This is really tickling me... 
Was actually blessed by my sister (real life one) with a contour pillow (good quality one) & also SKII "miracle water" last week. Seems like an improvement to quality of life eh?
But well... Sat i started to use the contour pillow & woke up with a bad headache & neck started to stiffen - which resulted in a visit to my TCM doc for a "ba-guan" & massage on my neck & shoulders. This is really funny cos supposedly it's to improve my sleep-quality leh.. but instead it gave me stiff neck & headache. Glad to report that the rest of my family is enjoying their contour pillows though. My mum commented I have salted-veg life. My mentor says I'm low-maintenance - good. 
Then SKII was slapped on my face for about 3 days, and i noticed I had pimples!! I mean, at this age, I do rejoice having pimples lor... hahahaha... cos it shows I'm still "qing chun" ("young" in mandarin). But well... it was definitely a reaction to SKII cos it was before I started on the heaty food with my foodies gang during the weekend just past. Too good for my simple skin eh? hahahah....
It just dawned on me that last Sun Ps LO preached on contentment & honestly, I wasn't really looking to these things to improve quality of life per se. But I have sorta recognised God's way of keeping me humble & most of all, simple - can't take too much rich foods (cos I put on extra kilos quickly), can't have too much entertainment (cos I'll be too distracted), etc.
I gladly submit to God's boundaries for me - cos it's kept me balanced & enjoying life max-ly.   It's been an inspiring time of prayer last night - during our church prayer meeting. The team really led well with electrifying praise & deep worship leading us to lay down our lives once again before God. This thing about obedience just kept ringing in my heart - when was the last time I CHOSE to obey God? Glad to say, just a few days ago. But something which God asked me about my mum's physical condition was : why HAVEN'T I asked Him to heal her? Recently just found out that my mum has liver cirrhosis - still pending results on the stage of the problem. Did the necessary thing of seeing the specialist, of going through more tests, reading up about it, etc. Last night, when Mike asked the church : who in the congregation has / family has chornic illness (long term), please stand so we can pray. God popped the question in my spirit. Don't know why, but sat there for the longest time pondering if I should stand... Duh right? hahah... Finally Germaine stood up beside me, I stood after her. Many around me thought I'm just standing with her cos I later laid hands to pray for her condition. But some who knew prayed for my mum - appreciate it guys!  I can see it from your caring gestures n empathetic eyes that I'm well-watched over.  This afternoon, as I was listening to one of Cindy Jacobs preaching during a break from work, she alluded to this : God is the great I AM, not the I WAS. He can do TODAY what has been done beyond 2000 yrs ago - and He wants to take care of His servants! What more can I say / do Lord? But to keep looking to You - but with a stirred-up heart to pray for mum's healing that she may recognise You one day as well!   This is to congrats my friend who has been dreaming, thinking, vision-ing... It is now taking steps towards growing this gift that God has given to her - being able to bring issues to life in drama. This is one of her public showcases as a director - The Mismatched Girl. Congrats Gemia!  Pix : Film-negative effect of myself. But it's blue - which is the skin colour of druids, with white shining eyes. ;) Maybe i'll look like this if I'm a druid in real life. kekeke....
Have been on this virtual character in an MMORPG & as I journeyed through leveling-up my character, something which I started out wanting to try out has not been what I actually am passionate about.
Feral Druid - Melee fighter in bear / cat form. Strong armour, with high stamina (a lot of health points) & high DPS (damage per second).
Resto Druid - more known as restoration druid, well-loved by other players cos is a healer & ressurector in battle parties.
I have been playing ranged attacks for the longest time I know, since I started playing RPG. Cos I like being able to attack from afar & not get badly hurt. But of course, the downside is that I usually have low HP (health points) & bad armour. This is part of the realistic limitations placed in RPG - which I reckon is pretty kewl. So in this recent addition to my gaming hobby, I decided to try a melee battler - where I fight from a close distance to the monsters.
I enjoy it - cos the DPS is relatively high. But at the same time, I discovered that I like the healing part whenever I am with a party. Am more concerned about keeping others alive in the party than killing the monsters. So I usually don't tank (the commando of the party with strong armour to charge at the monsters & fight at close range). I heal instead - though it can get a little boring at times, especially in a long party quest.
Got me thinking 2 nights ago when I was morphing back from my bear form cos I noticed 2 of my party has 1/2 HP & are quickly dying from close-range fight with a high-level monster. I was having fun attacking, but I realised I felt the responsibility to heal. And I WANT to heal / restore them to full HP so that they can continue fighting.
This incident has been on my mind since then - where I have developed a sensitivity to hurting souls & hearts over the years of God's leading different people across my path. Not that I have a lot of patience - sometimes I do hope they can snap out of it & move on with the good life ahead.  Nor do I have a lot of training in counseling. But I think I do hear God softly nudging me to put myself on a learning mode of process of healing from hurts - especially hurts inflicted from young (intentionally / unintentionally). Reading "The Alchemist" (Paulo Coelho) again, this time slowly, has reminded me that I need to acquire relevant knowledge that God can use that knowledge to be applied relevantly - which becomes wisdom.
Above all, don't forget to follow your Personal Legend through to its conclusion.
- King Melchizedek (The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho)
Found this assessment for Sacred Pathways taught during the Adults Camp & it's quite interesting... quite different from my original ball-park assessment of Activist-Naturalist pathway... But i think quite accurate nonetheless. Check out for your own Pathways : http://www.sacchurch.org/action-steps/sacred_pathways.htm
Sacred Pathways
Worship Style Assessment
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Cara -
Based on your responses to the Sacred Pathways Assessment, your temperament favors a Contemplative approach to worship. | | The information contained in this online assessment has been borrowed from the following book:
"Sacred Pathways" by Gary L. Thomas
© Copyright Zondervan Publishing, 2002
click here to purchase this and other books by Gary Thomas, from Amazon.com |
Summary of spiritual temperaments:
Intellectual - Loving God with the Mind:
These Christians live in the world of concepts. They may feel closest to God when they first understand something new about Him. | | | Contemplative - Loving God through Adoration:
These Christians seek to love God with the purest, deepest, and brightest love imaginable. They want nothing more than some privacy and quiet to gaze upon the face of their heavenly Lover and give all of themselves to God. | | | Enthusiast - Loving God with Mystery & Celebration:
Excitement and mystery in worship is the spiritual lifeblood of enthusiasts. They are inspired by joyful celebration; cheerleaders for God and the Christian life. They don't want to just know concepts, but to experience them, to feel them, and to be moved by them. They like to let go and experience God on the precipice of excitement and awe. | | | Caregiver - Loving God by Loving Others:
Caregivers serve God by serving others. They often claim to see Christ in the poor and needy, and their faith is built up by interacting with other people. Caring for others recharges a caregiver's batteries. | | | Activist - Loving God Through Confrontation:
These Christians define worship as standing against evil and calling sinners to repentance. They are energized more by interaction with others, even in conflict, than by being alone or in small groups. Activists are spiritually nourished through the battle. | | | Ascetic - Loving God in Solitude and Simplicity:
Ascetics want nothing more than to be left alone in prayer. Let there be nothing to distract them--no pictures, no loud music--and leave them alone to pray in silence and simplicity. | | | Traditionalist - Loving God Through Ritual and Symbol:
Traditionalists are fed by what are often termed the historic dimensions of faith: rituals, symbols, sacraments, and sacrifice. They tend to have a disciplined life of faith and have a need for ritual and structure. | | | Sensate - Loving God with the Senses:
Sensate Christians want to be lost in the awe, beauty, and splendor of God. They are drawn particularly to the liturgical, the majestic, the grand. They want to be filled with sights, sounds, and smells that overwhelm them. The five senses are God's most effective inroad to their hearts. | | | Naturalist - Loving God Out of Doors:
The naturalist seeks to leave the formal architecture and the padded pews to enter an entirely new "cathedral", a place that God himself has built: the out-of-doors. |
  : Worship You Alone (Planet Shakers) - this song got stuck after Gelene led it during CG 2 weeks ago...  : Stirring bliss in being kissed by God many times this week. Ok ok.. been ages since I blogged. Just too many things going on these past weeks with so many friends from around the world visiting - part of the exciting of my job & role in the Kingdom is getting to hear about exciting things God is doing in the rest of the world!
Back to the heading for this entry - I think some of us might have been so angry in our hearts that there is a certain amount of grief / hurt mixed in, that tears will flow. Have seen this in soaps & tragic family stories...
I've been angry before (what's new? hahah....) - mostly for reasons motivated by selfish reasons. There is also this thing when I'm angry with unjust situations that I observe around me - either in news or in close proximity. Most of the time, when it's within my ability to do something about it, I will stand up against the bully. Been like this since I was a kid - maybe cos when I was growing up, it's easy cos I was bigger than most my age. hahaah... So I usually get away with standing up for a weaker friend against the bully in school. hehehe..
But think there's this thing about being bullied / unjustly treated that gets on my nerves - myself and others' plight included. It just stirs up in me an anger, a sense of cara-must-do-something-to-right-the-injustice. Maybe it's the dream of being a heroine like Wonder Woman (minus the costume - yeeks! I don't mind the whip though.. hehhe) - fight for the underdogs, for the down-and-out, for the oppressed. Cara-saves-the-day kinda euphoria. hahah...
Tissue-grandma - in my previous blog - who sells tissues in front of TCC beside Centerpoint, Orchard Road, Singapore. The last I saw her (2 weeks ago), she was wheelchair-bound, and still selling tissue. That particular day, Saturday after taking care of Sonika while Stephanie (Hope Berlin) goes to Youth Service, I headed home. Passed by the grandma, prompted by the Spirit to give her a note & take 3 packets of tissue from her. As I neared her, I noticed this other young chap (mid-20s) who was talking to her softly & she was a looking a bit distraught & digging into her money stash. I was wondering maybe this guy was asking for change for what he gave her. But it soon became clear that this guy was asking tissue-grandma for money!! She was smart in that she gave him a 50-cents coin. I immediately went to the guy and stared at him - and told him to go away & don't take money from old people! I seriously don't think they are related or if there was any reason that the guy should take money from tissue-grandma. What really made my blood boil is this : this guy stared back at me & gave me that defiant "I-don't-think-there's-anything-wrong" look!
I asked tissue-grandma not to give him any more money and I handed her a note & asked her to keep in her pocket, while keeping my eye on that guy who was still loitering nearby... While leaving, I can see the guy still staring at me. Was half-expecting him to throw a punch at me - which I was preparing to block (kudos to my dad who sent me to Tae Kwon Do classes when I was 11).
While walking away, I thought about the situation, and asked God to protect tissue-grandma. And I thought there must be other situations like this - be it tissue-grandma / grandpa, or kids or women who don't have a clue how to / ability to fend for themselves... I fought back tears while talking to God walking towards Somerset MRT - God... there must be something done to protect these who can't protect themselves.
And God just whispered back : that's why I prompted you & others who will respond & stand in different ways for these who can't un-stuck themselves.
That moment, I sorta felt a portion of God's holy anger & grief against the messiness of human lives abusing human lives - a glimpse of how He would be cut in His heart when He sees the tears of the down-and-out, a glimpse of why He wants me to bring His justice to the ends of the earth...
(Website : http://www.nbc.com/Law_&_Order:_Special_Victims_Unit/)
 Been watching this series called Law & Order : SVU (Special Victims Unit) over the past year or so. Have a string of police-crime-busting-cum-solving series that I follow. Maybe it appeals to my desire to learn about criminal psychology - without going to school. Perhaps that's where I got some understanding of the complexity of human nature - how hineous we can get when we get out of hand. Tonight was particularly moved cos was watching this case concerning a 911 phone call by a 10 year old girl, Maria - asking for help. She was housed-in by a pedophile - who is a smart communications networks guy who has implanted a virus in the telco's OCDB systems so that the calls cannot be traced accurately by the police. And this sicko also told the little girl that the police won't believe her even if she called them - obviously he thinks that the police will think it's a prank caller after they discover that the tracing of the phone network hops from place to place. The SVU squad did at some point doubt the authenticity of the call & the girl. However, Detective Olivia Benson (Mariska Hargitay) who has been speaking to the girl for 2 hours didn't give up (applause for womanly instincts!!). Thank God the story ended sweetly - with the girl being found eventually, nearly buried alive in an empty plot of land near where she was kept for over 6 months. This causes unrest in my heart - the amount of injustice that is still going on out there. And it raises in me particularly this urgency to live life strongly & in a focused manner - so that I may be prepared to be used of God in the doors He will open for me in the burden He has placed in me. Opportunity comes to the prepared mind. - Charles T. Munger
 This thought always comes to mind whenever I pass by these old aunties & uncles selling tissue on the streets in the hot sun, etc : there must be something I personally can do to help these ones live a better life. But of course, my definition of better can be skewed towards my personal perspective - just as the "civilised" westerners going into the untouched jungles to make the tribal "uncivilised" wear shirts & pants. Seen the faux-pas of this mentality & not endeavouring to repeat that. Just wanting to respond to this ache in my heart (which I reckon is possibly God's ache as well) whenever I pass by these old folkies - usually I will give a larger note & take 3 packets of tissue from them. But there is always this dissatisfaction in my heart : there must be something more long-term we, the young & energetic, can do for them?
Two conditions I've thought about in wanting to come up with something practical & long-term :
1. They need to continue working - gives them sense of dignity & also to keep them occupied in their sunset years.
2. Selling tissue - don't think makes ends meet (correct me if i'm wrong).
Perhaps it'll be good to chat with them & see what can be done. Perhaps one of us could come up with some brilliant ideas how to help - comments are coveted on this blog! Keep them coming! "Then the King will say,
'I'm telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to
someone overlooked or ignored, that was me - you did it to me.'" (Matthew 25:40, MSG)
Your Brain is Blue
Of all the brain types, yours is the most mellow.
You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles.
Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are.
You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life.
Colour of Your Brain?
 Quite funny cos this Valentine's Day whizzed past without much of the "air" getting into me... I think cos I was simply too busy following-up & preparing for some upcoming things. Today, I was just had a startling thought - I've never spent Valentine's Day recounting & just resting in Jesus' love for me. I decided - before my singlehood comes to a halt should God wills it, I want to live it up - spend the next Valentine's with God as a single. ;) Something that I will never experience anymore as a single once the marital status changes, yah? The thought was triggered by this banner I saw displayed outside Orchard Presbyterian : "Love is NOT in the air, but on the cross!" wow... that's pretty kewl really! Maybe it's an age-thing or the busy-ness thing - but man... it sure focused me on something which I have not celebrated deliberately with the Lover of my heart! But I must say I was a little disappointed when I read on Asiaone.com about these 4 eligible "bachelors" who are actually supposedly single - but I can see that they don't seem to be totally comfortable or living it up per se... Cos they do prefer to be attached. Quoting a phrase by one of the writers : We're not proud of our singlehood, but we certainly shouldn't feel ashamed either. For the records : I AM A PROUD SINGLE! Proud of the fact that I'm independent, able to take care of myself, learning to see how I can do better as an individual for people around me, learning how to handle my thoughts / emotions, learning to relate freely within wise boundaries with people around me, having intimate friends who pact to keep watch over me... Most of all I want to MAX-UP my years as a single - cos I know the minutes that just passed will never come back. Enjoy it to the max, enjoy God to the max, enjoy people to the max, enjoy situations to the max as a single.
 : Friends (Michael W. Smith) : Simply loved... Well... I just gotta blog this. I am reminded once again - that I am walking this leg of my life with a bunch of friends whom I appreciate so much... actually overwhelmed by their show of affection on my birthday.  A little pai seh... cos am not used to this much attention personally... really lah.. am shy (believe ok! )!!
Timely... as I re-read the cards & the affirmations & the things which have been written & the gifts that has been given (really pleasantly surprised by the gifts!) - Friends by Michael W. Smith came on. Eyes getting a little misty cos it's as what Michael W. Smith says : A lifetime's not too long to live as friends.
It's true, I have this lifetime - perhaps some for this leg of my lifetime, some for a long time to come, but definitely, we can chat for eternity when we get to the "other side"... ;)
My mentor was asking me what would make a meaningful celebration for me this year - I was unsure actually. But i think, with the advancement of years (heheh.... though I'll always be behind some of us.. :P), the parties have lost its appeal, the loud hoo-has is a definite no-no... And boy! Am I glad my dear friends didn't choose to sabo me this round... though KL sez I won't get away so easy next year... haiz... A sign for me to move out of Singapore soon? hahaha...
I have realised, through these few days of recounting my birthday celebs & spending some time with a few close friends who bought me yummy meals, some I have had to rain-check till after my work commitments, quality time is definitely one of my predom. love-lang. Even if it means just catching up over a few hours after a few months, it does something to my heart - that I am reminded that I am loved. In fact, much loved - as four of my pseudo-mentors kept reminding me in a birthday card & again in over smses - that I am much loved, by God & them. Thanks PJ & Claud, Pat & Ps LO.
 Of course, the hatch-day ended with a surprise birthday celeb by my family - so sweet... all of them waited up for me to just sing a birthday song so that I could blow out the cake - where my bro took Bert, while I kept the Ernie figurine. hehe... Weiling has this knack for describing how God loves me : she wished me happy birthday & said God must be recounting the moments since I'm a kid till now... One of those kisses that Daddy's laid on me... once again... to remind me that I am simply loved.
 Just about 3 weeks ago, was supposed to be rushing home for an important appointment, but the bus was stopped at nearly every conceivable traffic light junction there is along the way... Was giggling to myself by the time I got to the last traffic light before my stop - quite funny because had noticed that I was just sitting there, enjoying the ride & not even having any sense of being rushed / irked cos the bus driver could've gone faster & beat the green-turning-amber lights.... The bus eventually took me to where I needed to alight... A week later, I was reading John Ortberg's "If you want to walk on water, you gotta get out of the Boat" (phew... that was quite a mouthful for a book title! I'll just call it the "Boat Book"), and there was this phrase that spoke exactly what the traffic lights were alluding. Double espresso followers of a decaf Sovereign.
In waiting for the promises of God to be fulfilled - for a family member to come to know God, for a dream to become reality, for the fruit of your labour (sometimes literally for mums-to-be! haha) & sowing to be finally reaped... - many a times I do wonder if I'll ever get there, if I'll live to see the impact of what I'm doing day by day, if I'll finally get to taste the fruit of my patient "sitting-around" with God.
Ha! "Sitting-around" - waiting it seems to me, in the past as passivity, bo-bian (Hokkien, meaning "no choice"), stuck. Over the last year, I realised the beauty of waiting - of pausing, of refraining, of being "passive", of "sitting-around". My mentor commented that in waiting patiently, it goes against the grain of what everything in the world is shouting loud : "Go for it! God helps those who helps themselves! You've gotta fight for it! You'll lose out - miss this chance, it's gone!" In "sitting-around", on the surface it seems I've resorted to being que-sera-sera about things - willingly taking whatever comes, resigned to fate.
The conclusion of the matter, which I've been broiling in my spirit over the past year, and as I chatted with my mentor, is this : that we're not resigned / passive by waiting. In fact, the amount of processing that goes through my heart, spirit & mind is massive - in working through impatient thoughts, impulses, wondering (which becomes wandering sometimes), doubts (mainly about God's goodness & if I'm good enough to be blessed by God), "Is this a sign from God to act / do something about it?"... - mainly "Is this really you God?"
Passive? Far from it! There're some stuff which God is clearing in my life as I wait for His promises of my Dad & Mum's salvation, of the dream of ministering & helping to restore kids ravaged by abuse that they may live free, of the hopes I'm still waiting for God to fulfil in my life. In fact, my mentor puts it aptly : The final answer at the end will be altogether God's will - if we choose not to put our hands / fingers into manipulating the situation, if we choose to be obedient to move when He says "Move!" & pause when He says "Pause." The eventual destination is the good stuff... actually the BESTEST stuff He has in mind for me!
So when the red lights are on, we cross at our own risk.
 : Find Your Wings, Mark Harris  : Breathing... to hopefully shoo away the upcoming migraine.. Listening to this song which this father has written for his kid - yeap, a father's heart for his little kid to grow up following God's ways & most of all, to discover the dreams God has placed in this kiddo. A tad like Mumble's mummy who wanted him to follow his heart-dance - doesn't matter if he couldn't sing a proper tune... (Happy Feet, 2006). Brought my heart to desire to be such a spiritual parent - that I may help my sheep, & those who walk with me in this life, find their wings & have the courage to do great things for our Dream-giver. Mark Harris - Find Your Wings
From the album The Line Between The Two
It's only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I'll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I'll want to know
You're walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow
Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings
May passion be the wind
That leads you through your days
And may conviction keep you strong
Guide you on your way
May there be many moments
That make your life so sweet
Oh, but more than memories
Chorus:
It's not living if you don't reach for the sky
I'll have tears as you take off
But I'll cheer as you fly
: Mighty to Save : Chillin' after a week of brain work... & eyeballing data... Just played my usual online Puerto Rico & decided to sit down to blog one thing which I caught myself thinking while on the bus. Well... that's what I usually do, on the bus - think, reflect, ponder, ruminate, and yes... "stone" (as in blur-out, brain-chill, not the one with the negative connotation lah). Anyways, was on the way to gym & took SBS No. 12 from near office to Bugis Junction. Hopped on the bus, plonked on a seat just right beside a middle-aged man around 50 years old. Was just letting my brains finally rest, though spanish words are still ringing in my brain from the Spanish lessons which just ended 15 minutes before. Turning my head to just look out of the window, I notice the middle-aged man - let's just call him Mr A - wiping his little finger on his shirt. Hmm... don't tell me... And he proceeded to plunge his little finger into his nostrils & did a swirl & quickly wiped clean on his shirt again & the little finger repeats its task... Honestly, given a few years ago, I would have just ignored & not really think very much about it. But I caught myself cringing, literally, and... looking frantically for an empty seat to move to... Then started a conversation with the HS : CC : Lord, give me another seat can? HS : Why? What's wrong with the man? Is he hurting you? CC : Urm... no... but I can't be near him cos he may fling those stuff on me accidentally... though I'm quite sure he wouldn't have meant to be intentional. HS : (silence) CC : (to myself) Grown so poised & high-class that I can't be near those who seems to be of "lesser standards" than you? HS : (Scenario painting) Caring for the needy whom I've placed in your heart - will mean you will probably have to clean up after them some times, accept them. comfort them, hold them sometimes, assure them... no matter what state they may be in... Truly, all thoughts about already having compassion & caring, etc has, at that moment gone into the drain.. literally. The thing is, I finally didn't budge from my seat - told myself I gotta get over this "yeeky" feeling. It's training by the HS - a deep heart lesson - that I've got a lot more of God's compassion to understand, a lot more of His heart to catch really. Bottom-line : I am not there yet. Mark 1:41
Filled with compassion, Jesus reached out his hand
and touched the man. "I am willing," he said. "Be clean!" (NIV)
Deeply moved, Jesus put out his hand, touched him,
and said, "I want to. Be clean." (MSG)
: Mighty to Save, Hillsongs Australia.
: Migraine.. Writing is therapeutic...
My mentor made a comment the other day : you got so much things to write meh? I've been thinking about it - and I do have things to write, cos I can really smoke - as in write long long prose & not get tired (though not as good at smoking in speech lah)... hahah.... But am definitely being real whenever i blog - of course, without hurting any feelings (hopefully), making anyone look bad, etc.. Hope to add courage to live on, add strength to move forward in endeavours, add insights to tread more wisely...
Just been pretty amused at this "phenomena" that I've been observing with ice-cubes at home. Sometimes in our laziness (my bro, sis & me), we do not clear up the ice bits / 1/2 pieces of ice left in the ice-cube. We'll just add on water & return it to the fridge to make more ice-cubes. But i realise that the ice-cubes made "on top" of these broken bits usually end up crumbling as well - won't get those nice whole pieces. 
Experimented with it again last night - this round, I cleared out the ice-cube (thing) & added water to the empty slots. Voila! The ice-cubes turned out to be nice, unbroken, whole-pieces!
HS reminded me about some people whom I've encountered lately - who have been trying to make sense of difficult times & make things better by adding on stuff which seems to make things better for a while. But deep down, they know it's not the real answer, not THE solution.
When the foundation is not built correctly, it doesn't matter how much cosmetics is laid on top - it just doesn't get very far without crumbling again.
Am ecstatic when I think about THE solution I've found - when He took my crumbling foundations away (security in myself - which is not much, seeking happiness from being with friends - which is temporary, security in material wealth - which will rot & break down, etc). He is now my foundation - which moth & rust can't destroy, nor anything can take His love away from me. Do you think anyone is
going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ's love for us?
There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger,
not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the
worst sins listed in Scripture... I'm absolutely convinced that nothing - nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable
or unthinkable - absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love
because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.
- Rom 8:35, 38-39 (The Message)
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