I have been feeling weak since friday.
I thought i'll recover slowly yet i didn't.
I kept praying for a miracle.
Of course, i didn't received any miracle
healing.
Then i realised, it is not that God don't want
to heal me. He wants to lead me. Yet i keep
praying for a miracle, forgetting his purpose.
Seriously. What is the point of living if all
you ever ever achieved was scholarships, certificates,
prizes and reward. When you're in the coffin
waiting to be burnt or buried, which of these you
could actually bring along with you? Burning them?
So Lord of eternal, Lord of all.
Today, won't be another 'keep praying for a
miracle' day. What's the point of receiving a
miracle if you don't know the purpose at all.
Oh God, I repent. For all the mistakes and sins
that i have committed. For all the wrong doings
i have did since the day i was born. I repent.
I will learn to love you entirely with my heart,
my soul, my strength and mind.
Lead me. Be my saviour, be my forgiver.
I surrender my life unto your hands.
I will follow you. On and on and on.
You decide what you're gona do to me.
Cos Lord i know, your plans for me, to prosper
me, and not to harm me. Plans to give me
hope and a future, and not make me a failure.
Lord. I love you.
At the weakest and lowest peak of my life,
you're there.
You're always always there.
If i recover tomorrow, it's through your grace
and mercy that it happened Lord.
Your love your grace your mercy.
Everlasting love.
I count it all as blessing, blessing.
I should count that affliction as a blessing too.