Friday, August 31, 2007
Heyy ! back here again from what seems to be occasional visits of this good'ol blog of mine.. it sure has been a while.. my prelims just ended abt a week ago.. and have been pretty slack-ish this past few days.. got to more free time now, which is a good and bad thing.. on one had certain days I spend long hours with God.. on other days.. I tend to prioritise fun before God.. sorry abt that God...
Well.. I just had a wonderful quiet time abt an hour ago.. in fact... I felt led towards the end of my qt to come and blog and just to testify abt Him! haha.. so here we go...
Frenzy fills our lives because if we stop running, we may have to face an empty silence or a nagging voice from God. Many a times, we listen to the loud voices of the world saying, "prove that you are worth something; do something revelant, spectacular or powerful and then you will earn the love you so desire". If you find youself reluctant to enjoy God's presence in certain moments of life, that may be a signal that you have fears about whether God loves you. when we embrace our self-importance, it becomes clear that we want to be loved and valued. God's love tackles us, telling us that we can quit asking what we must do to be loved and valued because his answer is nothing. He already loves and values us deper and steadier than any human could.
-extracted and paraphrased from Jan Johnson's "Enjoying The Presence of God"
11:51 PM
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Paint The Town Red
You know I feel there's something 'bout to break now,
You know I feel there's a city here to take now.
And it's not so tough for these ordinary hands,
When we trust someone with extraordinary plans.
You know I feel this heart's about to break now,
Cos I can see what the devil's trying to take now.
We've got this leather backed book and a freedom cry,
And we're an army of God who are ready to die.
You give us hope where hope is gone,
You fill the streets with a holy song,
We're gonna paint this big old town red.
Oh, Here we come, here we come
Oh, Here we come, here we come
You know I feel this sky's about to break now.
You know I feel our city's gonna shake now.
And we hear you call every woman and man,
"Ring the mission bell" and storm the gates of hell.
Miracles run from street to street,
Rise up Church for a holy meet,
We're gonna paint this big old town red
We're gonna paint this big old town red
With the blood of Jesus!
Written by Delirious? ©2005 Curious? Music UK