Listen to JAMIE

I do not get to know God; then do His will; I get to know Him by doing His will.

The man who waits to see clearly, before he will believe, never starts on the journey.

I don’t get it.

Why do I suddenly found so many songs that sing of my heart?

Why do I suddenly feel so full of strength and strong like never before?

Why do i suddenly feel a pang of fullness within my spirit?

Albeit the hope in one thing is slowly fading and dying away, but another hope is rebuilding itself.

Philip Yancey in his book said, even suffering can be transformed so that it produces good results. I’m anticipating about the results.

Afterall, all living sacrifices have to be burned once it was placed on the altar, don’t they?

I keep seeing God’s hands in my life these few days and heard a little voice telling me, haven’t I been real enough in your life? Haven’t I already shown you Balaam’s donkey in your life? The angel is right in front.

I wonder. I wonder.

A birthday surprise worked out so well today that it gave us a great sense of satisfaction. All the hard works really do worth it for a person we love and appreciate. Albeit the rain but our spirit burns ever so passionately.

After that was followed by a series of events. Taking neo-prints, shopping aimlessly, roaming around my campus, ranting about the prices of the burgers in McD, deciding between two similar checkered pants, catching a comedy movie et cetera.

I guess I have come to realization about a certain some things. I could now see from a wider angle and with a larger capacity. Life really does teach us lots of lessons.

Thank You God.

Sometimes the ways God moves send me to amazement.

Sometimes a scene or two simply take my breath away.

Sometimes the silence is so loud that I just wanna hide.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t hold on any longer.

But I shall live by faith.

Be ready to have your mind blown.

You know how it feels when the lame Taiwanese entertainment shows no longer give you a smile on the face? It’s like my lips weigh a ton and they are too heavy to be lifted.

I’m that broken that I can’t wait to be rebuilt. Again.

I dread that idea. I hate what happened. But they are all unavoidable because it is a fact. What matters is how am I going to face this uninvited saga.

I’m trying so hard. I have to.

I had half of cup of a grande mocha espresso. Double shots. And end up being widely awake now, added on with a pang of nausea caused by I suspect, to be starvation. It sounds complicated. But it’s too much to take for a night like this.

I need some sleep.

Sometimes I forgot how it is to not feel angry when something goes wrong. I didn’t put in any effort to conceal it today. I was pissed off. Of irresponsibility, of disintergrity, of carelessness, or selfishness, of myself. I’m tired for the day.

And I now have a pair of sore feet after standing in a pair of heels for more than half a day.

Also, still angry, though the sun has set.