"A thousand times I’ve failed
Still your mercy remains
Should I stumble again
Still I’m caught in your grace
Everlasting, your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending, your glory goes beyond all fame

Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself in bringing you praise
Everlasting, your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending, your glory goes beyond all fame

In my heart, in my soul
I give you control
Consume me from the inside out
Let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love you from the inside out

Everlasting, your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending, your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart is to bring you praise
From the inside out
Lord my soul cries out”

from the inside out- hillsong united 

Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are troubled and weighted down with care, and I will give you rest” 

Philippians 4:7 “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Jesus Christ.”

how can i even compare my “living sacrifice” to His “living sacrifice”? how can i even compare my genuine “love for people” to His “love for people”? putting the biblical facts and reliability aside, say we’re talking about emotions, something everyone is familiar with, albeit at varying degrees and depth. if the degree of injustice and hurt that i had gone through was t h i s  m u c h, what about You, who had to endure the mocking, beating, cursing, and the painful process of cruxification? if the degree of empathy or hyper intuition is increasingly amplified by t  h  i  s   m  u  c  h, what about You, who is omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent? does anyone out there get my drift? the thought of such stark contrast is just too mind-boggling. 


In our instant gratification culture, it’s easy to forget that most personal change does not occur as a single static event in time, but rather as a long, gradual evolution where we’re hardly aware of it as it’s happening. We rarely wake up one day and suddenly notice wild, life-altering changes in ourselves. No, our identities slowly shift, like sea sand getting pushed around by the ocean, slowly accumulating into new contours and forms over the passage of time.
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
There are in our lives moments which our memories cannot recapture in words, only a recollection of fleeting fragile feeling to which we dare not cling, in case, in our eagerness to grasp at permanence and possession, we lose the very thing which keeps alive our hopes and dreams. So we stand absorbed in contemplation of these luminous hopes, holding our breath, because we know that fulfilment and forever do not belong to this transient world

Juli Baker: I guess it’s something about his eyes or maybe his smile.

Richard Baker: And what about him?

Juli Baker: What?

Richard Baker: You have to look at the whole landscape.

Juli Baker: What does that mean?

Richard Baker: A painting is more than the sum of it’s parts. A cow by itself is just a cow. A meadow by itself is just grass, flowers. And the sun picking through the trees, is just a beam of light. But you put them all together and it can be magic.”

“Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss….” He turned to me. “But every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.” 

“…Next time you’re faced with a choice, do the right thing. It hurts everyone less in the long run.” 

“Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way like words never could.” 

“By the end of that first day, what I’d made was a big mess. But if chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one’s universe, that I was well on my way.” 

“Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning can save a whole lot of pain down the road.” 

“I had Flipped.”

words encoded with so much meaning. 



Refresh yourself, be open for new ideas and powers. Don’t be scared to create more than you can imagine.


Refresh yourself, be open for new ideas and powers. Don’t be scared to create more than you can imagine.

(Source: over-there)

I flutter. I ripple. I stream like a plant in the river, flowing this way, flowing that way, but rooted.
The Calling

the call - 
tugging the heartstrings
with persistent nudges
inducing slight inquisition 

the caller - 
sitting on the throne
with sovereign reign 
commanding full awakening

the called -
decoding the contexts 
with a distraught soul 
imploring the definitive 

anchorage, stability, prospect - it became the irreducible, rock-bottom reality, the ultimate negotiating chip of husbands and wives, parents and children, siblings and friends. the detractors form a bias in condescending tones. what they fail to realise, in the spiritual context, this calling, much like speaking in tongues, is a sacred relationship that is unique to the caller and the called. thus, it is highly probable that the encoded message can only be heard, felt and understood by the called. they said, “it could be treated as a side project” or “it is not self-sustainable, especially in the long run”. doubt sets in. questions, charged with shock and disbelief which escalated into full inquisition, are starting to waver her out. the gap between outward docility and inward frustration and confusion widens. she lived in a double-truth world.