I fight so much that I forget.
I do so much that I forget.
I think so much that I forget.
I look to myself so much that I forget.

But I don't want to.

Please don't let me forget You.

Thank God for:
1. Mi, who has patience sufficient for withstanding my idiosyncrasies and eccentricities
2. a workmate, who knows me well enough to say, "Go home, SP," after 70 PCRs
3. a new, bubbly, most likeable housemate 
4. saving me from a mess I made myself
5. His impeccable timing
6. immeasurable grace and favour that is independent of my good ( Read more... )

'Tis a strange feeling when one realises one can be such a whore. One no longer requires the need to justify her actions, excuses and gestures, but accepts that as an innate tendency ( Read more... )

...since I last attended Z and cell group. Do I miss it?

I do. There is something undeniably therapeutic about worshipping together.

But I cannot...I cannot bring myself to endure any more messages that are not Christ-exalting, sermons focussing on human effort and reading verses that are too often taken out of context.

Maybe it is time.

There are only so many sleeping positions one can find on a sleepless night.

I can't.

I wouldn't.

I shouldn't.

Something that is so good...why am I thinking so much?

Dad, You know I'm here. Right?

I apologise.
My tongue bypasses my brain too often.
I didn't mean to whine so frequently.
I'm sorry.

There is a reason why I do not turn up for ZLM or YA Combined Meetings. I simply don't want to.

There is a reason why I do not want to buy the 40 days of CommUnity book. I don't believe in it and $15 is quite a lot to pay for the efficacy of something in which I have no faith. I'm a cheapskate. Please, sue me.

Essentially, I don't believe in the ( Read more... )

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Not too long ago, a leader, whose name I'm itching to reveal, casually asked me, "So, how is X like in cell?"

Not bothering to hide my annoyance that a leader would pose such a question, I replied, "I don't know. Why are you asking me? Isn't this gossip?"

(paraphrased) "Oh, no, no. Sometimes, we leaders need to ask these questions to see how ( Read more... )

You calm the inner tempest
You soothe the outer storm
You bled to call me Yours
You hurt to make me well
You were broken that I may know rest
You were mocked that I may taste freedom
You love to remove fear
You love because You are