Thursday, July 2, 2009

A feeble leg..

Being asked by some for not updating my blog... Thus, here I am, fixing my eyes before the PC, writing this post.


A short 1 month seems unreasonably long to me.. Many things came about and decisions need to be made. Having that letter in hand, I looked at it and quietly listening to what she has to said to me before I leave the room. Somehow, I doubt for a moment, but when I leave the room, I know for a fact that, that is the path that I should take. Having the peace in heart, I cling on to my decision and may all things goes well =)


"There's a way tat seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death."


This will be a hectic month for me again... Sigh.. Yearning for a break!!! Truly, I am exhausted. The tiredness is beyond words. I truly yearn for a holiday and hopefully after this month, things will be more settled down in life. Maybe I will find a weekend and drive down to see my granny.. I miss my hometown =(


"Lord Jesus, I sin. Grant that I may never cease grieving because of it, never be content with myself, never think I can reach a point of perfection. Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give me grace to be holy, kind, gentle, pure, peaceable, to live for Thee and not for self, to copy Thy words, acts, spirit, to be transformed into Thy likeness, to be consecrated wholly to Thee, to live entirely to Thy glory.

Deliver me from attachment to things unclean, from wrong associations, from the predominance of evil passions, from the sugar of sin as well as its gap; that with self-loathing, deep contrition, earnest heart searching I may come to Thee, cast myself on Thee, trust in Thee, cry to Thee, be delivered by Thee.
O God, the Eternal All, help me to know that all things are shadows, but Thou art substance, all things are quicksands, but Thou art mountain, all things are shifting, but Thou art anchor, all things are ignorance, but Thou art wisdom.

Lord, help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill; unbelief mars my confidence, sin makes me forget Thee. Let the weeds that grow in my soul be cut at their roots; grant me to know that I truly live only when I live to Thee, that all else is trifling. Thy presence alone can make me holy, devout, strong and happy. Abide in me, gracious God. "


(Taken from: http://www.spurgeongems.org/prayers.htm)

1 comments:

Lin said...

Me too... Need a Break! Phew