Sunday, February 22, 2009

fusion '09

good stuff, good stuff.

mary gave up her utmost, even for the least of Him.
that's what our passion for God is about.
to worship and give Him all praise.

during worship i saw like, a painting of Jesus hanging on the cross.
and that stuck in my mind for a while.
it was a beautiful piece of art.

and at another point in time, there was this really sweet tangible presence of God i felt, somewhere in the early part of "Rain Down".

but worship really is not about jumping, about raising hands.
yes, we rejoice in the Lord, it's even said in the bible to rejoice!

it's about exalting Him, honouring Him, and just praising Him with all that you got.
it's about surrendering, about accepting, about acknowledging, Him, not just in that 30 mins but in your entire life.

worship is a reflection of life.


recently, i've been more spiritually dry cos' been busy and tired, but i'm recovering now.
haha and wow, the feeling of being spiritually dry is kinda...sian? haha.


it feels good to get back on track and eat the bread again. (:


thank you for the cross, Lord.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

what .

and never, ever say that to me again.

my fault? sure.

you try something, and you make a mess.
she asks me to clear it up, cos when she saw it you weren't there anymore.

so i find you at the tv, and after asking you to go clear it up, i got distracted by the tv, and you didn't go anyway.

so she shouts for both of us not switching off electrical appliances, etc, and to once again, clear up the whole freakin' mess.
i tell you to go clear it again, and tell you to help me switch off the stuff that we both left on, better than 2 people going to do a one-man job right?

did i make the mess? no.
did you make it seem like i was obligated to clear it up with you? yes.
was i obligated to clear it up with you? no.
was i not, watching tv, and you still bu shuang me like the mess was my fault? |
did i deserve to take off my time to help you do something, just cos you can't enjoy the tv as well, yet i was not supposed to do it, and you told me to do it, complete with the courtesy of shouting and lack of manners?

and my computer.
did i miss something?
do i owe you anything?
i don't recall so.
so don't you act like it's your right.

why.
why must you do this.
and she goes stereotype me with yall.
and i suffer the shockwaves from you.
which really hurts.


please. stop.