light-orientated.
:)
shalom beloveds of Christ.
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