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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  every you, every me
monday morning,
my last week begins.

schedule:
monday - packing with jeremy
tuesday - katrina hangout
wednesday - yj hangout
thursday - greg/albert/johnny lunch
friday - ignite

misc. events:
sleepover.. ? =.=
kristine dinner date

its blurring by
quickly,
and each day brings more excitement about university,
and more dread about leaving everything familiar.
5 years of growing, gone yet again.
but the family time for the next two weeks is something to look forward to,
=)
so everything is ending,
and everything is beginning.
and as always, its only in these weird timeclash moments
do you truly recognize the value of the people you've met with
and the lessons you've picked up along the way.

as for me, this summer has given me chances to do some awesome things,
#1: wander around with jeremy on sundays, and do random things throughout the week.
its been so much fun. =)
#2: argue with dori till 3-4AM in the morning, consistently over a few days.. =.=
#3: eat a LOT of cake. like, a LOT.
#4: go nocturnal. sleep at 6AM, wake up at 4PM
#5: ichat/skype many many people!
#6: buy many many clothing!
#7: the sims 3. enough said.
#8: play wii with my family
#9: watch many many movies!
#10: savor days absolutely free of institutional boundaries. the summer between high school and university.

the rest of this blog goes straight up to You,
to hear my thoughts in maximum clarity.
i am inadequate, and weak.
i do not know the answers.
i do not know the words.
i do not know your plans o God,
what i do know, is nothing.

so Holy Spirit, give me the words,
nothing i say comes from myself,
may i speak only of You.
and even though i may never see a harvest,
let me have played a tiny part,
in the nurturing of a seed.


 


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