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An appointed time for all things

When is the time to trust?
Is it when all is calm,
When waves the victor's palm,
And life is one glad psalm
Of joy and praise?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is when the waves beat high,
When storm clouds fill the sky,
And prayer is one long cry,
O help and save!

When is the time to trust?
Is it when friends are true?
Is it when comforts woo,
And in all we say and do
We meet but praise?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is when we stand alone,
And summer birds have flown,
And every prop is gone,
All else but God.

What is the time to trust?
Is it some future day,
When you have tried your way,
And learned to trust and pray
By bitter woe?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is in this moment's need,
Poor, broken, bruised reed!
Poor, troubled soul, make speed
To trust thy God.

What is the time to trust?
Is it when hopes beat high,
When sunshine gilds the sky,
And joy and ecstasy
Fill all the heart?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is when our joy is fled,
When sorrow bows the head,
And all is cold and dead,
All else but God.
--Selected  

from my devotional book: Streams in the Desert 

Productivity

I always had this thought that I would do something really awesome after my finals. 

That was yesterday.

Here I am, placed right in front of my computer surfing the web or should I say watching youtube videos, surfing 9gag, and refreshing facebook to cure the boredom I have right now. What was the difference between having papers and not having papers. No difference at the moment. No dang difference at the moment.

That's it, I'll go out and do something fun tonight. 

Dis-chords of a broken string

True story

I am a conqueror in Christ!

Of birds and branches

There was once a flock of birds, all of them from the same land. Each born and each grew on the same tree, each of them choosing a very special branch as their favorite branch on the tree. Everyday they would be caught chirping and playing about on the same branch. Though with the coming rain or storm they would never stray afar from the branch. 

But then came the winter winds, and the flock disbursed. Seasons came and seasons past, one by one, the birds would always return to that particular branch. All except for one, blown by the stormy winds and remained stranded on an island. Now the island wasn't such a bad place, the branches were abundant and the food was aplenty but the bird always sought to return one day. Waiting and waiting to develop its strength to fly over an expanse of the wide ocean. 

As the bird regained its strength, it flew again to find its place of birth. Its place of fond memories. But to no avail was the effort of the bird. 

It was all too late, the branch had broke and the tree had withered away, leaving not even a shadow of its past. 

The flock had flew to another tree, another branch, all unknown to the stranded bird. Dejected and broken, it flew back to the island, always reminiscing of its fond memories of past.

Bidding for time as its age passed, bidding for strength as its wings weakened. Bidding for the past which now lie in rubble of uncertainty. 

All Talk, No Actions

Today's message in church was on the book of Acts (chapter 8), on how a model church should be. Where's the repentance and wholesomeness of church with 'good' members? Church should be filled with people from all backgrounds. Although this might be a extreme illustration, church should be filled with thieves, liars, adulterers, gays, lesbians and whatnot. Aren't we suppose to bring our brothers and sisters back to a holy lifestyle? Aren't we suppose to be gentle and compassionate about the people around us? What's with the look? What's with the gossip?

I perceived the message as a usual reminder of the things a christian should be. More than that, it has me questioning the 'busy-ness' that I have engulfed myself with. I might say that I do have a lot of assignments and such and do not have the time to serve God, but how true is that?  Are you a person who wants to conform the 'other' activities around the plan of serving God, or are you the person who's putting your schedule ahead of the chances to serve and glorify God with whatever means possible?

Unfortunately, i feel like the latter. I feel that despite my schedule, I could have done better. I could have done more. But another question which springs up is, is God asking you to do it? It throws me in another mess which makes me go in between the first question and the second.

One question I'm always asking myself is, ' What have I been doing throughout my Christian life? '
Although it has been a comparatively short one, I do not want to conform to other people's standard nor do i want to rush through an ' ideal ' christian life with the high likelihood of suffering from burnouts.

This post is filled with questions in which I hope would be answered someday.

oh mai?

frus gila.

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