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Things that used to be so ordinary suddenly became a surreal experience: Being able to just stand here, watching the clouds move, enjoying the bright sun, hearing the birds chirp, feeling the cool breeze on my face, smelling the scent of fresh summer, being surrounded by the green foliage, listening to the soft rustling sound of wind blowing through the leaves, and being thankful for not getting tied down by set time and schedule. How none of these feel mundane or forced but breathtaking and life giving. Wishfully hoping to stay here forever as I see the golden rays of light coloring in on the leaves…

sesamestreet:

Bees are always buzzing ‘bout the flowers they have seen.
And every tree is trending,
I don’t miss my little screen, because
The sky won’t need a filter
And the birds tweet just to say:
You should really take a walk on this lovely 
sunny day.

I love sunny days! :)

“The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things that are revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may do all the words of this law.”
Deuteronomy 29:29

i may have not known the full weight of what it means to follow Christ as His faithful disciple when i professed my faith in front of my brothers and sisters 8 years ago on the resurrection day. and by no means that i fully do now. but i can say this with confidence, that the power of resurrection is still real, the walk is still difficult, but He is still faithful, and still grateful for His saving grace.

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No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

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How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

rambling

time to time i think about dropping everything i’m currently doing and just taking off. build an orphanage, school, safe house, or sth. become a carpenter! having some very basic first aid training and medical knowledge will be helpful too. k, i’ll stop there. i wonder if and when that time will ever come.

maybe i just don’t want to face my sinfulness. maybe i just want to escape from everyone else’s sinfulness, sorrows, grievances, pains. maybe i’m just longing for His Kingdom to be here. and i know there needs to be work done before the time comes, but i still yearn.

http://youtu.be/cqiF6-zzdjs 

child of weakness, watch and pray,
find in Him thine all in all

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