Thirsty

I am thirsty for overwhelming refreshment from God's words.

Lies that bother me right now:
No one knows me. I am useless. It won't get much better.


Why do Christian go through "the cycle"? the spiritual cycle with up hills and valleys. Why can't we just plant our heart in truth we knew and know! God, help me to think straight. God, help me to realize I am already dead and I am living a new life. Help me to live only for you...

Diving into God's Will

Last Thursday, Colonel Steve Keith spoke.
He said, "It is a sin to include God in your plan." He repeated, "I say it again. It is a sin to include God in your plan." Then, he continued, "We must be IN God's plan."

Let us stop making a silly attempt to pull God, the almighty, the biggest and the greatest, into our little plans.

Rather, let us dive. Dive into His plan.

Discipline

"Easy! easy..!

Look. life is still beautiful.

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See? we've got time.

Everything depends on 

one's view of life.

Picture positive things.

take a breath and 

get some life, my friend!"

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"Many have ambitions which are never realized, goals which are never reached, aspirations for usefulness which are never fulfilled, visions which never materialize."

 - Richard S. Taylor in The Disciplined Life

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Hope is the best remedy for those who suffer adversaries in life at the moment. It provides a compelling vision that attracts weary bodies forward. However, undisciplined hope only blocks one's sight from the reality. 

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Resolution for the rest of 2010

live out these words

"I could not have worked harder."

Impossible?!

It was already impossible enough for God to love sinners. 

What can it be more impossible

for God ?

Someone says our lives are like flowers...

Someone says our lives are like flowers that quickly wilt away.

Don't these flowers look too beautiful and too fresh to be dried up by the next day? We, that are in the 10s or 20s or perhaps 30s, may think we will ever feel young and looking-good. But soon or later we would helplessly watch ourselves, losing the redolence of youth.

The end of the story from the flowers on a random street.