Sigh, great. I'm suppose to be doing my work, or at least work on it to keep things going.
Instead, I ended up doodling with photoshop. It started with me taking a break from work, and just doing a little doodle to change my msn pic.
Somehow 1 thing led to another. Heh I wanted to try being in a comic, so like that lor. Editing hairstyle in photoshop is fun. =)
Sign of
escapism maybe.
Sigh, surrounded by so great a cloud of...work.
What Is Grace?
“My grace is enough for you. When you are weak, my power is made perfect in you.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
What is grace? It’s what someone gives us out of the goodness of his heart, not out of the perfection of ours. The story of grace is the good news that says that when we come, he gives. That’s what grace is…
Grace is something you did not expect. It is something you certainly could never earn. But grace is something you’d never turn down.
You know what happens when someone sees the grace of God? When someone really tastes the forgiving and liberating grace of God? Some one who tastes God’s grace is the hardest worker, the most morally pure individual, and the person most willing to forgive.
a Max Lucado devotional,
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Wah, I never thought I'd get to say this. But, finally man. Finally.
Assignment period is finally coming to an end. Too tired to worry about how I'll do. Just wanna get some rest from it after tomorrow. I have more or less degraded to the likeness of a drug addict begger in my whole outlook, with the endless cycle of school and work over this period of time.
I just want to......have a sound sleep.
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With that, my 2nd session of worship leading is over. With all the comments heard and all, I just want to say, thank You.
Thank You for being stronger. Thank You for using a scarred empty vessel like me, despite my weakness. Thank You for singing Your love over me. I just want to be close to You.
And most of all, thank You for Your amazing grace.
Knowing how the story turned out, it made me look out for the things that actually caused Wilberforce to perservere on. It came in the form of a good friend, fellow comrades standing alongside with him in the fight, putting himself in the shoes of a slave and realising their pain, a wise mentor, and a strong-willed and understanding lady who would turn out to be his wife, and a source of strength and encouragement for his recovery and final run for the bill. Even little things like an understanding butler who would listen to his sharing of conversations with God in the garden.
