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Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you.I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your heart be troubled, do not be afraid.John 14:27Funny, that's the exact two things I am feeling now. haha Damn the mask. I just want to fade into oblivion; I just want to be ordinary.I am the vine, you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit. Apart from me, he can

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Home alone, Christian music, heavy rain; an insane amount of time to think of a mountain of things.

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"I was converted in November 1825, but I only came into the full surrender of the heart four years later, in July 1829. The love of money was gone, the love of place was gone, the love of position was gone, the love of worldly pleasures and engagements was gone. God, God alone became my portion.I found my all in Him; I wanted nothing else. And by the grace of God this has remained, and has made

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Check out the twitter part. wow.

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When I look into my heart, I see the depths of Hell.-Billy GrahamIt's not glory and power we experience first when we draw closer to the LORD, it's utter darkness crushing us, exposing our wretched sinfulness, dragging us to our knees.

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Who you are determines what you see.What you see determines what you pursue.What you pursue determines who you become.There can be no progress without pain.

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Hope is what pushes us on.

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http://triathlete-europe.competitor.com/2010/05/14/david-goggins-toughest-athlete-planet/"Nevertheless, he’s living the spirit of Ironman to the utmost, discovering just how much he can do. Every day, he’s up and running by 3 a.m. After a 20-mile run, he bikes 20 miles to work. He runs at lunch, if he can. Then it’s back home (on the bike, of course) to join his wife for weight training in the

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For the first time in 1 and a half years, I have Release. Thank You LORD.ARGH. I'm eating my lunch in my front of my computer while typing this post and I can't hold back the tears. Crazy day. Ah what the heck, I have to let it out, so I might as well let it out here since there's no one I can talk to right now. Today I took part in the Standard Charted Full Marathon, 42.195km. It's the first

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Jesus Christ, Guard my heart. Amen.

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Be still and know that I am God,I will be exalted among the nations,I will be exalted in the Earth.Psalm 46:10

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When we speak the gospel, we need to LIVE the gospel.When was the last time I poured buckets of tears?Sunday morning, headed to church for service at 11.Normal day, nothing special.Sat down alone, didn't feel like talking.Just wanted to be quiet.Worship started, I sang; no spark. Just praising God out of pure gratitude.No overflowing emotions. Just another day. Except that it wasn't.My heart was

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Bring me to my knees. Cast not a malevolent eye, shall I.Forgive me Lord my judgmental spirit,open my eyes and grant me understanding to your loving ways, for you oppose the proud and give grace to the humble.

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Do you believe in second chances?

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I am optimistic in Him; not just optimistic, I am certain. I'm just not optimistic about everything else. Fairy tales don't exist. Only Heaven does.There was nothing optimistic about Jesus being tortured enough to die 5 times. Nothing optimistic about the way Jesus perspired blood the night before His crucifixion. Definitely nothing optimistic about the way a crown of poisoned thorns was put on

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"When I'm feeling sad, I just stop being sad and start being awesome." -Barney Stinson, How I met your mother.

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"Constant chatter, even if we are talking about God, can drown out God's voice."Sometimes, we just need to be quiet.

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So Moses and Aaron said to all the Israelites, “In the evening you will know that it was the LORD who brought you out of Egypt...Exodus 16:6“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”John 16:33

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Love the LORD your God with all your Heart, Soul, Mind and Strength. Mark 12:30

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Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. According to the Lord's own word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left till the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede

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Because I'm one of them. I'm human.

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Everything is starting to settle down, I have 6 months left till I ORD and the future looks positively bright! (: 16 months ago, 28th April 2010, I enlisted for National Service, since then it seems like a hurricane hit me and life has just been a whirlwind of scattered events with varying significance. In these 16 months God has poured on me a torrent of lessons. I don't intend to be attending

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Our God, is an AWESOME God.

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But we know that the LORD understands everything we are going through. There are times family, friends; BEST friends, church friends, cell members, ministry leaders, lay leaders; there are times, no one understands. They don't get it. They can't. They think you're complaining, they think you're soft, they think you've got to grow up. And they're right; but they don't understand, that growing up

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Hebrews 11:11-14New International Version (NIV)11 And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise. 12 And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore. 13 All these people were still living by faith

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Volition.

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I need a paradigm change. I need to wake up.I need to stop concentrating on the things I don't have or can't do.And start giving thanks for the things I have, and start living my life with the things I CAN do.I want to smile, inside.

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I feel like a rough object being refined by sandpaper; every time the paper rubs my coarse surface, a part of me falls off, energy leaks out like a running tap. It really was supposed to be the best 2 years of my life. Why me?Every time I'm this worn out, this discouraged and downcast, I start to ask God why, why me. But shouldn't I be asking myself 'why?'; why can't I see how good God has been.

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There comes a point in your spiritual walk, that you hear something really strange from the LORD, but somehow, you just KNOW it is from Him. Then you go on with your day, and a random passage you come across speaks about the exact same thing.Then you return home and your devotional material speaks about the exact same thing. Then you'll know, you know that God spoke, and you know that you heard.

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What if you don't want them to be healed?

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Love. Humility. Wisdom; in that order LORD, that is all I ask for.At any time, at any moment, should pride enter my heart, I earnestly pray Oh LORD, that You ruthlessly rip it out. All credit, all recognition, all affirmation I direct to You oh LORD, may I never forget how unworthy I am, saved undeservedly by a God so mighty, so loving, so everlastingly merciful.I pray for my family.For my cell

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Sometimes, something stares you in the face but you don't see it till someone points it out to you. It never occurred to me that the Hebrew structuring of a day was night/day rather than day/night. But there it is in the creation account. Genesis 1:31 reads: "God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day. (NIV)" The sixth day,

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I will not give up.

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While my passion for climbing led me to scale that one particular peak, my fall helped me reach much greater heights, shaping my outlook on the world, and leading me to the advice that I give to all of my students and that I want to share with you.Relax.The combined demands of career and family(relationships and friendships) can be very stressful, I know. But no matter where you are personally or

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We learn how to trust God best, only when we have no other choice.Dear God, I'm weak, not very smart, not very capable, not very upright, not very honest, not very loving but yet very proud. I just want to live a simple quiet life. Forgive me, help me Lord. Amen.

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'Good and evil both increase at compound interest. That is why the little decisions you and I make everyday are of such infinite importance. The smallest good act today is the capture of a strategic point from which, a few months later, you may be able to go on to victories you never dreamed of. An apparently trivial indulgence in lust or anger today is the loss of a ridge or railway line or

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I gotta learn how to laugh again. Gotta learn how to smile again. Gotta learn how to have fun again.

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On a recent trip, my wife was seated near a mother with a young boy on his first flight. As the plane took off, he exclaimed, "Mom, look how high we are! And everything's getting smaller!" A few minutes later he shouted, "Are those clouds down there? What are they doing under us?" As time passed, other passengers read, dozed and lowered their window shades to watch the in-flight videos. This

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There are so many things on my mind, so many things I want to say. But they just can't come out. Its almost as if there's something stuck at my throat, figuratively speaking since i'm actually typing. Its crazy, the change I've undergone in the last 13 months, has transformed me from a motor-mouth with an opinion for everything under the sun, to a tongue-tied mouse with a demeanor that resembles

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Numb.

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Reminds me of KI.'Naive Realism leads to physics, and physics if true shows that naive realism is false, therefore naive realism if true, is false.'-Bertrand Russell

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On this day 2011 years ago Jesus died for my sins, pouring Grace and Love into the world.Today, I'm saying the prayer for the last time; 2010, my A levels, my NS experience, all the hurt, all the pride, all the memories, all the emotional baggage, all the burden, I commit to You. I'm never looking back.

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It takes effort to be close to your loved ones. Family, friends, the likes. You don't just wake up one morning and feel all tight and cozy with them. There are people in the world who are lovable, agreed; but lovable just doesn't cut it if you don't want just a warm fuzzy feeling. If you want a RELATIONSHIP, you gotta put in effort. Its the same way for God. The only difference is, while the

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I am really really really tired. God help me.

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*From Jerome's blog.

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During summer training camp, the coaches on one football team wore T-shirts intended to urge their players to exert maximum effort. The shirts bore the motto: "Each day you must choose: The pain of discipline or the pain of regret."Discipline is tough - and something we may try to avoid. But in sports and in life, short-term pain is often the only path to long-term gain. In the heat of battle it

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The road was smooth and we were making good progress as we headed for Jay's dad's house in South Carolina. As we drove through the mountains in Tennessee, I began seeing detour signs. But Jay kept going, so i assumed that they didn't apply to us. Shortly before we reached the North Carolina border, we came to a sign that said the highway ahead was closed due to a rock slide. We would have to turn

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There has GOT to be some way I can draw out more than I currently am pathetically drawing from this puny brain of mine.Damn. Why is this so hard. I don't want to spend my whole life asking, what if I had given everything, instead of going through the motions.

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You know God is real in your life when at 12.30am, there is an issue that is troubling you, causing you to be unable to sleep; and a random book from the bible and number appears in your head, you get up to find out what this verse is; and it is JUST the verse you need. Praise God.

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I'll come clean. I'm starting to think the demands are getting more and more ridiculous. I KNOW I'm putting too much pressure on myself, but its justified, considering how lackadaisical I have been in my last 19 years. But there is this belief in my heart, that God wants more from me than I want from myself; I'm starting to feel stretched, starting to feel like I'm moving closer to where I was

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Humility is not thinking less of yourself, It's thinking of yourself less.Humility is not thinking about how flawed you are, It's thinking about how Great God is.Humility is not weakness,It's honesty.Humility is definitely NOT giving up.Humility takes courage.

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My mother who really is my best friend, my father who disciplines me when I'm toeing the line, my lovely sister, my big brotherly big brother. Jeremy Yam, Jerome Chua, Joyyeo, Jenisse, Charisse, Samantha, Bertrand, Daryl, Victor, Lejon, Zachary, TimmyHo, Elissa, Alexyan, Alden, Dingjie, JoelGoh, Reuben, Eric, Isabella, Violet, Sheila, Nicholas, Gabriel, Chenxuan, Ruthyeoh, JeanLim, Liesel, Dina,

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I got up early one morningand rushed right into the day;I had so much to accomplishthat I didn't have time to pray.Problems just tumbled upon me,and heavier each task came,"Why doesn't God help me?"I wondered, He answered, "You didn't ask."I wanted to see joy and beauty,but the day toiled on gray and bleak,I wondered why God didn't show me,He said, "You didn't seek."I tried to come into God's

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My 2 years in AC were eventful. Fun, anger, infatuation, laughter, fatigue, worry, anxiety, stress, drive, apathy, lethargy. Felt it all. Sadly, they were 2 barren years by spiritual standards. Friends say they couldn't tell, but in retrospect I know God was not numero uno in my life. My prayer life sadly non-existent, my quiet time pathetically erratic. My heart, appallingly distant from the

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinkingso that

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If you could turn back time, what would you change? Would you even want to change anything?Why O why, Regret, are you so annoyingly parasitical. What if What if What if. He used to embrace the fight, he had no worries, he had no fears. But nobody told him that if such Arrogance were to meet its apparent match and not face it, if such pride were to one day flee from the battlefield; that the

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After awhile, reading the newspapers becomes depressing. When I started dedicating a specific amount of time each day to read newspapers, I told myself that the knowledge would enable me to pray more, pray for things that mattered, pray for the world, pray like God's heart would. But I don't want to just pray. I want to help. I don't want to just donate. I want to work, I want to get dirty, to

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Normal wounds heal, close up and disappear forever. Some stay unnaturally longer, are unnaturally more painful, but they still heal eventually. Almost all pain lessens; the graphical depiction a descending one. Almost all.This one grows. The memory gets clearer with each passing day. Every other experience gets bumped into consolatory places. The pain defies conventional gravitational law. The

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Yet beyond the paucity and the solitude of the surrounding desert, it was an exultant thought that peeled back the veneer of our self-important delusions. We are not grand because we are at the top of the food chain or because we can alter our environment- the environment will outlast us with its unfathomable forces and unyielding powers. But rather than be bound and defeated by our

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Its amazing how people can change so much in such a short period of time.Life is really unpredictable.

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It is Christ's inexorable persistence to never let us gothat entirely abates all the despair we should have,in place of the hope we do have.

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I was trying to pray, trying to spend time with God, but my migraine was killing me, and random thoughts just kept distracting me. I couldn't focus and God just wasn't at the center of my heart. So I opened my eyes. Maybe my devotion would speak to me? I opened the book. This was the first line that met my eyes;Be still, and know that I am God.Psalm 46:10a

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Got this courtesy of Alex Yan's blog.

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National Service 14th June 2010Maybe I was doing it to drown out the background chatter of the crowd. Maybe I was doing it to seem confident. Maybe I was doing it to show them that I've changed. Maybe I was doing it to convince myself that I've let go. Whatever it is, it was one step forward.A couple of weeks ago, Pastor Eric called me and asked me to help lead Army Cell while he took a 3 months

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He is my God and I will praise Him. (:

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Think about it. If we are honest enough, we'll remember that at different points of our Christian lives we felt like we had grown a great deal(which could actually be true), we felt like we were 'oh I'm Moses now!' mature(which more often than not isn't true) and we felt like even if the world collapsed on us now, we'd still be able to stand on a Grand Canyon plateau and tell the world God

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There are many of us who are outwardly exemplary Christians whose lives reflect that we really don't rely on God but rather on others and ourselves. Its why we struggle with covetousness and jealous feelings toward others who have a better lot in life or more than we have materially. If God were our sufficient source of satisfaction and sustenance, we would reflect contentment with Him and be

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I feel extremely extremely excited for the new year.I feel extremely excited for GenPaul(Young Adults) Ministry.I feel extremely excited for Queenstown Baptist Church.I feel extremely excited for Christians in Singapore.I feel extremely excited for youths.I feel extremely excited.Gotta pray pray pray, PRAY PRAY PRAY! Tell me God's not working. Tell me I'm not seeing what I see.Tell me people are

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Isaiah 57:15 For this is what the high and exalted One says— he who lives forever, whose name is holy:“I live in a high and holy place, but also with the one who is contrite and lowly in spirit,to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.

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Jesus Christ is like an exquisite dish, once you've tasted it, you can't get enough of it, you'll ask for more, you'll yearn for more. Jesus Christ is Love. Not the kind of love you "feel" when your eyes come in contact with that girl across the room and your heart skips a beat. Not the kind of love parents have for a child, ignoring fatigue and lethargy to pick up their little one from school

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2010 was tough, and 2010 is gone. These past few days, God has really hit me, and hit me hard. And I really want to thank God, every year time and time again, we fall during the year and wait till December to rise back up again and proclaim to friends and family of how tough the year was, how we lost track of God, and how He has brought us back this December, but this year it was different for me

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The past is not a barrier, its a springboard.Until we understand that, we'll never appreciate God's hand in our lives.

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There are some things that success is not.It's not fame, its not money or power. Success is waking up in the morning so excited about what you have to do;that you literally fly out the door.Its going to work with people you love.Success is connecting with the world and making people feel.Its finding a way to bind together people who have nothing in common but a dream.Its falling asleep at night

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I'm tired, I'm discouraged, and I'm finding the path very very treacherous.

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The person you think you are, is NOT the person you really are.The person you want to become, is not an achievable destination.The person people think you are, is false yet true. They see what you are oblivious to, yet miss what is subtly crystal clear from within.The person you really are, is a shadow of the person you can become.The person you can become, is not the person you want to be.He/

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When the most renowned full-time missionary alive says that, you'll know how much pride there is in your heart based on your reaction.

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Time.

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And even when your hope is goneMove along, move along;Just to make it through.

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Relative to what happened in Nazi Germany, Chuck Colson recounted what he had seen on network television's 60 minutes:Introducing a recent story about Nazi Adolf Eichmann, a principal architect of the Holocaust, Wallace posed a central question at the program's outset: "How is it possible... for a man to act as Eichmann acted?... Was he a monster? A madman? Or was he perhaps something even more

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Give me faith to overcome this Oh Lord.

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What a waste of time.

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I end every day uttering the same prayer, wake up every morning feeling the same prior drag. Is it regret or simply a lack of faith regarding something i never had control over to begin with; was it my own doing, or that of powers above? I ask myself these unanswerable questions every single day, yet subconsciously i reject the very answers accorded to me from above, I know He's right, yet i

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Because I know no one will understand.

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Random thought; isn't it funny how the Hollywood actors and actresses who act in "true love", "love at first sight", "I'll swim the deepest seas for you, climb the highest mountains", "fairytale love" movies are the exact same ones that have multiple divorces and average 3 different partners every fortnight? Can't the same be said for musicians whose songs lovesick teenagers play 24/7 on their

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We claim to love. We claim to care. We claim to be convicted, to be passionate, to be ready to die for Him. But all that our actions show, sadly, is that we really don't give a damn. When did "a heart after God's own" become a cliche? We utter it with spectacular regularity, yet sincerely mean it with eerie rarity. Is it a Singapore thing? Or are Christians world wide behaving the way we are

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