Grace

It feels as though I just owe too much, and try too little, so much so that it becomes so tiring to try and make up for it. Can I just stop, please?

With God it's easy, you know you don't need to try, because He told me His grace is sufficient for me.

But the thing is, what do you do when it's men then?

i choose to believe

我知道, 你在告诉我, 要相信我, 放轻松...

孩子向爸爸要礼物, 是天经地义, 不需要苦苦哀求.

How great You are

A thousand times I've failed
Still your mercy remains
Should I stumble again
I'm caught in your grace

God of my forever, thank you.

Tempestous

There is a longing deep inside my heart
A raging tempest only You can still

Father God You have shown me the evils of speaking ill, the hurt an innocent comment can cause. Guard my tongue too Lord, that I may not sin against You and men.

Sometimes when life gets too busy and you're turning blue in the face just trying to catch up, you tend to stand back and reevaluate life as you know it. And more often than not, you start to wonder if this is the way life was meant to be. Deep inside us, we all have the longing to be part of something bigger than ourselves, something that will count when all else fades away, but few of us find it, and even fewer of us hold onto it.

Heart, despite the tempest, will you hold on?

顾虑

不知不觉中, 上帝好像从我生命的一切, 变成了我生命的一部分. 我知道我需要他, 但不是时时刻刻, 分分秒秒. 用了好久的时间, 我终于向自己承认了.

大家都说每一份感情都有四季, 不是吗? 单纯的春天, 热情的夏天, 诗意的秋天, 冰冷的冬天. 也许现在天父与我的感情已逼近冬天了吧... Soul, be patient. 冬天走了, 又是春天了...

是时候成熟了.

choices

We have choices. We have freedom.

This semester, I want to grow. With You, with you. Grow in spirit, in knowledge, in inner beauty, in courage.

The tide is coming in, but we have a choice. We always do.

beauty

There is something about shopping that makes you feel insecure. The commercial world preys on your inner insecurities, convincing you that you will be pretty enough only when you have this or that.

1 Peter 3:3-4 Your beauty should not be the outward adornment of arranging of the hair, of wearing gold, or of putting on fine apparel; but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible ornament of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.

I want that ornament.

the heavy cloud

shake it off. shake it off. shake it off.

almost too much to handle

I feel the storm coming, that whirlwind that will sweep me off my feet and leave me gasping for air. I can't stop fast forwarding in my mind and thinking of the endless list of things that need to be done. The palpitations just won't stop. And I know it's not the way it's supposed to be.

The heart is willing, but the flesh is weak. Why do I not do the things that I should do, but the things that I do not want to do I do?

Father.

Breathe. Just breathe. I need my God. Calm down.