God bless you murphy.

God bless you Murphy, Sod and Finagle. Whoever you guys are…

Because I DO NOT believe that anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Because I believe i’ll recieve news that they made a mistake regarding my results…

I got an ‘A’.. not ‘F’…

of being childish.

and thus goes the fairy tale so far…. and now it comes to an end.

Cheshire Cat had a point… Amateurish and childish acts only creates a whirlpool.

A bottle labeled DRINK ME and a cake with the words EAT ME appeared all of a sudden.

The hare rushes by saying: “Ah, decisions decisions decision – hurry up and make a decision.”
And as sudden as he appeared, in a blink of an eye – he’s gone.

Bewildered, the Mad Hatter and the Dormouse went on their way.

Letting the jury and the King of Hearts to proceed with their court hearing.

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so amen lord. amen Lord. Thank you for the advice.

The choice is this – the unknown and arduous journey on a vehicle i’ve never ridden before.

Events is a good place to stay. Not for glory, not for excellence, not for even passion.

But all for Jesus. Just because He said so.

It’s one thing to be in tuned to Jesus, it’s even better to be in sync. But it’s only the priviledge of the church to be INtimate with the lover of our souls.

Enough of childish escapades and puppy chasing tails.

It’s time to be proper initiated and prepared to claim lands and recieve the crown.

Preparation is never easy, it shouldn’t be… Lords and Sires are not born… They are made. just like the swords they wield. They are forged, hammered and sharpened.

Time to grow up, it’s time to proceed from being a Shepherd Boy to Giant Slayer…

i won’t care what they think.

full circle.

“The castles in my life, I hold them dear. But they are not what life is
all about. The end is inevitable. Rejoice when trials come, they only
clean the whiteboard for me to write again.

I fall. I WILL fall. Like my castles will crumble. But I’ll stand up
again.”

from: the boy and his castle.

It’s one full circle.

Finally, the entry i wrote sometime ago makes sense now. Praise God really… Because I never knew the entry would speak to me so strongly in this season.

I like this part: “Rejoice when trials come, they only clean the whiteboard for me to write again.”

Physical things may fade away, but the eternal things – unseen but everlasting.

It’s a clean slate and a new beginning. Whatever has happenned, has happened to allow me to start a afresh in life.

21. The world is still for the taking. If only I would take it. Lay rightful claim on the kingdom of God as the Champion-Prince that I am called to be.

Mistakes, I’ve forgetten to rejoice even though i make mistakes. Why? Because God is always a God of second chances, and new beginnings. I have the right to rejoice even in midst of failure, because my Redeemer lives.

Opposition will always be there. The lil hell worm will always dish out messes and pitfalls. But honestly?
DaddyGod can handle whatever the devil and dish out..

Failure is not in my future, defeat is not in my future.

And thus my favourite verse:

“Rejoice not against me, O my enemy! When I fall, I shall arise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light to me.”

Not one’s fault. I know… Amen.

People… There’s always more to gain because God’s on our side.

mr hare.

you should really cheer up…

you’re on time… don’t need to run!

just know that it’ll still work out for you. (:

the question we all ask.

“We ask.. Where is Jesus when hell breaks loose?

He is right where you are… In the middle of the flames and heat… Ever ready to save you.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus, His light is never dim…
And all the things of this earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace…”

I just lost my voice, well kinda… The sore throat spread really fast. A minute there was voice. Another minute only pain, no sound. I’m missing the servers’ dinner later, i can’t even say Hi without flinching now…

Just wanted to remind myself that i can stop being so apologetic about everything.

That I can stop worrying about the ‘paparazzi’…

That I can stop thinking that there are people out to hunt me…

That I can stop holding on to former glory… and move on to fresh anointing.

I’m glad i lost my voice… It shuts me up. It allows me to think. Stop rambling and reflect…

I don’t know why and how things happen. Joseph didn’t ask why He was in prison. Neither did Paul and Silas…

Instead, Joseph exercised his gifts, Paul and Silas worshipped and praised.

The circumstances were crappy. There got into a mess… But I guess they believed that their God was with them…

Instead of wallowing in fear, worry and self pity. They hoped. And in doing what they did…

Joseph averted national disaster and prevented famine from claiming the lives of his family..

Paul and Silas prepared a whole generation of God worshippers. And Paul wrote the majority of the next testament text undeterred by adversity.

So hell broke loose… but you can make hell FREEZE over if you would just stand up against the flames holding Jesus’ hand.

Chin up. Concentrate in the Right standing… not the right doing. (:

the raving speeding hare.

Sorry Mr hare. you were wrong this time.

your intentions were noble, even touching.

But you were wrong.

Because the mad hatter is out of sorts today. And those ten camels drink way too much tea.

But thanks Mr hare. You are not late, don’t hurry too fast now lest you fall.

Rabbits were meant only to hop slowly, and gently. One hop at a time.

sigh.

you know Dad?

I’m at a loss…

And so I pray that somehow you make all things new.

Heal the brokenhearted.

Guard the wounded heart.

Do what you always do, what you do best – Save, rescue, protect.

I’m going to disappear for this season, guard me, and guard them while i’m out Dad.

where can i go?

Psalm 51

¹ Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.

² Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.

¹⁰ Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

¹¹ Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.

¹² Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.

¹⁴ Save me from bloodguilt, O God,
the God who saves me,
and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.

¹⁵ O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth will declare your praise.

¹⁶ You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.

¹⁷ The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.

~

Psalm 139

⁷ Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?

⁸ If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

⁹ If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,

¹⁰ even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

¹¹ If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”

¹² even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

¹³ For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.

²⁴ See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

Guilt. Help me deal with guilt Lord.

Help me to continue walking even if i’m afraid to go there.

Be my security and assurance. I’ve failed but you’ll never fail.

Let me not be numbered among the jerks. Let me not be remembered as a heart-breaker.

All I ask Lord is for a clean slate of life. Selfish, most probably. But that’s all i’ll ask for.

I got myself into this mess. Dad, get me out of it.

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may-day: a call for help.

..so i ducked for cover at the nearest bush.

Bullets were spraying all over my head. I grew increasing fearful, i doubt the helmet i’m wearing is any useful at all.

I clutched on to my rifle. I’m out of ammo.

And I’m all alone.

What happened to ‘watch my back’?

But i trust my comrades. They’ll find me, they’ll come for me…

Meanwhiles I’ll try to survive. I’ll recover and find the nearest safehouse.

J, how did you survive the heartbreaks? How did God come in?