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Alright. In place of some quiz, I'd rather blog.
Well, today was an ok day. I spent my day in TP (yes) with Priya and made plans for a get together already! oh yea. I met Japheth and Priya's friends (who are really nice and I'm waiting for the blog address of a girl with caked make up)
Besides that, I also enjoyed the few minutes I got to be alone at home. Unfortunately, I spent it eating dinner. Next time I get the chance I'd really like to spend time worshipping, which I don't get to do cos my mom watches TV and she wouldn't go away. And when I do, she comes and tells me completely unrelated stuff to do with the toilet or something. How on earth will I be able to worship? How did I cope before? I stayed up late into the night. Much like now, only I can't really do that now after that hospital incident in NZ. (it wasn't just an allergy)
I'm getting so sick of everything I feel like giving up. I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so completely and utterly tired I can't wait to go to NZ, also ignoring the fact that I could die there with that unknown allergy attack.
I have this card that says "Are you ready to meet Him?" It served as a reminder (but I ran out of cards so I used it as a birthday card - you know who you are). I really think I am, also bearing in mind that I am the most imperfect person, thinking about countless terrible things to do to people and yet trying so hard to shut it out and love despite being used. YES PASTOR REUBEN. THAT MEANS DOORMAT. And having lied to some people I respect a lot. My accountability has dropped to ground zero and I'm scouring and screaming from within.
Oh Father! Drag me out of the pit kicking and screaming and yet when I reach the surface I will praise You will all I am. Yes. ALL I AM.
all I have VS. all I am All I have meaning I will worship will offerings and tithe. All I am would be giving up myself to you.
I stand in sweet surrender knowing all I have is Yours There's nothing more that I can take with me I stand in sweet surrender know all I have is You There's nothing left that I can want but You
I miss so many people and the times we had when we were free.
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