Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Flooded with love

I was in such a funk last week :> I think it's the leftover adrenaline from all the hard days studying for exams. Ppl, you have not seen students study until you see the ICAEW students study! Imagine being in college from 7:15 a.m. to 11:45 p.m. and even then there are students who stay back until 2-something a.m.!

Anyway I remember moaning, "Lord, you know how You said we will reap what we sow? How come I sow encouragement but nobody encourage me one?"

Well, after that grumble, I was literally flooded with love and encouragement from so many friends! Filled to the top and overflowing :>

My God is so loving and so are my friends :>

Friday, July 25, 2008

Silenced By Your Love

Lurve this song! Someone said it is 'so normal'.... but I think what I love best about the song is that it gets 'real'. Sometimes songs with bombastically long complicated words don't sound 'real' anymore. This one sounds from the heart.

Verse 1
My heart Lord can grow cold,
And turn from You
And the flame deep within me,
Is barely burning bright
You're faithful and gentle, calling me home
Looking past beyond my failure,
You love me still and that is why

Chorus:-
I stand in awe of You,
I stand in awe at Your love
For Your love it covers me,
Like the waves cover the shore
Gently calling me,
Drawing me back to You Lord
Holding me close to Your heart
I am silenced, silenced by Your love.

Verse 2
My Father, and Savior, You're ever true
You sent Your Son to die,
And paid the price for me
I'm ever indebted to You my King
Now I lay my life before You,
With gratitude, my songs I'll sing.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

What They Got Right

I've seen a lot of people point accusing fingers at City Harvest Church. They point out all the things that CHC got 'wrong' - our dressing, our building, our 'youth-fulness', and goodness knows what else.

But there was something that CHC got very right - I always felt there as if I belonged. As if I was part of a loving family that really cared about me.

It didn't matter that I spent my time helping people who are 'disadvantaged'. It didn't matter that I acted 'old-fashioned'. I wasn't 'boring'. It was okay to be me. I never felt weird or out of place. There was always room for me.

I miss that so much.