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What is your name?

And he said unto him, What is thy name? And he said, Jacob. And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed. (Genesis 32:27, 28 KJV)

God doesn’t identify you by your qualifications, nor your performance. When God calls you, He doesn’t call you by your vocation nor your title.

When God calls you, He calls you by your name. Your identify, your personal name—you.

Your name. Not your number, when you were born you were named, not numbered, not branded nor labeled.

When you were born, carefully crafted and delivered to your parents as a gift and reward. You were given a name to be known by. You had nothing to call your own but your name.

What is your name? Papa God calls you by your name, loves you by that name, and even given you a new name.

Your Papa God knows you by your identity in Him not what you do for Him.


reckless abandon.

How many of you have heard the phrase that goes: ‘that we may give our lives up with reckless abandon’…

‘Reckless Abandon’, the word is defined in the dictionary as a careless, unrestrained, and complete surrender.

Relinquished control, and handing over the reins of your heart to the Lord. It isn’t easy to live with reckless abandon, I’ll have to admit I wrestle for control of my life and I don’t always surrender, who does?

But yet, I dare say that ‘reckless abandon’ isn’t a elusive idea. It ain’t easy, but it ain’t impossible either.

When you take a nose dive into the grace of God, reckless abandon is only our instinctive response when we’ve encountered great grace.

When you are left with no more options and you’re out of ideas, out of control. That seems to be the best time to encounter grace–to be rescued.

Of course we may resist, we may be hard-headed and stubborn. But there will come a time where we are thirsty, and we hunger and there is nothing we consume that will satisfy. That is where we’ll realize that Jesus has been patiently sticking by us, waiting for us to allow Him to quench our parched lips with the waters of His grace and the sooth our heart with the balm of His love.

There is when we are completely, and entirely won over to His side, embraced, loved and protected under His wings–and we are recklessly abandoned to Him. Jesus.

apple of my eye;

Suffice to say that was a well made film.

Some stories are just better told backwards, but life—real slow and breathing life was meant to lived forward.

Love stories always seems sweeter, better and much more romantic when it’s told in reverse; that’s how sappy movies make profit, even tear falling from your eye is a dollar dropping into their pockets.

But truth be told, the love story is best experienced forward, with all the uncertainty, mindwrenching nervousness, painful heartaches and pulled heart strings.

Perfection sure has a way of killing romance and spoiling the love story; when mistakes are made, arguments said, words exchanged and expectations raised that’s when one appreciates what one is given.

Feel free to disagree. But don’t stop me from believing that love is love not because we had an A* performance, but we make an conscious decision to love despite failure, but yet we extend out our arms to embrace even when we’ve been disgraced.

Perhaps the single greatest demonstration of such selfless, lavish love is found at the cross; where a single man was suspended between heaven and earth in atonement for the sins of the world, the immortal taking on mortal flesh, executing a rescue plan conceived before the foundations of the earth—perhaps the oldest love story ever told.

If you haven’t realized by now, you’ve always been the apple of His eyes, and He hasn’t stopped His relentless pursuit of you.

You have your own personal love story to tell—about a God who romanced your soul.

the perfunctory silence.

silence is default; when no words are exchanged, and activities die down.

all you have is silence coming in to take it’s golden position. silence reigns when nothing else does.

am I uncomfortable with silence? probably not anymore, because with silence, another friendly presence moves in–the true King, the one and only King.

and in a still. small. gentle voice, He whispers: “That’s how much you mean to me! That’s how much I love you! I’d sell off the whole world to get you back,trade the creation just for you!” [Isaiah 43:3-4 MSG]


We all feel inadequate at some point or another.

The beauty of feeling that you don’t measure up is simply knowing that you aren’t always expected to measure up with straight ‘A’s in every aspect of life.

You are not called to play the guitar, fry the eggs, iron the clothes and jog–all at the same time!

But above all, the cure to low self-esteem is not giving the feeling of adequacy; rather to know that failure is not fatal, and that nothing you’ll ever do will ever change the good opinion Jesus has of you.

He loves you, treasures you and is so, just so proud of you.

Why? Because you were worth every drop of blood and iota of pain when He went to the cross for you.

Because He made, fashioned and crafted you from His image.

Because inside you, is His very breath.

“But blessed is the man …

“But blessed is the man who trusts me, God, the woman who sticks with God. They’re like trees replanted in Eden, putting down roots near the rivers-Never a worry through the hottest of summers, never dropping a leaf, Serene and calm through droughts, bearing fresh fruit every season. – Jeremiah 17:7-8

SETH GODIN: Write down your Thoughts.

There is always something to write; remove the fear of being wrong and creativity will flow unabated.

not moved by words.

icy heart, calloused soul;
unyielding and unmoved.

‘i’m not moved by the words of men,
flattering lips – i  despise the most.’

yet, approaches a innocent soul;
a gift of encouragement he doesn’t withhold.

sadly, gracious words fall to the ground,
shot by arrows from the fort of her heart.

guarded and strong – fortress of old;
what hurts may lie within, we may never know.

He’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens // As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips – Love Song for a Saviour, Jars of Clay.

poetry in motion;

perhaps the art of falling in love should be considered more surreal than Dali’s melting clocks; more realistic than Gustave’s compositions and more emotional and honest than Van Gogh’s portraits.

in my honest opinion, everyone should fall in love; or at least get a chance to.

love could be perhaps one of the greatest creative forces ever.

you want to write better, and with more emotion and passion? well, fall in love then.
you want to scale the highest mountain and swim to deepest channels? well, fall in love!

i guess i am over-simplifying this rush of emotions and the art of falling in love.

but the truth still remains; everyone should get a chance to fall in love.

now amidst the world full of heartbreaks and primitive sensual desire; there is a place of pure, lust-less, beautiful, restorative love.

and that is to fall in love with the Savior.

not simply just the Savior of the world. no, forget that for a moment, I’m talking about the Savior of you, your soul, your personal savior who knows your name, your quirks and your pain.

everyone should fall in love.
and in love with–Jesus. 🙂