tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42816360408425896482011-04-22T09:57:15.454+08:00Bunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482845682789290538noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281636040842589648.post-49004636819150429252009-01-24T12:42:00.002+08:002009-01-24T12:48:42.107+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I got up early one morning<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and rushed right into the day;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had so much to accomplish</div><div style="text-align: center;">that I didn't have time to pray.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Problems just tumbled about me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and heavier came each task.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Why doesn't God help me?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wondered,</div><div style="text-align: center;">He answered, "You didn't ask".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanted to see joy and beauty,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but the day toiled on grey and bleak.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wondered why God didn't show me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">He said, "You didn't seek".</div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to come into God's presence;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I used all my keys at the lock.</div><div style="text-align: center;">God gently and lovingly chided,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"My child, you didn't knock".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up early this morning,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and paused before entering the day;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had so much to accomplish</div><div style="text-align: center;">that I had to take time to pray.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to Jas, for the Card!! =)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281636040842589648-4900463681915042925?l=bread-bunjamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482845682789290538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281636040842589648.post-7235794300432085392009-01-24T12:24:00.002+08:002009-01-24T12:41:53.561+08:001) By Your Hand, The People will Live.<div>2) By Your Hand, The People will be Fed.</div><div>3) By Your Hand, The People will be Free.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Last Piece:</div><div>I made you Different from the others.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the planet Earth, there has never been one like you . . . and there will never be again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your spirit, your thoughts and feelings, your ability to reason - exist in no one else.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your eyes are a masterpiece, incomparable, and windows to a soul that is also uniquely yours.</div><div><br /></div><div>A single strand of your hair has been created especially for you. Of the multitudes who have come before you and the multitudes who may follow, not one of them duplicates the formula with which i made you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made you different from the others.</div><div><br /></div><div>The blood that flows through your veins flows through the heart of one whom i have chosen. The rarities that make you one of a kind, my child, are no mere accident or quirk of fate.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made you different in order that you might make a difference.</div><div>You have been created with the ability to change the world. Every single choice you make . . . every single action you take . . .  matters. But remember, the converse is also true. Every choice you do not make . . . every action you do not take . . . matters just as much!</div><div><br /></div><div>Your actions cannot be hoarded, saved for later, or used selectively. By your hand millions of lives will be altered, caught up in a chain of events begun by you this very day. But the opposite is true as well. Millions of lives are also altered, caught in an entirely different change of events - should you choose to wait.</div><div><br /></div><div>You possess the power of choice. Free will. You have been given everything you need to act, but the choice is yours alone. And the beginning this very moment, you will choose wisely.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now go. And never feel inadequate again. Do not dwell in thoughts of insignificance or wander aimlessly, lost, like a sheep.</div><div><br /></div><div>You're powerful. You matter. And you have been found.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are my choice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your Father.</div><div>(To me it sounded like Our Abba Father)</div><div><br /></div><div>What is your choice?</div><div><br /></div><div>Taken From 'The Lost Choice' by Andy Andrews.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281636040842589648-723579430043208539?l=bread-bunjamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482845682789290538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281636040842589648.post-45493785411688740652008-12-27T18:06:00.000+08:002008-12-27T18:26:35.855+08:00Alright.. i stepped on new territory i thought i would never step on.. blogging!! Gimme some time to figure this out. =P *brain running, stressed..*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281636040842589648-4549378541168874065?l=bread-bunjamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00482845682789290538noreply@blogger.com4