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My life is singing its own song

Lately it seems God’s filling me more and more with a zest for life -it’s really refreshing and exciting xP I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a strong desire to live for Christ and carry out his work throughout each day ūüôā of course life still has its struggles, and I have my moments of weakness, but it’s just so exciting following Christ ūüėÄ it’s like I’m filled with such a huge sense of.. motivation and energy? that I can’t help but feel I need to do something with it!! this really is what life is all about!! xP

Today I woke up filled with a huge sense of energy and motivation to do things. It’s as though I’m slowly starting to see things in a different light.

The word “hosanna” is used to express adoration, praise, or joy.
When I thought of a song to listen to, was it a coincidence that the lyrics of “Hosanna” sang themselves into my head? The song sounded very different today.

I feel as though God’s trying to tell me something. I’m slowly beginning to share his visions, even share his passions, maybe.

“I see a generation
Rising up to take the place
With selfless faith, with selfless faith

I see a new revival
Staring as we pray and seek
We’re on our knees, we’re on our knees”

I can see that same vision – other people following Christ, other people living lives to the full.. it’s such an amazing vision to see. I didn’t really believe it before, because I thought “how can you have a whole generation worshiping Jesus? that’s basically impossible. There’s just so many people.” But it’s as though God turned my shoulders away from my perspective on the left, overlooking empty plains, to a view on my right, overlooking the city below, on top of a mountain. Same place, but different perspective. It’s really refreshing.. very mind-blowing.

I believe I’m hearing the first few notes of a melody.. the beginnings of a song.
Sometimes the tune is uncertain.¬†Other times it’s foreboding and harsh, with jumbled notes played at random.
Sharp tones replace harmonies and the wrong tempo is followed.
At times other instruments join in, and¬†there is a duet, a trio. The orchestra plays for a while until¬†it’s time for a solo or¬†acapella again.

But the conductor never leaves. He continues to stand out in front, waving his baton no matter how bad the tune.

Your life is singing its own song..
the question is..

can you hear it?

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White streaks of long hair streamed behind the girl’s back as she wandered slowly through the forest; the wind trailing behind her. A soft wind it was; not too chilly, but just enough to cool the face.

A nearby breeze carried tendrils of mist and blew them all around the forest, until mist coloured all the trees in stripes and floated just above the grass. Streaks of sunlight shone through the mist, casting a mystique glow on the grass that was covered with morning dew. The scene was breathe-takingly beautiful.

The girl, face flushed from excitement, looked down at the flowers. She stared at them for a while, before deciding that she’d make daisy chains. Smiling, she bent down to touch the flowers, both hands outreached, ready to pull daisies. As she wrapped her fingers around the stalk, she frowned with confusion.

She got up, and paced around with frustration, jumping up and down on the spot before taking a deep breathe and bending down. Knees on the grass, she once again wrapped her fingers around a stalk. She moved her arms in an upwards jerking motion. Her clenched fists loosened to reveal air.

The flowers had passed through her.

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Fear – A Rose without Petals

Fear – a Rose without Petals



A balloon

that engulfs



Filling a room

– so big

it forces




Fear spins

lies of loneliness

on its spindles,

tangling you,

tying you

to the




There it goes –

only to be replaced by another

over time.


A vicious cycle;

it chokes –

like thorns on a rose..

but there is no rose.


The rose

long dead and gone,

dead and gone,





What is a rose

without petals?

A stalk standing tall

on its own?

A body

without a face,

carcass without flesh?


All enclosed

on its own,

in a glass box.


Trapped forever,

on its own,


in its




“14¬†For those who are led by the Spirit of God¬†are the children of God.¬†15¬†The Spirityou received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again;¬†rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship.[a]¬†And by him we cry,‚ÄúAbba,[b]¬†Father.‚Ä̬†16¬†The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit¬†that we are God‚Äôs children.¬†17¬†Now if we are children, then we are heirs‚ÄĒheirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings¬†in order that we may also share in his glory.”

                                                                                                                                                       Р Romans 8:12-17



Hey ya,

Looong long time no see!

I know I probably should be in bed now, but since I came online to read what I’m about to show you, I thought I’d make a quick post before I head to sleep ūüėÄ

(Read the most recent post before you read on – it’s a real eye-opener).

I really admire her courage. Even now, I’m in ¬†awe at how people can continue on so strong even in the midst of trouble. How can they remain so deeply rooted in their faith despite everything that goes on around them?

It’s something I wonder if I’ll ever be able to understand. I do hope I can, someday.


I was reading Romans today, and one verse really stuck out to me…

“For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.”

(Romans 1:21)

It was so convicting.. in particular the part I put in bold above.
It was as though God was speaking to me, asking me what I’m doing with my life. I’ve received eternal life, I’ve had many prayers answered, miracles performed and yet I’m not really putting what He’s given me to good use. As I was walking out of my room, a question popped up in my head… “what are you doing with your gifts?”¬†No, really. What are you doing with the gifts I blessed you? It was a question I didn’t want to answer, because truth is when you’re young you feel you have all the time in the world. Family feels like they’ll be around forever, education feels like it’s your life and all you need to do is study study study… the gifts you get given? yeah, I’ll use them tomorrow… after I sleep. I dunno, just this one verse was really convicting. It’s making me question where most of my time goes, and whether I really am making the most of my life.