tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287036862023-11-16T15:17:10.380+08:00<==::Luv For My Saviour::==>My Path To His GlorySky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-16943058579453440902011-04-03T14:53:00.007+08:002011-12-11T08:29:44.641+08:00Fire In the Bones<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But to have received so much and not able to pour it out. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Consumed but only I get to benefit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Set ablaze and not spreading more of his warmth.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I slowly grasped and I'm humbled, that I have received so much. So so much. That the only reason I can give is because I have first received. I can only love because I have first embraced His love.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am stuck... Not because I am not giving it all but because he is giving me so much, that my outlet is not big enough for his input. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Its refreshing and painful that I CANT OUTGIVE HIM.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmYIaMMpV_-VK6zCP7xAyemOUKr7ieDhqICq7OuhdN7AdIHNMSIISvqIY-HNHii9UeeIMxCKLH1uNMxl7IbWcCo5k_oapBfyu8ilgpHWJi6eaesiVx8mv4NUoD4I33tlzqQVpdg/s400/overflowing+cup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I need this penned down because of the next adventure into a foreign land. I come face to face with this issue once more. That I wish to do so much more, give so much more. But I am limited, constrained and restricted by the boundaries emplaced by authorities which I have to love and respect. It has been like this in every platform I have stood. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There is must be more than this. Consuming Fire, fanned into flame, a passion for His name.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am desperate, thirsty and hungry...no ravenous...that I cant contained, to give it all. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Because He has ALWAYS always been enough</span>. </span></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-37236214450777794532010-06-12T22:54:00.008+08:002010-06-27T17:59:51.516+08:00A Speech that made us proud<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">I would want to post this speech and the following reflections up as a reminder and lesson. As my cadets days finally comes to an end, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Torrents of gratitude, appreciation and thankfulness keeps flowing in my heart. The moments, training, hardships, victories and more importantly, people. Wrong... the BROTHERS whom we shed blood tears and sweat together.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Coming into 59th EOCC, fresh from Infantry training in Service Term, the truth is that the 73 of us didn't know what to expect. We hadn't heard much about Engineers before that; in fact, many of us didn't put Engineers as our first choice. As the course progressed, we grew increasingly confused. I mean, what do Combat Engineers really do?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-OCGN5yAvXzHMn8WaH9Tdso3doyBij5F_i6TbRvtDrTkCtQ9p3YTHV6TjQhIpz0Cf9imYZ4QmTIso2aUgy56HDiLE6wBIeog5eWxADJGOJ4gQhOuaHeyZy26GGWc6D0wAalfWw/s1600/30460_1418450073901_1612111705_1051531_4228178_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-OCGN5yAvXzHMn8WaH9Tdso3doyBij5F_i6TbRvtDrTkCtQ9p3YTHV6TjQhIpz0Cf9imYZ4QmTIso2aUgy56HDiLE6wBIeog5eWxADJGOJ4gQhOuaHeyZy26GGWc6D0wAalfWw/s320/30460_1418450073901_1612111705_1051531_4228178_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487389539215230210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Often we wondered if we were just infantry , perhaps able to build bigger wire obstacles, clear minefields faster, perform demolition tasks, but ultimately with smaller guns</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">During AE phase, we thought that we were armour with our tracks, wheels and mobility with more stores, but less firepower.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">For awhile some of us CBRE cadets began to think, perhaps we're some kind of non-conventional ops taskforce doing work that no one really knows about.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">At our lowest points, though, we felt that all we would ever be doing was support. Supports arms supporting the manoeuvre in their action. No combat. No Fun. And alot of studying.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jppevzBlPhGoBMgIPhPm_zNnjw2ove0DyL5nOlDmKjfdq0RrCPCpmRSAS1ypk6DVZiVm1xSw9WO_JeIM_530xC1eaygvBoU4LlBADBrfJZQ5lZ8vKuX39mGCfry41YyTkkEavw/s1600/37243_459101473221_730178221_6149165_7972180_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jppevzBlPhGoBMgIPhPm_zNnjw2ove0DyL5nOlDmKjfdq0RrCPCpmRSAS1ypk6DVZiVm1xSw9WO_JeIM_530xC1eaygvBoU4LlBADBrfJZQ5lZ8vKuX39mGCfry41YyTkkEavw/s320/37243_459101473221_730178221_6149165_7972180_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487390393146713762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Even towards the end of the course, after our summary exercises during Crescendo, many of us were still searching. Where was the chiong sua and adrenaline? Where were the defining moments, a bangalore breaching the wire before the charge or the successful capture of objective after a quick flank at dawn? Where were the events that all of us could gather round? At the end of the day, we realised the truth, there were none.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qt_ubZYUAlwbsQxekcw4J1flviCWeCZnaWDUJa7Z5cYlZHYMvOI-_z0tlAW7dRGHwM7g1inzg5eHmO_g8CeZkOQ2nwSmvDa1vqTA76MFpU8wpUVIyDK2BxNW6UWwnOIeQ4Cu4g/s1600/CBsuit19184d-07.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qt_ubZYUAlwbsQxekcw4J1flviCWeCZnaWDUJa7Z5cYlZHYMvOI-_z0tlAW7dRGHwM7g1inzg5eHmO_g8CeZkOQ2nwSmvDa1vqTA76MFpU8wpUVIyDK2BxNW6UWwnOIeQ4Cu4g/s320/CBsuit19184d-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487389548040584066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">We realised that 5 specialisations that made too many for your typical run-of-the-mill course summex. We realised that the amount of equipment, the types of ops we learnt about, though they were all interesting in their own way, they were just too many, too diverse. But in fact, the traits we pride ourselves on, physical and mental endurance, meticulous planning & creative thinking, and good teamwork, were all built up day by day, week by week; exercise by exercise.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">So what 59EOCC found instead was that each of us had our own moments. For some, it was the sense of accomplishment when a 100m wire obstacle was set up properly or when the platoon finally finished a 12am to 6am minefield. It could have been a sect comm deploying a Class 30 after 5 tries in the noon sun to provide mobility for vehicles or it could have been finishing a short track way bridge 4min on our first try to that infantry could cross gaps.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LpdqSoShh08a38NELeEw_DBxXG-7SlErrl5-XmTOeXEuBsHuG8xrwaX3DJHblA2h3RcDCp7GlmQd7EOi84FkNncYq8vcidvyoJTcYLbsQbxxGj7qPf2zqQsabUOguHB5m-nGyg/s1600/eod.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LpdqSoShh08a38NELeEw_DBxXG-7SlErrl5-XmTOeXEuBsHuG8xrwaX3DJHblA2h3RcDCp7GlmQd7EOi84FkNncYq8vcidvyoJTcYLbsQbxxGj7qPf2zqQsabUOguHB5m-nGyg/s320/eod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487389554678469410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Maybe it was wearing a bomb-suit for the first time, defusing an IED under pressure. Maybe it was completing a 4km MOPP4 route march in the required hour to condition ourselves to chemical warfare. Maybe riding a boat or an M3G, the wind blowing in our faces as we prepared for force projection across water bodies.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidzBW3qULZ0UChnEJcv5nOCIBZqwbYSPHwLLZ9nhX7_m9FIK6UjPdRxNjh27-Dk7QedSzvhwuIqbw7ZHGGEEUay-_BQDCP-9yqWxjSLl353SEm5q6H92oH0AO6wd3GaW2fllpIxA/s1600/25apr07_news.-imindefParsSub-0001-TextImage.imindefParsSubtextimage.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidzBW3qULZ0UChnEJcv5nOCIBZqwbYSPHwLLZ9nhX7_m9FIK6UjPdRxNjh27-Dk7QedSzvhwuIqbw7ZHGGEEUay-_BQDCP-9yqWxjSLl353SEm5q6H92oH0AO6wd3GaW2fllpIxA/s320/25apr07_news.-imindefParsSub-0001-TextImage.imindefParsSubtextimage.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487389557110523010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 196px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">For some, defining moments were about finishing a complex operations like protect works for explosives; for others, simple things were enough to make an impact. For some, defining moments were happy moments; for others, they were sad. But we came to realise that even as the course defined us, the cadets of 59 EOCC we defined our own course as well, through all the experiences, big and small, easy and painful, happy and sad, that we had.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">So finally we found the answer. This is what Engineers are about - embracing unity in all our colourful diversity and for us, this unity is as simple as the bonds that we built together, the memories we created together, all the time we shared as a wing. Our course didn't happen with a single exercise or a single defining moment; it was built like an engineering task, advancing and overcoming each little obstacle over the 21 weeks till we finally found ourselves here.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL__sT16gH5daQ4zLDDPk5VX09UuJQ8I6UaX1F1FTddR3E0qHsxJaXjjv_O4qMzmfrYBQB2ZDL9W0NBFOuIt3F-RlWGmLGs9CpRrmF_J6IwJMwJZbfOVHN5SQkga9jpqeoudpYw/s1600/36414_418417236968_521396968_4816612_3201332_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL__sT16gH5daQ4zLDDPk5VX09UuJQ8I6UaX1F1FTddR3E0qHsxJaXjjv_O4qMzmfrYBQB2ZDL9W0NBFOuIt3F-RlWGmLGs9CpRrmF_J6IwJMwJZbfOVHN5SQkga9jpqeoudpYw/s320/36414_418417236968_521396968_4816612_3201332_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487389529587050834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">I greatly appreciate Hui Mun for this, as he reminded me, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">it isn't just the defining moments and circumstances that bring the best out of me. But my best defining each moment and circumstance.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"> I stand proud to be his brother, and fellow Engineer.</span></span></div></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-89385101991843427692010-04-30T16:40:00.005+08:002010-04-30T17:59:16.365+08:00Gradual Increase in Force<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpblclHfD6RQkZq1sAr6-cQmaBi-y0OZsxhWc843h0Dz8KIGZ5cooGP0Qv5GJYHJRXQm-zBgfyQjx6rjb9A01lrtYdGUlsHyMDE5pMwyxEMPuQ2xuHSg8PDb1nD8fhCGAAOHQAqw/s1600/18754_1210752673831_1379165623_30469128_4232401_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpblclHfD6RQkZq1sAr6-cQmaBi-y0OZsxhWc843h0Dz8KIGZ5cooGP0Qv5GJYHJRXQm-zBgfyQjx6rjb9A01lrtYdGUlsHyMDE5pMwyxEMPuQ2xuHSg8PDb1nD8fhCGAAOHQAqw/s320/18754_1210752673831_1379165623_30469128_4232401_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465867277136090946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">EX CRESCENDO, the final phase of an officer cadet. The A levels for a JC student. The last 100m of the marathon. This is the final assessment to test our knowledge, capability, leadership, mental toughness and our spirit. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Crescendo, a word associated to music, "a gradual increasing in volume, loudness and force" speaks loads on the coming exercise how difficult it will be.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> The pressure, stress and little sleep will not only push us more to our limits but to sharpen the character within.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is my last shout as a cadet, my last sprint. To lead inspiring command, to excel in all I do, to overcome not just obstacles but my struggles. To be once again having appointment is both perplexing and humbling. I have gotten appointment ever since BMT, to be in charge and hopefully blazing a trial. Platoon Commander in OCS, PT IC in ETI, Store IC in CBRE and now Platoon Commander in this exercise. Worse, staying long periods being in charge really makes u be stretched more and more.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef8ooucMJRnavW0Bji8B2l8Wi7gaHJdFJUf8HWhfGlZsCGR-KJ0qTLSLU1oGi2h7eOwLmkx0IOXDlbwjMxjqulCi6CKBSJ8iFE2TBi9xOdIZoIRyOA_rBRAV1G-FXcuzsOtEn2A/s1600/4475160167_069c925b92.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef8ooucMJRnavW0Bji8B2l8Wi7gaHJdFJUf8HWhfGlZsCGR-KJ0qTLSLU1oGi2h7eOwLmkx0IOXDlbwjMxjqulCi6CKBSJ8iFE2TBi9xOdIZoIRyOA_rBRAV1G-FXcuzsOtEn2A/s320/4475160167_069c925b92.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465867288585964242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Never to back down blessing, Never surrender to circumstances.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> To train aggressively to have that mentality was humbling and it was only forged as me being a leader. Seeing new purpose and freshness in what I do, God was right, there is a time for everything, I will know when I am finished with this.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I believe the appointment holders for this Exercise will be further tested for the Sword of Honour/ Merit Calibre or the Engineer Officer Advance Course. If I manage to be part of this range of leaders I will be an OC/Captain of a Company for NSman in future. Its not just a higher rank but a higher platform to be a blessing, a wider sphere of influence to be an inspiration. Thus I will not waste such an opportunity.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8UK3h7-2vOzO9rYxOB8AYEznA1BZUM3HO9u1nQembKQnGjDRD_7ICcl5EYFjFM-SbEZedDadUO3cavw02TkYZHXULdoDNYpbsETmisejAq9H-a3mqZQBkIIoKZY9u7gKVeNRjg/s1600/3181504671_b86fa1ba61.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8UK3h7-2vOzO9rYxOB8AYEznA1BZUM3HO9u1nQembKQnGjDRD_7ICcl5EYFjFM-SbEZedDadUO3cavw02TkYZHXULdoDNYpbsETmisejAq9H-a3mqZQBkIIoKZY9u7gKVeNRjg/s320/3181504671_b86fa1ba61.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465867292684365714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pray for me guys, I will go there foaming but come back victorious. Its not just being tested but me be sharpen into character. Its not just my capabilities but me needing God. Its not just me excelling but me advancing his Kingdom. Amen.</span></div></span></div></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-54943183426198778672010-04-17T23:16:00.003+08:002010-04-17T23:31:12.963+08:00My Desire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.enjoyart.com/library/subjects/sports_hobby/large/challenge_skier.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 395px;" src="http://www.enjoyart.com/library/subjects/sports_hobby/large/challenge_skier.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I cant help but demand a challenge...A desire, reinforced by my call. I am not satisfied by what I am already doing... Lord, I want to do more. See more. Live more.</span></span></span></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-15371718473388004792010-03-26T22:12:00.003+08:002010-03-26T22:50:25.456+08:00A Bruised Reed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mZhGhCBcGgeImhi62V7cW4X2asrlVMw6_hZXKwRFu3tMGwUKf4EufvNT7Sesa_NPrldoB3jBmjrgMXa4-lAmK9toKYnK1onwTJXvo1DGWJx1di7_tt2Sv3w2hHyFd4ZMATrQ1Q/s1600/bruised-reed-he-will-not-break.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mZhGhCBcGgeImhi62V7cW4X2asrlVMw6_hZXKwRFu3tMGwUKf4EufvNT7Sesa_NPrldoB3jBmjrgMXa4-lAmK9toKYnK1onwTJXvo1DGWJx1di7_tt2Sv3w2hHyFd4ZMATrQ1Q/s320/bruised-reed-he-will-not-break.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452954827030867954" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Once a tall reed now slanted and bent</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Could u hear her cries, her laments?</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Seeking hands strong and tender</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Is there such power and splendour?</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">A Saviour ran and came</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">A love so sure, taking all the shame</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Her life has changed, once again tall</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Now her desire is to live like Him...</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">More and More</span></span></span></span></span></p> <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-38482575128521617482010-02-07T00:40:00.005+08:002010-02-07T01:07:37.031+08:00Consumed<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AG2p74wbtARW7JgfLqOnKBBwObJPhB8xwhacOMRMXbWTAc7w0koE-KmNv5KVqc8WrDsR0ug66A7w-koRWJbi98qGrZsVbLQkRbwxqNSz2X0wELcrcaiiJcjGJqHdg7Iupc5Zlg/s1600-h/man_praying.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Among all my thoughts, all my wants, all my feelings. I have only ONE desire and thats to do the will of God, to project & advance His Kingdom, to respond His Call for my life. Weirdly, I question myself, why am I feeling like this? Is it right? Don't my needs matter? What about me?</span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AG2p74wbtARW7JgfLqOnKBBwObJPhB8xwhacOMRMXbWTAc7w0koE-KmNv5KVqc8WrDsR0ug66A7w-koRWJbi98qGrZsVbLQkRbwxqNSz2X0wELcrcaiiJcjGJqHdg7Iupc5Zlg/s320/man_praying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435177729097039330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">Slowly, progressively I am starting to feel something I never felt before. To be so consumed, To want to be so focus in doing what I have to do, who I have to BE. But among all this, did I lose myself? Lose my needs? Is it right? Is this who I have to be?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Sometimes I wish I do not need to need... BUT No...It is because of God I have my needs in the first place. Nee</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">ds are powerful, important and essential. On what perspective do I see needs? Do I need to fool around? Do I need to live for my own? No...I need Him, I need to steady myself, I need to do His Will, I need the people around me, I need to love, hope and believe. I need... to need. IF I do not need Need... I do not need God.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-45513446624339436972009-12-24T23:14:00.004+08:002009-12-25T00:24:42.057+08:00Service Term: Service Doesn't end here<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">My service term has officially ended, being posted to Combat Engineer vocation, different environment and a whole new set of training. To b honest, I am shocked and doubtful is this suitable for me? My instructors, buddies and myself were sure I would get Infantry not because I am capable but because I am passionate in being in the front lines of the war inspiring command and control on my men, charging up mountains. But God has different plans, and I struggled unable to comprehend HIS ways. But you know what... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Who am I to say my plans for myself or ways are higher than His? He made me, He called me, HE chose me to do my part for the desert I be placed...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#66FFFF;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#9999FF;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vUsuNuREZdiq5g0Mf90l9M0_rcADcLOZug7o6p9K9y1cVqbkjCZMmsmt1ZTsJp_QTp4-GgaewHqULy1kTlT-_ZUNhIPScez2ccV8CX98w_kvmHeANYFrhZblHx8PsICxRvsIBQ/s1600-h/feb.Par.0015.Image.gif.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vUsuNuREZdiq5g0Mf90l9M0_rcADcLOZug7o6p9K9y1cVqbkjCZMmsmt1ZTsJp_QTp4-GgaewHqULy1kTlT-_ZUNhIPScez2ccV8CX98w_kvmHeANYFrhZblHx8PsICxRvsIBQ/s320/feb.Par.0015.Image.gif.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838950372353874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /></a></span></i></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">B</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ut it's important that I must ask WHY. Two years ago, I be satisfied by just obeying, but I believe God has raise me to the level of faith that I do not just obey but a NEED TO UNDERSTAND HIM. Obeying raises your faith, understanding Him raises u as a whole.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> And I believe for that answer to come I must do well, excel and respond to the call which He gave me</span>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#66FFFF;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissXCR8XqnoR-sv1E1DzPQjutBYLzo9j3NvncJoGv-mMAFyFTLtIlPiM5o_6naVnLkTxakHAG1un-HSPvtou-Bu3bRJ0YB1i5Eec2hgv52PiAR9mX5bIvZN1ENtKdQTF-mTJTTKA/s1600-h/17433_389078885252_526955252_10214379_2685030_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissXCR8XqnoR-sv1E1DzPQjutBYLzo9j3NvncJoGv-mMAFyFTLtIlPiM5o_6naVnLkTxakHAG1un-HSPvtou-Bu3bRJ0YB1i5Eec2hgv52PiAR9mX5bIvZN1ENtKdQTF-mTJTTKA/s320/17433_389078885252_526955252_10214379_2685030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838947381949810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">My time in Golf Wing has really been fruitful, I made alot of friends that I can depend on with my life. </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Supporting each other, accomplishing objectives selflessly, </span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">sacrificing</span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"> for the benefit of the platoon. Such times are like the light among the darkness. One particular friend Hairul a half Malay I say half because he is malay yet nothing like malay. He's interesting because hes somebody I can trust with my life. How the last & biggest Mission of our term, he was Platoon Sarge and i am Platoon Commander how we coordinate, plan and lead really was enjoyable. Concidentally, both of us were the top 2 in the service term. Although we went separate ways, and wanted to get into guards together. I am sure he will do well even if all the chiongsters are not there with him.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Forging ahead on the next Professional term, setting the new goals due to the unexpectant plan from God. I am determined the be the Thirst Quencher among all the explosives and chemicals users. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Officership has become a lifestyle and build ontop of my foundation being a Christian.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Its a lifestyle that cause to u be a role model to the society with </span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">deteriorating</span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"> morales to possess good </span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">character.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"> To make and be the difference. Lord...thank u still for this opportunity and platform to serve U.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div> <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-46347075243808682372009-11-28T17:48:00.002+08:002009-11-28T17:55:04.832+08:00How Can I Not Respond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCk8yvBCuJBsvO2bmiF4KZBXWxQUYDf1GFl_ByonRHII3SZocB3LfNeTszYZcUTJNSdvG_LICqZsX3AsxT5nWyA8kuAkytlNROQ2TaAhsoAxx5gUiK0emm1Hd1DKEd9MaVulFsg/s1600/166516857_ed96d82ce7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCk8yvBCuJBsvO2bmiF4KZBXWxQUYDf1GFl_ByonRHII3SZocB3LfNeTszYZcUTJNSdvG_LICqZsX3AsxT5nWyA8kuAkytlNROQ2TaAhsoAxx5gUiK0emm1Hd1DKEd9MaVulFsg/s320/166516857_ed96d82ce7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409090581513503730" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When u call, How can I not respond</span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Be the oasis, in the desert</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Believing for rain, among all the hurt</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Building a legacy, hands stretched to the weak</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Refreshing the weary, when times seem bleak</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Strengthening the drained, when victory is near</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Standing with the timid, conquering all fears</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lord I answer, How can I Quit?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As I lay my life my all at your feet</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">By his grace, every word he place in my heart doesn't comes out just poetry but as a response to my salvation. </span></span></b></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-75110548759544253562009-11-15T14:16:00.004+08:002009-11-15T14:43:58.196+08:00Refreshing!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Its great to have the opportunity to sit down with Josh once again to catch up and share. Its important as I gain new insight, clarity of the call I was given especially when one is so drained. I am further convinced THIS IS HIS WILL FOR ME. The Oasis in the desert. The Thirst Quencher.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After the field camp 10 days of rigorous training planning and the one hour sleep nights, I came back drained and weary. Furthermore I was initially charged of 14 days of removal of privileges. My prayer was survival mode, my blazing fire was a smoldering wick. I could press on, I persevere like how I am trained. But NO I did not embrace the struggle the call, I am not appreciating the lesson God is teaching "How do u get refreshed?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt3d2VocBWH5geUJyr5TJ6sg_lWMFdu9hxAjQOeX3ijk8tqrR5Ka-mUlfu_8eTC1_E2Jco2G7oqA347yVTAioiEds-EgLa-U3VYU3sdmJc2EAxcSUlEGRx_FZW2Cn835eNdTp8A/s1600-h/381824014_9e22ad5cd2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt3d2VocBWH5geUJyr5TJ6sg_lWMFdu9hxAjQOeX3ijk8tqrR5Ka-mUlfu_8eTC1_E2Jco2G7oqA347yVTAioiEds-EgLa-U3VYU3sdmJc2EAxcSUlEGRx_FZW2Cn835eNdTp8A/s320/381824014_9e22ad5cd2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404216118952581858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ironically, Josh lead me to the passage where Jesus asked for water and how this Samaritan Woman became among the first evangelist. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"My Food" said Jesus, "is to do the will of him who sent me to finish his work" My refreshment is..... doing the will of God</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">... Weird? Maybe...Hard to accept. Perhaps. But it's God's word and thats all I need to hang on to. I can testify its true when one does HIS work he gets refreshed, as you pray for the soldier beside u, u get fired up. When one needs help, your hand if the first to be there, your spirit is engaged & strengthen. I am reminded, my call is not done. He is the living water which I draw, I am refreshed by doing the work he call me. Lord, once again I am the drink offering being poured out.</span></span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-46737409958000128322009-10-31T20:46:00.003+08:002009-10-31T20:58:32.070+08:00Oasis<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Where are the green pastures? Where is the quiet waters? Lord have I heard wrong? Am I not to build an oasis in the desert or BE that oasis.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">How am I to quench the thirst of men when I AM THIRSTING for your Majesty? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHtux-mYym7mERjtKa-yjgKY-A2Fny-_Yz1tO16mS5g4lQ2acxWGtUXXriWv1TcMRTmt6uZE9RAt0OURrj6j0x4GOvjuozia1-2oE0tOljntVAWa8YrHllLYmQtzLVyUeUv5Tvw/s1600-h/mc041_Desert_Oasis_copy2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHtux-mYym7mERjtKa-yjgKY-A2Fny-_Yz1tO16mS5g4lQ2acxWGtUXXriWv1TcMRTmt6uZE9RAt0OURrj6j0x4GOvjuozia1-2oE0tOljntVAWa8YrHllLYmQtzLVyUeUv5Tvw/s320/mc041_Desert_Oasis_copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398745012964528130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I asked these questions not because I am losing my faith, I ask because I am challenging it. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Green pastures are traded for wilderness. Quiet waters are traded for desert. I do not need to see it I do not need to see the miracles to believe it but the least I ask is I NEED TO SEE U. I am excited because its so challenging and tough. Yet so weary n drained because there's nothing to be encouraged.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILeQdn14jz2l1ItvD-CIctIqU0BoNVLYLiEy0OcK6oJ2zr9DtO_cjoBGia1Hw-0i2iPf_f0-SBRnPjXk1oC6msvJmWEBigUxJANiFVvMVB3OhZ9SKvDV23xcBr9j1hHvGevCyRQ/s1600-h/3060088478_f02c1df049.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILeQdn14jz2l1ItvD-CIctIqU0BoNVLYLiEy0OcK6oJ2zr9DtO_cjoBGia1Hw-0i2iPf_f0-SBRnPjXk1oC6msvJmWEBigUxJANiFVvMVB3OhZ9SKvDV23xcBr9j1hHvGevCyRQ/s320/3060088478_f02c1df049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398747463462862146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">If I am to endure, discipline and survive my way through I am sure this is more than possible. To live surviving, not doing anything about the environment I am in. But I cant do it...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Because simply HE has called me "I AM TO BE THE THIRST QUENCHER." To take the narrow road, to embrace the struggle, to answer the call.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-70464446199201374982009-10-18T13:11:00.006+08:002009-10-18T17:33:58.407+08:00Service Phase<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-size:medium;">Basil Pennington once said "When you throw a stone into a pond, the stone will create ripples that reach to the shore all around. But only when the pond is quiet and still, the arrival of the stone can be read over the entire surface. If the pond is not still, when the water is tossed and ruffled, the arrival of the stone will go undetected."</span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TMmnRUJhyphenhyphen1tXtIYQb6-tFdkbYWuGC4I8JN6snEMsH_hgg-_b34WhYfOJFh7GCAgKr_hMhwRkY8DFr6hTqVw3fW3LbUMgCJg7PaIIfGyTCUFO5PeUcp4rHtznzsaMRXavHc1WlA/s1600-h/prayer1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TMmnRUJhyphenhyphen1tXtIYQb6-tFdkbYWuGC4I8JN6snEMsH_hgg-_b34WhYfOJFh7GCAgKr_hMhwRkY8DFr6hTqVw3fW3LbUMgCJg7PaIIfGyTCUFO5PeUcp4rHtznzsaMRXavHc1WlA/s320/prayer1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393869825657357874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The pond being your life, the stones being the voice of God, his touch or miracles. Am i troubles by the waves of commotion, choppy from the turbulence of doing things. Have I LOST the tranquility due to busyness too little sleep that its hard to discern the pebble when it is being thrown.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">My time in OCS has started, being demanding in its nature, being appointed as Platoon Commander during this time, my stillness has been tested. The hassle and brussel of things, the call to serve, the need of getting things done. With sleep being so precious, I still have to excel in all I do, keeping the standards of my platoon and myself, to give my all. Times are different I can no longer be at Starbucks spending hours seeking, hearing. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">Even though my prayer and quiet time disicpline is still there, but theres little stillness, the ripples of life are still ruffling. The voice of God is silent, his touch seem so distant.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Stillness is sometimes not what I can do but the condition of my heart. At times I do not hear or feel him I have to ask myself. Am I still persevering in seeking him? Am I still focus on him and his kingdom EVEN when the waters are still tossing. Am I still able to hear him or have his attention?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyhlv8ax9sVfbnXv4fE5vNGn0XQ0bDI63H7HSoEZ6S43oeIjvPioL1mr4PdaW3RcZYharzZLLanXao8aUS41MVHK6R5NH6XnuE9R-_LnkqAmvHRxjtqrQ_Tn4XLmgDO-rhBUb4g/s320/759210960_e5cbd1de5e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393869817413556354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Thus what would God do? God being who he is, waves doesn't stop him. He either throws a big mountain into the sea to get your attention or he simply calms the waves. That's the God I know. One whom comes at inconvenient times, who wants your attention, who loves u too much to leave u alone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He has been so good to me, even when it seems I have no time to talk to him. He finds me and never let me go. And He reaffirms... Yr spirituality, worship and stillness will be in the midst of your actions and NOT in the little time I can give.</span><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NOW MORE IMPORTANTLY CONGRATULATIONS to the beautiful couple Joshua Kwah and Nirelle Kwah. :) Cant wait to see the new season they are going to have, the love they will give and the joy they will experience.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TblSnTUcUmngjqEbb66QxVeKcq3_bF2f57G4ocembO2xdsjXVfIWjmoDwNh3VuZLfo_6Qih0FQfCECiRTsFm11LxZxO5bUtzCAWUspAE-XVYifMIAD5vGEV8vEMSJ7RuZCD1Ww/s1600-h/7531_309323545651_771650651_9146474_7469421_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TblSnTUcUmngjqEbb66QxVeKcq3_bF2f57G4ocembO2xdsjXVfIWjmoDwNh3VuZLfo_6Qih0FQfCECiRTsFm11LxZxO5bUtzCAWUspAE-XVYifMIAD5vGEV8vEMSJ7RuZCD1Ww/s320/7531_309323545651_771650651_9146474_7469421_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393869810838586514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-89669109281627161782009-09-17T17:48:00.012+08:002009-09-20T15:38:45.920+08:00The Next Phase: Officer Training<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Its the end of my 2 months of BMT, a new phase will start soon. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I just got into Officer Cadet School.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> But not before I say more I am here to say to my Lord, u been so real, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">the side when u are so good and the side when you were firm with me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">. I have seen, experience and know of how he has worked through and in me during this season BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY in my bunk mates has as well.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">One of such incident was that during the 4th IPPT(For the failures) a buddy of mine being fearful about his results. ON</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> The spot where the Sirs and recruits around boldly ask me to pray for him during the test. I was dumbfounded</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">, how can I not smile with such an opportunity (although I freaked out) Followed by him another came as well and both were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">non-Christian</span>s...People coming to church, Being an encouragement there, Being able to transform not just their mindset but hopefully character. So much opportunities that it was God that gave me the victories. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">How can I have such favour? I am just a willing man...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlpl7ST-nUgHKHbQihg1z_ure783xL6su7ZJ9XMVcnbCCMn5jrW0j5dbl8f5LPugQ6tpmHLQ-UgOyWrU8SaliBnzljPpP7Y79SvKjlmOa5TT_qHd9eIxBQH9UikIJ8WmYhiMy3w/s1600-h/170303418_1788c820c3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlpl7ST-nUgHKHbQihg1z_ure783xL6su7ZJ9XMVcnbCCMn5jrW0j5dbl8f5LPugQ6tpmHLQ-UgOyWrU8SaliBnzljPpP7Y79SvKjlmOa5TT_qHd9eIxBQH9UikIJ8WmYhiMy3w/s320/170303418_1788c820c3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383226872101454050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">To be honest I am abit intimidated by OCS because there seem to be so much stories that makes it sound so daunting. The insane punishments to crazy outfields, doubt starts to lingers and question me </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Am I really able to do it?"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Its been a long time since the Ironman I ask myself this question and its REFRESHING because I know.... Lord I need your faith in me. And AMAZINGLY this came to life.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mark 9</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"If u can do anything, take pity on us and help us"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"If you can?" said Jesus " Everything is possible for him who believe." Immediately the boy's father exclaimed," I do believe; </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">HELP ME OVERCOME MY UNBELIEF</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwR-qiuYOVzWTbZDelavKILiNRVgQg7raSJ2uXnOW0fp3LoVLGmkH3bOmpW0zSnBqurGlV0KsHhwr8t9wedlqVFajP4Lz2l_RYAuPk7wEfkR3OOf1YAZ_3pPlcE9X3KBToXoM5A/s1600-h/3081166407_e9a6e134c8.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwR-qiuYOVzWTbZDelavKILiNRVgQg7raSJ2uXnOW0fp3LoVLGmkH3bOmpW0zSnBqurGlV0KsHhwr8t9wedlqVFajP4Lz2l_RYAuPk7wEfkR3OOf1YAZ_3pPlcE9X3KBToXoM5A/s320/3081166407_e9a6e134c8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383226885795670674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Than what happen next? As expected Jesus commanded the spirit to come out and saved the boy. How often we are like that father, doubting not just in His but in OUR own gifts or abilities or PLATFORM. and what does he do? H</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e simply helps u overcome yr unbelief by doing a MIRACLE ... maybe in u, through u or in others through others.</span> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHyhkS9YWHqtUU96V1wDLJUcz7dRmvVK1g82xxMr22OFVvWrHZesM0bvVP9wX7oMKM0pinA98EDZqordpzOJcwnl-zNlpCKYK6N36Mz63g9CnECJMziUd-BG_HX3S_P8HUmVznQ/s1600-h/3308767088_f09d7ef7f3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHyhkS9YWHqtUU96V1wDLJUcz7dRmvVK1g82xxMr22OFVvWrHZesM0bvVP9wX7oMKM0pinA98EDZqordpzOJcwnl-zNlpCKYK6N36Mz63g9CnECJMziUd-BG_HX3S_P8HUmVznQ/s320/3308767088_f09d7ef7f3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383226877313604322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lord... All I do All I say All I think All I am... I commit once again to you and the call you gave me. Thirst Quencher among the Leaders. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">OCS (Only Clowns will Survive) I say Overcome & Conquer your Struggles</span>. Here we go again see u all in a short 3 weeks :D</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-8377683127219597112009-09-05T00:34:00.005+08:002009-09-05T01:16:31.071+08:00Grateful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXw155XS-ACXBFHPcEaIPxTovlXi2Stw867pIwVWwdXcI4APdWL3U1-0HEKI2ryEUgQdiGIF0csV-w7w5_G5wV6tXMH8hTP_fImSwz0y8dC_KtJ6sCsrKwr637r2ByHHQTcAxoQ/s1600-h/Victory.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXw155XS-ACXBFHPcEaIPxTovlXi2Stw867pIwVWwdXcI4APdWL3U1-0HEKI2ryEUgQdiGIF0csV-w7w5_G5wV6tXMH8hTP_fImSwz0y8dC_KtJ6sCsrKwr637r2ByHHQTcAxoQ/s320/Victory.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653516545739794" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am proud that I could give my parents VIP seats for the Graduating Ceremony of Basic Military training. But behind the achievement, behind the award, I can only being thankful of God's goodness, be grateful of my platoon's support. To me there are things just more important than this award but I know... Its for me... I am grateful. Its a different season, but being a Better Ma</span>n.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-16685702409947841652009-08-23T14:48:00.004+08:002009-08-23T15:10:51.647+08:00Encouragement<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There are situations or victories that encourages you in life, for me this week its been a whole list. Getting gold for IPPT, completing SOC in good time and alive, improving not just physically but being moulded in character. All I can only point back to God's greatness </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzK7jI-qQxH3gb6escERf8Q-THrPOH8vHJzHjm0jFlhQh44-Zz5EB2c5enx8W_djrLmKjyy6Ie2tJjcopP85ssHvj-d7WwNLCL72QOINey-JBdsT5LaKlfY1-NcrEH69b6M_zi0w/s320/3373.p15-circleprayer.jpg.image.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373051803581498354" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">But the cream of the crop is this. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Rallied the Christians and started a prayer group.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"> Met more than 3 times this week not just to pray for ourselves but for God's purposes reveal to us, his presents to be given to us and his presence to be with us. A group of 6 being intentional to stand in the gap, to be the salt and light and to be the beacon of light, hope and love in a dry and difficult arena. How can I not give thanks? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">I remember to be a Thirst Quencher, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">a call is to create a culture of encouragement. Not jsut to encourage but TO BE encouraged. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Lord U are Good.</span></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-20743835438783299062009-08-08T22:30:00.004+08:002009-08-09T21:46:31.776+08:00Wilderness<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">When one describes wilderness what is it like? Trees? Boars? Annoying insects? Perharps but lets talk about something more through my outfield xperience.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUjppezXydOmbD7vRCmI50-YhA9NggjwJlf1gX-aP-m_0Xuxpd-FArHzjQsMzX6PwlUf12DTq_s380n2loYYJEVA-8VWIZ6Vuvzu8Y7hVktuuhzmTymXV5Twfw1qt8vqbxfAdeA/s1600-h/3140090424_e489d2f824.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUjppezXydOmbD7vRCmI50-YhA9NggjwJlf1gX-aP-m_0Xuxpd-FArHzjQsMzX6PwlUf12DTq_s380n2loYYJEVA-8VWIZ6Vuvzu8Y7hVktuuhzmTymXV5Twfw1qt8vqbxfAdeA/s320/3140090424_e489d2f824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367959136759897666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If you do not know yet I am already botak and defending my country. It has been a month, adapting to the training, people and lifestyle. As said in my previous post, I am sure my time there is not just a time of </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">counting the days but making the days count.</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Outfield (basically a week in the jungle with missions and heavy training WITH NO BATHING FACILITIES ETC) as said by Josh is the crucible of every Recruit and I understand why. if one stress threshold isnt high, he may break emotionally and physically. Face always kissing the floor, rifles always on our ankles and our hands with blood. It's no suprise that I see people break. The wilderness of the heart, no control, no drive, worse...no hope.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAs7DQgz1AlH2E9jtCXyunHESghKOCG4YZdA8BZObETKe0Lw0R3vCf80VGkeaw3Lav7U8Hk73ztRO3wL2uw8NBjCNaCcGtMo_sw8ML6UDeC_EdH5V_rQs269pqZiv2LoOxmbDoQ/s1600-h/331013979_69fb99c830.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAs7DQgz1AlH2E9jtCXyunHESghKOCG4YZdA8BZObETKe0Lw0R3vCf80VGkeaw3Lav7U8Hk73ztRO3wL2uw8NBjCNaCcGtMo_sw8ML6UDeC_EdH5V_rQs269pqZiv2LoOxmbDoQ/s320/331013979_69fb99c830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367959128762525058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">My time in wild was not just one memorable but one that sharpens my senses, character and mindset. To always think of the welfare of the platoon but yet balancing out the necessary push that they need. Encouraging them through each trial but on the same time challenging them to do it right. The 4</span></span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">th</span></span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> day was truly the test for me as my worst was shown on that day, as fatigue and pain overtake me. I was quieter less joyful, unable to help my buddies when I could no get the job done well discourages me more. Wilderness has taken over my heart but at the same time a ray of light was shone. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">The best of me during that week was on that same day as well, as one of my section mate was down and in tears while high-kneeling, 2 buddies and myself supported him up TO stay in position as he was going down. This image was instill in my mind, this is how it should be like. This is what I am here to do. I was also reminded as water was little I offered all to my buddies, It was a symbollic and prophetic act that I am reminded once again I AM A THIRST QUENCHER.</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div></span><p></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">The night was solemn as all were in tears reading the letters of our love ones. Missing home, having a new appreciation of our loved ones and the comfort we have. I really appreciate those people who wrote the letters as they empower me through the week. Update more soon. Sit Test This week :D</span></span></span></span></p> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-48184978662631622332009-07-08T21:59:00.001+08:002009-07-08T22:03:41.221+08:00Thirst Quencher<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Its gonna be some time before I blog again because by the time u see this I should be on my way serving the nation. As I prepare for the next two years ahead, the word I received from God on my birthday for me was this.</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); ">1 Chronicles 11:17</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); ">David longed for water and said," Oh, that someone would get me a drink of water from the well near the gate of Bethlehem!" So the Three broke through the Philistine lines, drew water from the well near the gate of Bethlehem and carried it back to David.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></span></span><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-6EEPBqJKWGeGL6HMtg6rEzB2SL9IHlR0bIsuTFbM9o0uee8tXeK98DrXwKTr3s3j2WEqiUF3EDOVvH9Efvyyng_gUlPF0X5HLjUH5EEapafc8v31281E0niRBKrN430CcpxrA/s1600-h/577429359_d1822ea056.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-6EEPBqJKWGeGL6HMtg6rEzB2SL9IHlR0bIsuTFbM9o0uee8tXeK98DrXwKTr3s3j2WEqiUF3EDOVvH9Efvyyng_gUlPF0X5HLjUH5EEapafc8v31281E0niRBKrN430CcpxrA/s320/577429359_d1822ea056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350818026805368210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Reading Chronicles has always been tiring and mundane, yet somehow as the Holy Spirit teaches, this verse was pressed into my heart. (So exciting knowing God's inspired word from new perspectives and understanding) As I spend those times with him, seeking, discerning he unravel the meaning of the verse to me. Speaking what this new season is about. The season of quenching thirst.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;">1) Satisfying thirst - To be like the Three<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;">As I think about it thirst can be categorised into spiritual thirst and physical thirst. Spiritual thirst consist of a thirst for purpose, joy, love, righteousness and justice. Physical thirst consist of poverty, physical needs in their/family lives. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The call is simple, to meet the needs of the men, committed to the well-being, being that blessing and encouragement to them. Quenching the thirsty.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJrCTCcjqMKp590AubR9qmui3jy6Jm1df5agEKQ8Ca0DOvWUP6JXGmqyYlFXi0Bi2pxjR5c3cp6RHwuve1LwvrV4OshVYHR7HAzlJk2U3ZKnY8RSkHpo0aeElgnOyYkvNEwCT4Q/s1600-h/4181_196204285252_526955252_6757562_2778255_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJrCTCcjqMKp590AubR9qmui3jy6Jm1df5agEKQ8Ca0DOvWUP6JXGmqyYlFXi0Bi2pxjR5c3cp6RHwuve1LwvrV4OshVYHR7HAzlJk2U3ZKnY8RSkHpo0aeElgnOyYkvNEwCT4Q/s320/4181_196204285252_526955252_6757562_2778255_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355396551979253426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">2) Creating the Environment of selflessness - To be among the Mighty men</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">(Last pic with hair) Those 3 were concern of the welfare of David. He didn't order or requested water but it was a complain, a whine. And these Three pounced into action, battling down the Philistines to draw water. The philistines of this age would be principalities, mundaness, shallow thinking, norm conforming and diluted morals/values. Yenn asked me as I share my word, How am I able to do it? To be honest I think there r no concrete solutions but really powerful methods to create an environment of selflessness? Be aware and sensitive, to excel (as I become good at something I would be in a better position to help) and being the example are just the tip of the iceberg. I have to live it out, respond to my salvation and be that salt & light.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">3) Recognizing my value - To be like David</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">In this perspective, I see myself as David. The one in need, the one thirsting. And the 3 represents the Trinity. How they broke through hell to fill that void in my heart or satisfying my thirst. David response was he poured it out before someone more deserving which is to God. And this SHOULD be my response that I offer and pour out my heart back to them or to the people. Always remember this because I believe this is really the call in each area of our lives and that is </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"To be saved cost me nothing, to be a disciple will cost me everything."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEFAk24lY7JCm2obI6OeJTParF8BYWHU6-IoAb8tWbwS7Dkhl9DcD-66_E8hpFmUSQZ4VQG4djaax73S2VLcwH0dBlUoOxT1WzhTcPJjlbcmZGnAA_fLtntfkmAkPNFZUzmUnNA/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEFAk24lY7JCm2obI6OeJTParF8BYWHU6-IoAb8tWbwS7Dkhl9DcD-66_E8hpFmUSQZ4VQG4djaax73S2VLcwH0dBlUoOxT1WzhTcPJjlbcmZGnAA_fLtntfkmAkPNFZUzmUnNA/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356089590611532562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 186px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">wanted to go in with a Physical goal just like my Ironman, but I decided to go in with a spiritual one this year. The reason being, I can be very goal driven, good side is regardless of obstacles or discouragement (by God's grace and encouragement) I b persevering or discipline enough to achieve it.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> The</span> bad side, I can b so consumed with it that I missed out the important thing, which is the People.</span></span><br /></div></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Luke 2:52 And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and men.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Stature means high level of respect gained by impressive development and achievement. And with my spiritual goal in place, being the best or running faster or winning people the physical goals will come.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAf3GTFQMwQfgkRZODghDJldVN9nS8sDmmVypKxPaSw5IYbnCS8FIS4q9V7mN6YX_rcot0n3TNOdSB2FM_nuCy-k1DUca4HiGjTNdF9Vnqz4iRQTLlBPx8VSvnc4-SuYfjjgOljw/s1600-h/2901456918_c5cccd6238.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAf3GTFQMwQfgkRZODghDJldVN9nS8sDmmVypKxPaSw5IYbnCS8FIS4q9V7mN6YX_rcot0n3TNOdSB2FM_nuCy-k1DUca4HiGjTNdF9Vnqz4iRQTLlBPx8VSvnc4-SuYfjjgOljw/s320/2901456918_c5cccd6238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355396557352719426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Lastly my encouragement to all of you is this, EVEN as u pour out your water to them, using your own water to fight the overwhelming fire. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BUT GOD SENDS THE RAIN</span></span>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">(I wonder how this can speak to u because it slingshots me to what's ahead)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Guys this is the end of my sermon, See u all soon. :D I will have and be the testimony there.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> I am a Thirst Quencher</span><br /></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></span></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-47519277655118435092009-07-07T01:19:00.004+08:002009-07-07T02:47:19.260+08:00Is smoking a sin?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I try to keep this short as possible, I have been a spree writing "sermon-like" posts because experienced alot of very refreshing teachings. My dear friend Fideliaaaaa a.k.a Fee the Sky Slammer, Sky Shooter and Sky Conqueror, love to discuss with me and knows that I have a knack for theological questions. So she asked me whether Smoking is a sin?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4OOCLL4UWn4shwVkOD8t4DYJNbeZwbMVubLyXHdE3w68h-UIiOH9Ic0Dc6peTKkjVv03bX7shfFYd8JfEDES0IBwNMx12TALb_buvJnHn9ev86PYcX9XsDCNPRpKl84iK7qH6w/s1600-h/287657655_04650d32d1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4OOCLL4UWn4shwVkOD8t4DYJNbeZwbMVubLyXHdE3w68h-UIiOH9Ic0Dc6peTKkjVv03bX7shfFYd8JfEDES0IBwNMx12TALb_buvJnHn9ev86PYcX9XsDCNPRpKl84iK7qH6w/s320/287657655_04650d32d1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420163124429794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); ">So we are going to discuss and share what people love and will say</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">1. Smoking is never stated in the bible</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Yes its true, its not stated</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">2. Theres alot of perspectives why smoking can be or is a sin (I have no jurisdiction to say what is right or wrong neither do alot of people. BUT I am say the answer that makes the most sense)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Yes Smoking is a sin. Because!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">a) IF Smoking harms u (which we know it does), and if u believe 1 Corinthians holds true, our Body is a holy vessel and temple of the Lord. It goes against what Paul is teaching, and how does it benefit u if it physically harms u?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">b)IF Smoking is an addiction (which we also know it is), shouldn't we be living life free from bondage? Again 1 Corinthians say We will not be mastered by anything, Or another word it says we will not be brought under the power of any. If Christ truly set us free from bondage. Why live it any longer through a stick? Addiction doesn't benefit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">c) IF smoking really helps to destress, give pleasure or bond with other people. My question is this, do u really need a burning stick to achieve all that? Why do people who dun smoke is healthier and seem to be as vibrant physically, socially and mentally?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">3. Last point perhaps the most important. EVEN GOD doesn't say anything about smoking literally, directly in the bible but does that mean you do not apply christian principles to your life?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jhq0Q1ljPZzUpqwZJMukqYZZa4aTbbQ-51gOS9HmyiiLotxAdztgiQPm-Yiu4LK-Vkpj32vsl5vIY0IfHKDNZsFfc_gEr0qip4Rr9kU9TBQX_AdOvr8fK8AKfy-l4cQLiL13pA/s1600-h/anti-smoking-26.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jhq0Q1ljPZzUpqwZJMukqYZZa4aTbbQ-51gOS9HmyiiLotxAdztgiQPm-Yiu4LK-Vkpj32vsl5vIY0IfHKDNZsFfc_gEr0qip4Rr9kU9TBQX_AdOvr8fK8AKfy-l4cQLiL13pA/s320/anti-smoking-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420171336146242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Smoking is not a moral issue or an ethical one so Christians SHOULD not say it is especially when its such a gray issue. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Now I can say all this points and find ways to argue it, because I LOVE to argue against my own understanding and reasons, to test whether its true. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But I believe this is the argument which made the MOST sense.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEboAoHEXt-HgN-FsFv5eivu4ouh6Qm7eTLR4KguTlvuSpIAVTTRFKtvV-JZ2HbelM9kQC04npRIU47zItAvJSUe2JX10f_bhtXO3CDd-syNH4sLW8ZA_xoyWe7RFMf0uMjn9rkQ/s1600-h/anti-smoking-25.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEboAoHEXt-HgN-FsFv5eivu4ouh6Qm7eTLR4KguTlvuSpIAVTTRFKtvV-JZ2HbelM9kQC04npRIU47zItAvJSUe2JX10f_bhtXO3CDd-syNH4sLW8ZA_xoyWe7RFMf0uMjn9rkQ/s320/anti-smoking-25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420164871952738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">While Fee the Sky slayer, pointed out something which I didn't dare to say because of its consequence. Fee got iron guts. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Everything that is not addressed directly in the bible IS SUBJECTIVE but what is your personal conviction?"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. Now please understand our stand, we are ONLY talking about gray issues (Clubbing, in appropriate clothing, excessive drinking, and my favorite Non-christian</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> relationships)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">So we as humans THINK we very smart, A + B = CONFIRM</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Like Permissible & Beneficial + Temple = Shouldn't smoke</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Or Stumbling + Guarding brothers' heart = Shouldn't wear indecently to church</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Hahaha super interesting right? Its the same of whether we should wear jeans or shorts to church. Or whether we can date more than one person at a time? The end of the day we have to ask ourselves... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">What's the rationale behind that choice? And would it be Christ-like in my PERSONAL response</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-30464525649708505792009-07-04T00:29:00.005+08:002009-07-06T01:08:20.665+08:00Feelings<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Just because we do not feel loved, or we do not feel that He's with us doesn't mean its true.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"> As humans we enjoy Feelings. The sorrow, the pain, the joy and the laughter, its what makes us the image of God, its what makes us more than rocks and pebbles.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPPuXPbOt3nVBaO1vWIw6OslOG9bgIsi8QbCYEqOCSAZII8C-gqZ1y70nryBHEsHIS9pbgrApnpEP0fozuhF-LK3Se455ZwX_DaYrjAHxOleoVX4ex_WGByQ9aQf7sQpRNBhQmQ/s1600-h/3219279710_1a373a7ebb.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPPuXPbOt3nVBaO1vWIw6OslOG9bgIsi8QbCYEqOCSAZII8C-gqZ1y70nryBHEsHIS9pbgrApnpEP0fozuhF-LK3Se455ZwX_DaYrjAHxOleoVX4ex_WGByQ9aQf7sQpRNBhQmQ/s320/3219279710_1a373a7ebb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354284610877306034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But the danger is this, which a lot of us stumble upon. Is when we based our logic, knowledge and perspectives on something so inconsistent like feelings. Example, I may not feel loved does that mean I am not loved? No... God's word is still true He love u so much he gave his one and only son. Our faith can be so established because its on something so consistent and secure like His word or His love or His faith for us.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-n2pPxUoamwjawfgr0AIoHvsTRiyyV4u0G7-FLY9b-zM4LEammQywLYdKAvD0ceBJWVReR9k8hLzRKFJZvohLzJ7L-iU6wQ4OWXNpnIw0dKMfhwfc69xHD3JxXPaxqNyDLn593w/s1600-h/1452191017_d3a75edd30.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-n2pPxUoamwjawfgr0AIoHvsTRiyyV4u0G7-FLY9b-zM4LEammQywLYdKAvD0ceBJWVReR9k8hLzRKFJZvohLzJ7L-iU6wQ4OWXNpnIw0dKMfhwfc69xHD3JxXPaxqNyDLn593w/s320/1452191017_d3a75edd30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354284602360838978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Which brings me to the next point. The difference of being "in love" and "to love". I remember in my secondary school days a lot of my friends would question us guys why after courting the girl, the passion or zeal to be with her or do things for her dwindles. The answer is because </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">eing "IN Love" is a FEELING. It is a noble and beautiful feeling, it moves from just friendship to courtship, the heart racing, the blushing, its the explosion that starts it. But as glorious as it is, its still a feeling.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Now ceasing being "in love" does not mean ceasing "to love". To love moves from just feelings to things that LASTS that are ETERNAL like commitment, principles, character-development and more importantly towards the purpose that God has intended for both of u. </span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Our morals, virtues, faith can only be established if you based it on something established. So what are u based on?</span></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></div></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-70481741283276782982009-06-25T22:19:00.004+08:002009-06-25T23:10:01.542+08:00He keeps my company<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTHSP9sL41gHGIwLSuJCLmANsxqK9KQ6kpavSHpOvx8zHTJ8DfyHql5UJ7x1nqa7wBG87VAKHI5-umEIT7VereVDhJxIuvRLW19QnQMzk4eS1rGMrcQule61tIbTH4SZjHFkq5A/s1600-h/2967048385_4cde01988e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTHSP9sL41gHGIwLSuJCLmANsxqK9KQ6kpavSHpOvx8zHTJ8DfyHql5UJ7x1nqa7wBG87VAKHI5-umEIT7VereVDhJxIuvRLW19QnQMzk4eS1rGMrcQule61tIbTH4SZjHFkq5A/s320/2967048385_4cde01988e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351282590748136770" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Sometimes as I stand by the sea, I yearn nothing more than the rain on my face, the sound of waves and the clouds above me. God is so good. He keeps me company.</span></span><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-80560505425839408312009-06-13T21:08:00.006+08:002009-06-13T21:35:37.213+08:00TYA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSawJuPT4uji3rB1CZS3VBqyhTsIRMn7suxDMth8rzgz2aFt02w6gf-CtfMZNhyXcLuOG8MAgyUVdACGUsEEOtMOeAi_aIV_iNy74tpYF4vhAruRfchyDFGTnQepRtPykBkhxiw/s1600-h/4894_130845405872_556745872_3252703_1361523_n.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mark 2<br />Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">carried by four of them. Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus and, after digging through it, lowered the mat the paralyzed man was lying on. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic,” Son, your sins are forgiven.”</span></span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;">The word for the season of my life just before army. These four men has taught me alot which I told God this is who I want and need to be. They possess an irrational commitment and act for the well-being of one person. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); ">I am not here committed to the camp but to the lives of the children. Committed to meet their needs, committed to impart right values but more importantly committed to love.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); ">When the friends brought the paralyzed man Jesus saw their faith.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "> It was not the faith of the broken man he saw, but by the faith of the 4 people who brought him.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "> And I ask for that same faith, that commitment faith to see the lives of these children touched.</span></span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSYiQayaOrpXZPfe65QsrIXjqBUMmczKpgP03fEc_PwV_f4B02Bq81uha9Z6dQ4iZi_YfMQb1aW3Yne5gxV80kqxQ1Cal6JGBdruoNoiM9IEVryVyHZrTogsMX3L2kTJnK1pjQQ/s320/4894_130787140872_556745872_3251574_6526242_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346800071315650706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); ">In this camp, the two things I took home was this. One, I am not suppose to just be committed to have faith in my God. Two, Trust sometimes does not need to be earned, but given. During the rope climb and structured experience, one was perilous as their safety could b compromised another was a obstacle of fear in the way of the children. I committed to have faith in my children climbing the rope or putting their hand into the box of insects. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); ">To believe they can do it, to believe they are brave that they are more than conquerers. And they did.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "> With the sweat on their brows and the tears in their eyes I have seen them overcome. The power I seen to believe in my children, believe for them and more importantly believe with them.</span></span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSawJuPT4uji3rB1CZS3VBqyhTsIRMn7suxDMth8rzgz2aFt02w6gf-CtfMZNhyXcLuOG8MAgyUVdACGUsEEOtMOeAi_aIV_iNy74tpYF4vhAruRfchyDFGTnQepRtPykBkhxiw/s320/4894_130845405872_556745872_3252703_1361523_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346801538156799394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); ">Soon, I realize, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); ">the trust they have for me was not earned but given</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); ">. As they climb the ropes, I made sure my hands were ready to catch them. These children believed, trusted in me when I did not earn it, when I could fail, when I could just let go. Such faith in a child to believe in someone they barely know. Is it really just because I am an adult or they do not have a choice? Or could it be child-likeness?</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJthbA9CkhLyfUbXOCAMrEuBW2993uZHM6DyqwgpHYwM38S8nbb04bparBlhAGLTQUa0IUPHQLPTCY9_3X-70NWdWPTqe2SjJoro3Oyd-DaqsLYEdRfEbdvF4H_SZJORpE2uIhQ/s1600-h/4894_130787690872_556745872_3251662_3845705_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJthbA9CkhLyfUbXOCAMrEuBW2993uZHM6DyqwgpHYwM38S8nbb04bparBlhAGLTQUa0IUPHQLPTCY9_3X-70NWdWPTqe2SjJoro3Oyd-DaqsLYEdRfEbdvF4H_SZJORpE2uIhQ/s320/4894_130787690872_556745872_3251662_3845705_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346800077777910098" /></a></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); ">The most memorable thing for me during this camp was during the structured experience. Holding the hands of the children, sensing the fear, and struggle in their hearts. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); ">I held their hands and told them, “as long as my hands are here with u, nothing will happen to you.” Most of them trusted, while others requires more courage, but ALL needed hands to hold. And I realize... How am I so like them, in the midst of darkness, fear, uncertainty. He holds my hands, he whispers “as long as I am for you, who can be against u?” Occasionally, I trusted. There were times I shrink. But he still encourages like how we all did for the children. He still held my hand when I feared.</span></span><br /></div></span></span><span style="font-style:italic;"></span><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-31994844116495402782009-05-31T23:42:00.004+08:002009-06-01T00:13:59.333+08:00Fanning the flame, lifting high your name<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">The Peter who denies Christ on the fire on Friday night</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Will proclaim him with tongues on fire on Sunday Pentecost.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FBm5-Tx-izPab9NI8kN-8TkHzMDeb3KnQUdiBj4kE7-pulf289ZhyphenhyphenPyEaQJzh-5NC1SgdPr4w1B0yTaVGwnffuSo2UuoMSgx54_F-QZr-X6yjOz7HRI9j7H60V03cUz55T2HRQ/s320/408969089_1bdc145ccb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342018464628298082" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">In my heart these days, there has been a fire that can't be tamed. I am not satisfied with the condition of my heart, in the comfort of things, the brokenness around me. I can see it, I can just FEEL sorry about it. But now... What am I gonna do about it?<br /><br />The yearning of Christ-like character, the seeking of wisdom and understanding, the enlarging of my heart. What am I gonna do about it? Hahaha I need some time </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">ALONE</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"> to answer the too many questions in my head, the problem with this I am so caught up with knowing answers, receiving understanding but I do not RESPOND. and stick to being in my own little world in my head. (which scarily I enjoy) So... Sky what are you gonna do about it?</span></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-66193335167718998302009-05-25T00:37:00.009+08:002009-05-26T01:27:24.717+08:00This is not right, this is not fair<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Its been awhile since I got discouraged or got disheartened. Big influence circle, platforms and constant sowing. Yet I still see lives being broken, life's void being filled with poison and values being compromised or rejected. I cried out for them, this is not right, this is not fair. The seeds are sowed, why are the soil so hard, fruits so small or none. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4IOjV1XIlq55VQxBEnVfF7B7ptSoEuR3eAm2RHt68awiVU9nW1hUvs5XMTPTE6uXIfW5-e-BDonmRYiipNc70mqqJmCNzC3Z1tORkFizFt6r5YxIJ9dnr1mz7NDRunEzc7vVaA/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339451673949066562" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Have I not impart anything to them? Am I just another nice man? Have I just become a pious man and just that. I grieved, I can take the discouragement and labels.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Evil... Sin... Have u ever wonder why a loving God hates it so much? How can it be the same God who died for us, hates. Because simply, it leads to self-destruction. He loves us too much to let us dwell in it longer. It destroys, it ruins, it demolishes life to death. As I pour out my heart, to feel his touch. His voice. "One by One"... One by One...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJ0KuM6VvZWbl4BXfSG3E723wLWICIRq8jtLDrAyoGQEt7QHRUvSW5bPmTIwVJDtWVKPop7OYohsXcSNnFo3a38zSqikx_7Lic9-urHe-Ll7gMdCnwGylBCAd10FZXY3yEpKgGA/s1600-h/2902139707_5147ddc35b.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJ0KuM6VvZWbl4BXfSG3E723wLWICIRq8jtLDrAyoGQEt7QHRUvSW5bPmTIwVJDtWVKPop7OYohsXcSNnFo3a38zSqikx_7Lic9-urHe-Ll7gMdCnwGylBCAd10FZXY3yEpKgGA/s320/2902139707_5147ddc35b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339814051076252578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Is my love for them not strong enough, hope for them not high enough, faith in them not firm enough? NO! For even a faith as small as a mustard seed moves mountains, I want to save the world, but like Jesus I have to start with one and than to another. It is not Finished. I don't need to see it to believe it. I don't need to see to believe it</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></div>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-6444749880543422542009-05-23T19:44:00.005+08:002009-05-23T19:58:36.141+08:00When the grace limits<span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Dear Sky,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">I am writing in response to this morning's request for forgiveness. I'm sorry to inform you that you have reached your quota of sins. Our records shows that since employing our services, you have erred XXXXX in the area of lust, hatred, greed. Your prayer life is substandard when compared to others of like age and circumstance.</span></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KMWZO4lNU1QVV8BFxaFYhV0fjJvcdnrvj0EzYRm5-M4IqZrUKt_CjEEenh3GtGsOdsb5ST38naEb3d13i33vEDd5VRVGDHZ0ZcQVKbuWGhTlNrrxfisMEYzQzY7WQs4hlwlNdQ/s320/489906921_f7913cff88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338987336120415330" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Further review reveals tat your understanding of doctrine is in the lower 20 percentile and you have excessive tendencies to stumble and fall. Because of your sins you are a high risk candidate for heaven. You understand that grace has limits. Jesus sends his regrets and kindest regards and hopes that you will find some other form of coverage.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">If grace had limits. If He doesn't dismiss or assume our sin. If his grace wasn't sufficient. This letter is for me. The Peter who denies Christ at tonight's fire may proclaim him with fire at tomorrow's Pentecost. The power... of grace...</span></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-57397528645419855312009-05-02T21:02:00.006+08:002009-05-03T16:20:06.170+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMMytZPX_outsoATXKpyr9aQWXuDY1RiXs6_y1u253TlOlyB2dPmr3KR-Uvhfs9u6_0NhNOoH6onic2Y_A0oi53t2SFLdAE0L5q7fZvXVWpa9YKge9s2Z18Ev05k41IyBFBDUsg/s1600-h/2902018229_26aaf45fdd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMMytZPX_outsoATXKpyr9aQWXuDY1RiXs6_y1u253TlOlyB2dPmr3KR-Uvhfs9u6_0NhNOoH6onic2Y_A0oi53t2SFLdAE0L5q7fZvXVWpa9YKge9s2Z18Ev05k41IyBFBDUsg/s400/2902018229_26aaf45fdd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220514352860722" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mark 2</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, carried by four of them. Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus and after digging through it, lowered the mat the paralyzed man was lying on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This was the verse that fueled my season of work in Deloitte. These 4 men has something that I want. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They possess and act on an irrational commitment to the well-being of a friend. The mat represents brokenness. I believe this was one of the moments, as when Jesus look up to the hold they met, the sweat and grime over their face. This is humanity in its finest moments. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Bringing my friends to feel the touch of Jesus. Committing to going the extra mile to show love and concern. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMQb7qjdR9UscjRNF_ypppI7qgk8Ih0NiQRQ6RDzaxrotixcEFTYJ7pozqHsKFLbiQtZ8c1hoU1MFKoTgcSzlbs966ER823JpF7ZTqu9kZHeFxwJIgTkEQuAWln06ZdvpUNur3A/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220517440011922" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOH_giuW_SosUeLGF0FcZ_tCjNIW44fJZWkwjqQ3hXY_n-FysRcs9NoFplOHK7uUhi3iwzeLFxTa-JLKhLc5TcOpn_vPvIVVn4iRRFWN-fBCOS00uo-K7HNiZXwhzKGnrmD6a1w/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmOH_giuW_SosUeLGF0FcZ_tCjNIW44fJZWkwjqQ3hXY_n-FysRcs9NoFplOHK7uUhi3iwzeLFxTa-JLKhLc5TcOpn_vPvIVVn4iRRFWN-fBCOS00uo-K7HNiZXwhzKGnrmD6a1w/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220511068909266" /></a><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A lot things have been happening, and this is one of them. I am proud of my juniors which has a newly-formed team of 40 people on paper and 20 regulars coming to train. The team has never gone so big and I am encouraged. This is the legacy I have left behind. Talking to the newly appointed President, his struggles with pressure and expectations are so real and able to relate. We have achieved many, perhaps even too much. To see this legacy to be greater than the last not just on achievements but on character has been my desire. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><br /></span></div></span>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28703686.post-39314400428642249292009-04-22T20:36:00.003+08:002009-04-22T21:50:01.240+08:00One Above Productions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHIKJ-AOuy9Ssy4sfKLwaLnUHCycfp0YEcrH-xLMeK9_jedJpOZQtKbVQVDeUzMh55EHzOiOAVGiXb_K0srNgKq16h01lg2q4drTB7amZ74-H5k-9vVchWoF-lQvr7LqXVE-TvA/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHIKJ-AOuy9Ssy4sfKLwaLnUHCycfp0YEcrH-xLMeK9_jedJpOZQtKbVQVDeUzMh55EHzOiOAVGiXb_K0srNgKq16h01lg2q4drTB7amZ74-H5k-9vVchWoF-lQvr7LqXVE-TvA/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512605555557394" /></a>Sky A Jesus Loverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409687103023997981noreply@blogger.com0