Come and make my heart Your home
Come and be everything I am and all I know
Search me through and through
‘Till my heart becomes a home for You
Hillsongs - My Heart, Your Home
Saturday, March 27, 2010
a home for You
Come and make my heart Your home
Come and be everything I am and all I know
Search me through and through
‘Till my heart becomes a home for You
Hillsongs - My Heart, Your Home
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I'll be gone tomorrow
1-2 Listen to this prayer of mine, God; pay attention to what I'm asking.
Answer me—you're famous for your answers!
Do what's right for me.
But don't, please don't, haul me into court;
not a person alive would be acquitted there.
3-6 The enemy hunted me down;
he kicked me and stomped me within an inch of my life.
He put me in a black hole,
buried me like a corpse in that dungeon.
I sat there in despair, my spirit draining away,
my heart heavy, like lead.
I remembered the old days,
went over all you've done, pondered the ways you've worked,
Stretched out my hands to you,
as thirsty for you as a desert thirsty for rain.
7-10 Hurry with your answer, God!
I'm nearly at the end of my rope.
Don't turn away; don't ignore me!
That would be certain death.
If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice,
I'll go to sleep each night trusting in you.
Point out the road I must travel;
I'm all ears, all eyes before you.
Save me from my enemies, God—
you're my only hope!
Teach me how to live to please you,
because you're my God.
Lead me by your blessed Spirit
into cleared and level pastureland.
11-12 Keep up your reputation, God—give me life!
In your justice, get me out of this trouble!
In your great love, vanquish my enemies;
make a clean sweep of those who harass me.
And why? Because I'm your servant.
Do what's right for me.
But don't, please don't, haul me into court;
not a person alive would be acquitted there.
3-6 The enemy hunted me down;
he kicked me and stomped me within an inch of my life.
He put me in a black hole,
buried me like a corpse in that dungeon.
I sat there in despair, my spirit draining away,
my heart heavy, like lead.
I remembered the old days,
went over all you've done, pondered the ways you've worked,
Stretched out my hands to you,
as thirsty for you as a desert thirsty for rain.
7-10 Hurry with your answer, God!
I'm nearly at the end of my rope.
Don't turn away; don't ignore me!
That would be certain death.
If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice,
I'll go to sleep each night trusting in you.
Point out the road I must travel;
I'm all ears, all eyes before you.
Save me from my enemies, God—
you're my only hope!
Teach me how to live to please you,
because you're my God.
Lead me by your blessed Spirit
into cleared and level pastureland.
11-12 Keep up your reputation, God—give me life!
In your justice, get me out of this trouble!
In your great love, vanquish my enemies;
make a clean sweep of those who harass me.
And why? Because I'm your servant.
- Psalm 143 (MSG)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
stand to praise the Lord
This is the story of my family.
She had dengue.
Well, I had dengue too. We both went into the hospital.
Looked terrible, didn't eat, got plenty of needles, yada yada yada.
Guess who's turns it is now? I love my family.
and that stupid mosquito.
and that stupid mosquito.
you roll out of bed and down on your knees, and for a moment you can hardly breathe
I miss ugly.
I miss fighting for grapes.
I miss calling each other names.
I miss him buying me chocolate and cherry tomatoes.
I miss him saying, "I'll buy you a pair of Aldo shoes !"
And Mika.
I miss Mika too (:
so easy that I don't got to worry 'bout a thing
I'm craving for some fresh raspberries.
Fresh one's, not dried one's (:
whether or not
MY SISTER IS GOING TO CAAAAAAANAAAAAADAAAAA ! without me ): 
She'll get to eat the most wonderful Seafood Pasta ever from I-forgot-what-is-the-name-of the-shop place.
And order plain water with a pink straw from the same place. ):
She'll get Mika ! )): 
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