tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27554953220762064512024-03-19T20:35:52.964+03:00the redeemedknowing who I AmUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-46813807681199802672011-04-17T16:02:00.002+03:002011-04-17T16:02:34.255+03:00He Walks With Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I come to the garden alone <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />While the dew is still on roses <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And the voice I hear falling <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />On my ear the son of God discloses <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And He walks with me and He talks with me <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And He tells me I am His own <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And the joy we share as we tarry there <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />None other has ever known <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />He speaks and the sound of His voice <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Is so sweet the birds hush their singing <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And the melody that He gave to me <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Within my heart is ringing <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And He walks with me and He talks with me <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And He tells me I am His own <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And the joy we share as we tarry there <br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />None other has ever known<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-42159225674423724002010-10-13T14:22:00.000+03:002010-10-13T14:22:42.032+03:003rd Comingi read the old testament and i see the Third Coming. <br />
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i read the new testament and i see the Third Coming.<br />
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i listen to Bro. Branham and i see the Third Coming.<br />
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i look at nature and i see the Third Coming.<br />
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i look in the mirror and i see the Third Coming.<br />
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it's all about the Third Coming.<br />
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it's all about Jesus.<br />
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it's all about Me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-45451887856573664852010-10-12T08:38:00.000+03:002010-10-12T08:38:27.162+03:00one mindif all has the Mind of Christ, why is there a whole bunch of doctrinal differences in the message clergy?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-70589183752886408942010-10-12T06:58:00.003+03:002010-10-12T08:35:08.238+03:00woke up with a songthey are new every morning, new every morning. great is Thy Faithfulness, oh Lord, great is Thy faithfulness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-49288611759283934492010-10-11T18:36:00.000+03:002010-10-11T18:36:00.646+03:00today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">you cannot get the rapture tomorrow if you let the devil take it away from you today.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-24172120291066768492010-10-10T21:07:00.000+03:002010-10-10T21:07:13.850+03:00come and dine<div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a stressful day at work. event here, audit there. deadline here, conflicts there. plus one of the general managers phoned me to pick a fight over something that was beyond me. i guess my human spirit was just too tired to shout back. or maybe, i was just pretty much convinced that his tantrums are just a whiff of passing insignificance. well, in the end, either he noticed that he couldn't shake me, or my calm answer to his silly question embarrassed him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">too exhausted, i decided to meet my favorite animal. steak! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">but then again, i'm two fold. so i turned on my computer and started listening to bro. don's <a href="http://thethirdtestamentword.net/audio_sermons2010.php">'he that overcometh.'</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">double feast!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-37451256191350993052010-10-10T19:28:00.000+03:002010-10-10T19:28:36.456+03:00devil and human spirit (by bro don parnell)<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2v1s5ymRiF0?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2v1s5ymRiF0?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-30646184454802870432010-10-10T18:08:00.001+03:002010-10-10T18:08:00.289+03:00the devil won’t shut up<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">I guess I have been too honest to a fault. I am reserved by nature, but I try to be an open book to my friends. I had hoped that I will be understood. I had hoped that I will be accepted. I never learn. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">I am still a two-fold being. I am still in the flesh. I still get hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">I have placed the devil inside the washing machine and left it there. When it tries to talk I press the machine on and there it goes tumbling around, drowned in the noise of the water in motion.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Last night it screamed so loud and called me names it made me cry. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Perhaps I deserve it all. I suffer the consequences of my actions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-90291142607618206102010-10-10T09:36:00.003+03:002010-10-10T14:08:18.489+03:00born againbeing born again means being born again. born again. re-birthed. it's as simple - and complicated - as that.<br />
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it's <b>not</b> like, after being addicted to something, you are placed in a rehab, and come out free of your addiction. you may not be addicted anymore, but it doesn't erase the fact that you have, once in your life, been an addict. you carry that scar.<br />
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a new creation though doesn't have history of faults, for a new creation doesn't even have a past. it's brand new. all things have passed away.<br />
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i am not in denial if i tell you that i am not that person who did something i have been accused of doing. i do not care how strong your evidence is, i'm a new person, and that just wasn't me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-23156589325299377432010-09-07T17:05:00.003+03:002010-10-11T16:43:58.433+03:00my testimony<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">my dad accepted the message and was baptized when i was 6 years old. he was then a denominational preacher and was called out only through reading the spoken words. he faced a lot of struggles - but that would be his testimony to tell. :) </span></div></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">i grew up with my dad being the pastor of the local church. like all the other children of ministers, i have been such a headache. i hated being so different from my friends and schoolmates. my hair was too long i was sure i looked too old. and the skirt! i had to wear a skirt during the school's intramurals! our radio would only be switched on when my dad needed to listen to the news. i could only watch television when we were visiting our grandparents. and every time i'd try to wear lipstick my dad would preach about jezebel. i have always been scared of dogs so imagine how frustrating it was for me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">all my friends were catholics except for me and oh, how i pitied myself!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"> the only times i was proud to say that i was not a catholic was during the mass sessions in school. i had a reason to be late. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">it was when i turned 18 when i finally found the courage to openly disobey. for the first time, i was able to wear jeans. i was able to cut my hair. i was able to do anything and everything i wanted. i felt free.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">finally i could talk to my friends - and they could talk to me - just like i am one of them. it was only then when i realized that they actually admired my long beautiful hair. they actually thought that i could wear a skirt in a very smart way. strangely, nobody even thought that i looked old. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">a couple more years, i was already part of the world. i was exactly like them, or so i thought. those that get close to me still found me weird.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">the overused "been there, done that" statement applied to me. i got in a lot of mess. wrecked a few homes. embarrassed myself in every disgusting way. worse, i was proud of myself i even felt guilty for not feeling guilty.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">it lasted for almost a decade. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">in january last year, in another country, resting home after work, when i received a message from my dad. it said: "do you know that the flesh of adam is the beast?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">of course i didn't understand it. i've heard the doctrine of the serpent's seed when i was a child, and in no way did my dad's message made sense.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">but somehow, that message stirred something in me. i had a very strong urge to go back to God. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">i was working in a non-christian country. i was a hundred percent sure there was no end time message church there. but just the same, the following day, i searched the whole yellow pages. i searched the internet. i spoke to every filipino i know and asked about their religions. nothing. i started from the time i reached the office until the late afternoon and still i didn't find anything. i already knew i wouldn't find anything, but i was still frustrated. i tried again. this time, i searched on the word "eagle." i found a website. it was based there! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">i called my dad. he cried.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">i sent emails, i met one of the administrators, and the following day, after 10 long miserable</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"> years, i was, with my brother, attending a church service, fellowshipping with the brethren.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">it felt so glorious. i couldn't believe the warmth i felt inside. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">my dad started sending me messages about the two fold being, about the rapture, about who i am. i was so confused!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">i started chatting with sis sweet. i knew her already when i was in college, but we wouldn't even exchange hello's. she thought i was too worldly - i thought she looked too old! anyway she, too, was sharing to me messages about the two fold being, about the rapture, and about who i am.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">i asked the elders of the local church in qatar. they gave me the sincere answers expected from end time message believers.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">i started researching. asking. listening. after all, i am an elect. i cannot be deceived. nothing made sense to me, but there was a nagging question in my head.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">i was already in the world. i was already lost. i was a backslider, along with my whole family, including my dad. for 10 years we were already cold, frozen even. why would the devil bother to bring us a wrong teaching? why would the devil even bother about us? there must be something there.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">no, sir, it wasn't the devil. it was my theopany.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">i had the experiences i need. i was ready to wake up. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">and i did. now i remember.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-55227903902900903682009-11-07T18:34:00.002+03:002010-10-11T16:59:59.940+03:00quote for today :)62-1123<br />
The Way Back<br />
God's always got a people somewhere that He can point to and say, "That's it." Oh, I want to be among that number. I'm sure we all want to be there. It's the desire of every heart. We want to be among that number that God can say, "This is My people. Look at them. They're an example of what I am. They are reflecting My Life in theirs. They have surrendered their life, and I'm reflecting Mine Life through theirs." What a beautiful thing. What a--how it must make God feel good to know that He's got somebody He can put trust in.<br />
(William Branham)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-76371682484765694452009-07-17T20:04:00.005+03:002010-10-11T16:41:59.572+03:00failure<div style="text-align: justify;">on my way home, i thought about posting again. today, something is telling me i did wrong.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">when i opened my email it was a surprise to find a comment from a believer, who somehow stumbled upon my blog. he said 'develop further, keep the faith.'</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i was supposed to be at the church this morning. i didn't make it.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">every friday morning it feels difficult to wake up. no matter how early i sleep on thursday nights, waking up on friday mornings mean i have to drag myself off my bed. and all the time, i remind myself not to forsake the assembly of the church, not to forsake, not to forsake..</div><div><br />
</div><div>today, i didn't make it. today, i failed. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Lord, help me overcome.</div><div><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-68413001893350749222009-07-02T08:56:00.002+03:002009-07-02T08:59:32.754+03:00who is like the Lord.mpg<a href="http://avila27.multiply.com/video/item/4/who_is_like_the_Lord.mpg"><b>who is like the Lord.mpg</b></a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com/">AddThis</a><br /><div><br /></div><div>there's my precious sister sweet. :)</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-41161460276369961562009-06-04T22:04:00.002+03:002009-06-04T22:17:29.040+03:00thoughtsfor no reason whatsoever, i found myself reading my old blogs. those two years.. i have deleted a thousand entries, and yet, for every post that remained, the missing lines are still visible to my eyes..<div><br /></div><div>i still remember the tears, though i do not cry anymore. i still remember the pain, though i do not hurt anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div>i never thought i'd reach this point where i will no longer feel any hatred. perhaps, i've matured. perhaps, i've gotten over. perhaps, i'm ready to move on.</div><div><br /></div><div>life changes so quickly. if you cannot go with the flow, you'll find yourself lost far behind. finally, i'm not simply standing tall anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div>i have overcome.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-37886882064221749402009-05-21T09:29:00.000+03:002009-05-21T09:30:08.120+03:00it has been a while..<div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a while since I’ve last written a post about my thoughts.. I got tired of being misunderstood..<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a while since I’ve shared a problem with a friend.. I realized that comfort can be found in prayers..<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a while since I’ve last listened to a one particular song over and over and over and over again.. I haven’t found another song that touched me way deep inside.. til now..<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a while since I’ve admired a handsome face.. physical beauty for me has become too superficial..<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a while since I’ve had a drop of alcohol.. I realized that fun isn’t really fun if you aren’t sober..<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it has been a while since I’ve felt at home in my own house.. I do not belong here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-24640792406853496432009-04-20T15:10:00.001+03:002009-04-20T15:13:00.616+03:00who am i?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHO AM I?</span><br />– casting crowns<br /><br />Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth<br />Would care to know my name<br />Would care to feel my hurt<br />Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star<br />Would choose to light the way<br />For my ever wandering heart<br /><br />Not because of who I am<br />But because of what You've done<br />Not because of what I've done<br />But because of who You are<br /><br />I am a flower quickly fading<br />Here today and gone tomorrow<br />A wave tossed in the ocean<br />Vapor in the wind<br />Still You hear me when I'm calling<br />Lord, You catch me when I'm falling<br />And You've told me who I am<br />I am Yours, I am Yours<br /><br />Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin<br />Would look on me with love and watch me rise again<br />Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea<br />Would call out through the rain<br />And calm the storm in me<br /><br />Not because of who I am<br />But because of what You've done<br />Not because of what I've done<br />But because of who You are<br /><br />I am a flower quickly fading<br />Here today and gone tomorrow<br />A wave tossed in the ocean<br />Vapor in the wind<br />Still You hear me when I'm calling<br />Lord, You catch me when I'm falling<br />And You've told me who I am<br />I am Yours<br /><br />Not because of who I am<br />But because of what You've done<br />Not because of what I've done<br />But because of who You are<br /><br />I am a flower quickly fading<br />Here today and gone tomorrow<br />A wave tossed in the ocean<br />Vapor in the wind<br />Still You hear me when I'm calling<br />Lord, You catch me when I'm falling<br />And You've told me who I am<br />I am Yours<br /><br />I am Yours<br />Whom shall I fear<br />Whom shall I fear<br />'Cause I am Yours<br />I am Yours</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-40820499226081940372009-03-29T17:59:00.000+03:002009-03-29T17:59:00.363+03:00power behind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7sv-OyLkLt8SI5IQto2h222XZytpM51frie22wYlAaL2Gun3Q2-P5P78CbhvHUK4yaSl2MtJY2v4jL5Ju7ZPywDLKu7ADIhkNNx8dY7qpSKGlVrzR9fD5bpzvRWP4byWHZM4soh_AuTI/s1600-h/soldier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300297626686821442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7sv-OyLkLt8SI5IQto2h222XZytpM51frie22wYlAaL2Gun3Q2-P5P78CbhvHUK4yaSl2MtJY2v4jL5Ju7ZPywDLKu7ADIhkNNx8dY7qpSKGlVrzR9fD5bpzvRWP4byWHZM4soh_AuTI/s400/soldier.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-65936140230961914652009-03-11T12:20:00.002+03:002009-03-12T09:28:20.476+03:00such loveon the 15th day of this year, i woke up.<br /><br />my life is changing... fast.<br /><br />i realized that there are so many things i needed to let go… and most of them, i simply cannot, or perhaps, didn’t even want to..<br /><br />and yet, somehow, someone is doing something somewhere, removing the things i cannot remove myself..<br /><br />ugly things happened.. only to see that they were blessings in disguise.<br /><br />painful measures took place… only to find out that these were the solutions to my burdens.<br /><br />and there were events that did not bother such masks..<br /><br />i lost a lot of things, a lot of people, a lot of desires.. in exchange for something greater..<br /><br />it feels like.. i have been born again..<br /><br />such wondrous love!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-16975381255097899482009-03-08T16:41:00.000+03:002009-03-08T16:41:00.309+03:00patience!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-bOIHns3TH6QMXwtgIK7PA5Z4ffjugDt7gFkpFWjFWz3FMNkg3uYtZQmpYQKFxo6DfeZ8MXnAfHvGgfghsdpTs7nje1tOMFrXi19ksK7XmCFJQR90SklR8-Pzi7pnHfuMdcT4RvoWpi6/s1600-h/eagle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300297741936118642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-bOIHns3TH6QMXwtgIK7PA5Z4ffjugDt7gFkpFWjFWz3FMNkg3uYtZQmpYQKFxo6DfeZ8MXnAfHvGgfghsdpTs7nje1tOMFrXi19ksK7XmCFJQR90SklR8-Pzi7pnHfuMdcT4RvoWpi6/s400/eagle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />teach me, Lord, to wait..<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-72638399377723173742009-03-02T20:42:00.001+03:002010-10-11T16:58:56.104+03:00quote for today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJuPbYgNR4bumUM0Q1JaF015xX5qUGAZipG1kuiszkcL5HtDigIStoZZJ12plOUcK7eZDjOSeZjdl0VisJvKhp4WeqNh0FJXQrVI1hvuuOaNpV9KQPEhY_LinIrfMtUhrBzZoRvvBRNS-/s1600-h/220px-Image-rs-131_-_BR_Branham1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307165607567047074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJuPbYgNR4bumUM0Q1JaF015xX5qUGAZipG1kuiszkcL5HtDigIStoZZJ12plOUcK7eZDjOSeZjdl0VisJvKhp4WeqNh0FJXQrVI1hvuuOaNpV9KQPEhY_LinIrfMtUhrBzZoRvvBRNS-/s320/220px-Image-rs-131_-_BR_Branham1%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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<div align="center">"could you imagine going out here and telling a pig, say, "now, looky here, mr. pig, i'm going to tell you, you're wrong." why, you could wash him up and put him on a tuxedo, if you wanted to. that wouldn't do no good; he'd go right back to the mud puddle and wallow again. it's his nature. he's a pig to begin with. and every man, every unregenerated person, no matter how good you try to be, how good you think you are, you are a sinner by nature, until God changes your nature."</div><br />
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<div align="center">- william branham</div><div align="center">1909 - 1965</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-7241487628524987762009-02-27T18:30:00.000+03:002009-02-27T18:30:00.740+03:00what should i write?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEUbhd1Ddbu98TZHNe6WWwIM4vSd0uHdfmBKdClJkuX_JsjlD7u5SosQ3Wii7Uzj45eqixYfM5prHYK4-El4ExsLLCJIBLaEse8HLbiOh9U19f5rrHvpZRKLVojZNM3uyk22AKpuKnnT6/s1600-h/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301965210888462242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEUbhd1Ddbu98TZHNe6WWwIM4vSd0uHdfmBKdClJkuX_JsjlD7u5SosQ3Wii7Uzj45eqixYfM5prHYK4-El4ExsLLCJIBLaEse8HLbiOh9U19f5rrHvpZRKLVojZNM3uyk22AKpuKnnT6/s400/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-38550920194071608002009-02-26T20:26:00.001+03:002009-02-26T20:29:11.279+03:00quote for today<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8dDDyM_vpIbkReFcSSWV62MypRt8r9tLgOxVDJb7MxpoAvHzpUMFLgfoIIiY2DGosqK9WWKmSXvdWcg-eYFHdK4g3N2qXQtglNcfRz9OptAoC93oCp6jR0AVpQngUsc9zqgED0lgnmG6/s1600-h/Cowper%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307158883280827138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8dDDyM_vpIbkReFcSSWV62MypRt8r9tLgOxVDJb7MxpoAvHzpUMFLgfoIIiY2DGosqK9WWKmSXvdWcg-eYFHdK4g3N2qXQtglNcfRz9OptAoC93oCp6jR0AVpQngUsc9zqgED0lgnmG6/s320/Cowper%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>" satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees."<br />- william cowper<br />english poet<br />1731 - 1800<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-38279809247410746862009-02-12T20:15:00.002+03:002009-02-12T20:21:28.216+03:00amazing grace<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />i copied this from <a href="http://electbrideassembly.ning.com/profile/Jerc"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">brod</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jerc's</span> profile</a>. </p><p>apparently i have only been copying stuff from my friends. couldn't come up with anything new to write. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">geez</span>, perhaps <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> getting old..</p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-90324995983363283312009-02-07T19:41:00.000+03:002009-02-07T19:41:00.971+03:00prayer today :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnEi9_HJRlMDAYW8rC4zwhOVBo_NcYKIpLylJlkY7kPhqSVxxkD59EHAuAMoV6NpLkCPY-QeRm6JWqAC6EcZxLOWW6tGjm_YjjzqgAuHiq2rrXMSoR96X0y__mbQn3jrDei-EF7aQijXj/s1600-h/tweety[1].png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957553105917762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnEi9_HJRlMDAYW8rC4zwhOVBo_NcYKIpLylJlkY7kPhqSVxxkD59EHAuAMoV6NpLkCPY-QeRm6JWqAC6EcZxLOWW6tGjm_YjjzqgAuHiq2rrXMSoR96X0y__mbQn3jrDei-EF7aQijXj/s400/tweety%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> i found this on <a href="http://gabrielleaim.blogspot.com/">aim's blog</a>, and i copied it without asking for permission. thanks, aim. :)<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755495322076206451.post-25554910104643047632009-02-06T21:40:00.001+03:002009-02-08T14:20:01.888+03:00emailed blessing<div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">this came as an email from sweet. wala lang, na bless lang ako, so i guess it's worth sharing.</span></em></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">naaliw naman ako magbasa ng mail mo... ang dami mong kwento :) ...para kang si daddy mo... :D<br /><br />w/ regards naman to your inner struggles....thats good...coz at least there's something inside struggling... :D kesa sa wala... we would have to have our own experience with God...and most of the time that becomes our point of reference...and i found out..na sometimes..things happen to a believer maybe because of consequence or whatever...but its always for our good...sometimes it would become another's inspiration....or an example...para bang so that they won't have to go through the same ordeal...<br /><br />mas maganda na fellowship now..me mga youth service...samin kasi...close ko namin ang mga YP...fashion to love life...pinag-uusapan... kaya parang better ang relationship w/one another & w/ God...unlike before...parang feeling ko nun...tayo lang ang kailangang nakapalda & bawal pagupit...<br /><br />lam mo? hair ko now? aabot na sa ankle ko... pero no more struggle...unlike before...minsan...ang struggle ko ..is ung sa damit...kasi diba? nasa office...<br /><br />thanks God...iningatan din talaga ako ni Lord sa mga bisyo...ngayon ko na lang din nare-realize lahat ng mga pag-iingat Nia...saka....si mama, mahigpit din...so it really helped a lot din...pag ang circle mo e true believers doing their best for the Lord din...correct din ang influence na masasagap mo...<br /><br />feeling ko lang ...once you really submit yourself to the thirst you have for the Lord...mas madali ang buhay kristyano...kasi yun na nga...mababawasan din ang thirst mo for the world...<br /><br /><strong><em>i don't need nor ever want to be preachy on you...coz i know, deep in your heart you know what to do...it's just a matter of you heeding to it or not...pero what i can tell you...is that many are praying for you and your family...your daddy came back to the ministry because of his love to his family...i tell you...kainggit na talaga kayo... so... if you want to go on and get a fight w/ God...that's up to you...but u know..."redeeming the time"... there's no much time left...ako naman...i want to be as faithful as i can..because i want to go back where i belong...and why keep on struggling...? e kung susunod din lang naman ako...sunod na ako now...kampi ko pa si Lord...then who can be against me...?<br /></em></strong><br />pera...hay..yan na lang ginagamit ng kaaway parati...3bills na kuryente namin... priority ang mga gawain e...di naman Sya nagpapabaya...di pa din kami napuputulan... buti pa ang tao...magpabaya...pero never si Lord...<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em>thanks, sweet..</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0