<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833</id><updated>2009-10-14T16:23:21.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+..MISSIONARYDoodles.//</title><subtitle type='html'>" And the Lord answered me:
“Write the vision;
make it plain on tablets,
so he may run who reads it.
For the vision is yet for the appointed time; It hastens toward the goal and it will not fail. Though it tarries, wait for it; For it will certainly come, it will not delay." Hab.2:2-3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-8044301460036833365</id><published>2008-11-17T07:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:56:54.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=5d0c868dd817a0078463" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me a child like heart. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-8044301460036833365?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/8044301460036833365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=8044301460036833365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/8044301460036833365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/8044301460036833365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/11/letters-to-god.html' title='Letters to God'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-6644532988646275713</id><published>2008-07-03T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:20:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army of God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where are you going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FORWARD." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ratatoullie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving forward. The army of the Lord is marching onward offensively. Conquering and overcoming self as well as strongholds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in for a serious battle. Not won by human wisdom and self righteousness but won through brokenness, surrendered will and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour is important. It's not the time to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord has given His word, and our heart's only desire is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULFILL&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not surrender, we will not lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are victorious and we carry the banner of Jesus. In every place, in every life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious times. Glorious, majestic, powerful times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-6644532988646275713?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/6644532988646275713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=6644532988646275713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/6644532988646275713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/6644532988646275713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/07/army-of-god.html' title='Army of God.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-6347200603906090982</id><published>2008-05-15T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:27:52.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dakilang Katapatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cc46WeWc75E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cc46WeWc75E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for your faithfulness. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-6347200603906090982?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/6347200603906090982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=6347200603906090982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/6347200603906090982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/6347200603906090982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/05/dakilang-katapatan.html' title='Dakilang Katapatan'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-9037669294174792004</id><published>2008-05-08T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:34:32.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then Samuel Came.</title><content type='html'>For many weeks now, I feel that I was "in between things and events". I know that I'm leaving the things of my past and I'm now ready to face my future. The feeling is like entering in a tunnel, it's quiet, dark and cold. It wasn't really scary but the silence and the long walk creeps in and were attempting to numb the passion and courage to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received a call from the the Lord. It's confirmed by the word, the circumstances and "authorities". But I have yet to wait for the time and also for the anointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many days, I've been praying for direction. Or for my next move. Or something that will quiet my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tita Nanette texted me that we have discipleship. I was surprised because I wasn't really part of her discipleship group. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saling ket-ket lang ako&lt;/span&gt;. Because I was already enrolled in Zion extension class here in Paranaque and Tita Oss is already discipling me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero syempre, si Tita Nanette nag-invite kaya pumunta ako&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an extra hour before the meeting so I had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me-time moment&lt;/span&gt; at the food court. I spent it in prayer. The Lord gave me Acts 9. It was the passage about Saul's conversion. The part that spoke to me was the Lord's instructions to Ananias for Saul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need that kind of direction. I need an Ananias or a Samuel who will help me with my "tunnel season".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I attended our discipleship group. Surprisingly, the group was composed of "new people". Then Tita Nanette explained that it was a new group. The Lord led her to form a new discipleship group since the first batch is now ready to be released. And we are the next batch who will be prepared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to go to the ends of the earth&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang bilis sumagot ni Lord. Kamusta naman. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before we ended Tita shared that her spiritual name is Samuel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she will anoint Davids.&lt;/span&gt;..and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davids&lt;/span&gt; are those who are called to be king-priest. Whoa. Medyo nakakagulat. But it the event was just a confirmation of my quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she gave us an assignment, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to pray if we are in for the call&lt;/span&gt;.  It will be a tedious training and preparation...training in humility and preparation in the Word. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting.. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and the Lord answered. He's really faithful in working out His purposes in our lives. I'm excited for the coming days and months. I know that it will be a season of drawing near to the Lord and living an intimate relationship with my King. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-9037669294174792004?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/9037669294174792004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=9037669294174792004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/9037669294174792004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/9037669294174792004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/05/then-samuel-came.html' title='Then Samuel Came.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-5914608794321931462</id><published>2008-05-07T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:05:40.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Wonders</title><content type='html'>This song transports me to 2004. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=5b8dcb43ac948b68ffe5" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="godtube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-5914608794321931462?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/5914608794321931462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=5914608794321931462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/5914608794321931462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/5914608794321931462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-of-wonders.html' title='God of Wonders'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-3557095592978874959</id><published>2008-05-06T08:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:44:02.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camps</title><content type='html'>Praise God for the opportunities to be part of high school summer camps. :) IVCF invited me again to speak on Christian Discipline for the two camps held at Laguna. Though it wasn't my first time to speak on the subject, the Lord was gracious to give fresh and new revelation on the topic.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sibol Camp and LCDC 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(April 1, 2008 and April 21, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Garden, Laguna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets of the Secret Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbwviKwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lkGBwNrGMFk/s1600-h/210420082866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbwviKwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lkGBwNrGMFk/s320/210420082866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197059888926305026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship Time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbgviKuI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ib3HiQsYymk/s1600-h/020420082472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbgviKuI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ib3HiQsYymk/s320/020420082472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197059884631337698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QT Together. (Morning Devo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-q9gviKyI/AAAAAAAAACI/j2MDjqed-gg/s1600-h/210420082870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-q9gviKyI/AAAAAAAAACI/j2MDjqed-gg/s320/210420082870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197060468746890018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my esbi kids. Billy (Head counselor)  and Bcel (work period head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbgviKvI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZJHxf1DLVxA/s1600-h/210420082868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbgviKvI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZJHxf1DLVxA/s320/210420082868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197059884631337714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One special moment for me during the camp was when Raya, a camper, prayed for me after my talk. Her prayer touched my heart and encouraged me to continue seeking and loving the Lord. Wonderful prayer from a young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worship Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus the Life Giver Church, Paenaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascending to the Hill (Psalm 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This worship camp was really memorable. It was my first time to speak on a subject that I learned in the inner chamber which is worship. I'm not a worship leader but I am a worshipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3RQviK3I/AAAAAAAAACw/aeJZBcM3r0o/s1600-h/010520082940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3RQviK3I/AAAAAAAAACw/aeJZBcM3r0o/s320/010520082940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197074002188839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey to the campsite was full of faith igniting incidents. Praise God for the gift of faith, to walk even if I don't know the place...to walk even if I'm alone and to continue walking until I reached my destination to deliver His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Ask for the whole address. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3RgviK4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4DatWERPGTk/s1600-h/010520082954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3RgviK4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4DatWERPGTk/s320/010520082954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197074006483807106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delegates were from slum areas in Marikina and Rizal. The camp organized by Pastora and young adults from CCF and was graciously funded by brothers and sisters from US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3RwviK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/KnrE_-7Q60s/s1600-h/010520082989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3RwviK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/KnrE_-7Q60s/s320/010520082989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197074010778774418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of missionaries in the camp. Pastora, a woman I looked up to ever since I started in Sunday School. She's a woman of old age, with gray hair and has unceasing compassion for the poor. She's really an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I met korean missionaries who taught for the camp's workshops. I learned from them LOVE. Love for the land of your inheritance. I felt their love, passion and compassion for the Filipinos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3SAviK6I/AAAAAAAAADI/aVq9BKldKmY/s1600-h/010520083000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-3SAviK6I/AAAAAAAAADI/aVq9BKldKmY/s320/010520083000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197074015073741730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for these times of ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at work in every corner of the world, every group and age and even to every person and nationality. And you want us to come as a generation who seeks Your face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing! To you be all the glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-3557095592978874959?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/3557095592978874959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=3557095592978874959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/3557095592978874959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/3557095592978874959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-camps.html' title='Summer Camps'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-vfTlf3CaQ/SB-qbwviKwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lkGBwNrGMFk/s72-c/210420082866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-6578841967452769858</id><published>2008-04-28T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:16:30.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodling Again</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a year of not posting here and moving &lt;a href="http://soughtafter.wordpress.com"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;, I'm here again to update my doodling pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my hiatus here was not only about moving to another blog but it was more on UNLEARNING a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a year of 'unlearning things'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my season of leaving my 'egypt' and starting a new journey. After college, I had a lot of dreams and plans and wishes for my 'spiritual journey'. I wanted to do A LOT  of things for God, not realizing that God wanted to do A LOT MORE in my life before He will need my service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was really a testimony of God's abundant grace and mercy. Felt like an old wine skin that went through re-processing. It was hard, painful and humbling...yet it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, slowly but surely the Lord is bringing me back to the same but more challenging road. Before, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; own missionary journey but now, I am walking to the Highway of Holiness coming up to the hill of the Lord. :) A greater vision, a higher call from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back here. To doodle my ministry updates and to record how His call will unfold and be realized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Most High who prepares those whom He calls.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-6578841967452769858?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/6578841967452769858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=6578841967452769858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/6578841967452769858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/6578841967452769858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2008/04/doodling-again.html' title='Doodling Again'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-8201146577719776757</id><published>2007-01-29T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:08:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hongkong Missionaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Like I've said before, I get giddy whenever I talk to missionaries...and yesterday was another giddy-sunday for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ate Ambs and I attended the New Member's Fellowship with  Pastor Brent and Sis. Kim. We came in late because we had a signup booth for YA ministry at the lobby and we invited (more like kidnapped) those hard to find (and hard to invite) YA members of the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Since we were late, we sat with the 'white men'...or the foreigners in the church. I only knew Bro. Keith and his wife since we worked together during Kuya Bry's wedding. He introduced us to the two other ladies sitting with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;They were Sis. Jacelyn and Sis. Cindy...the two missionaries from hongkong. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Actually, Ptr. Brent had been announcing them and their work in hongkong. They're here to collect contacts in Hongkong. And ever since I've heard Pastor Brent's announcement, I wanted to approach them and have a chitchat...I don't know anyone in hongkong, but I want to talk to them and ask them about missions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But of course, my shyness (yeah right!) kept me from approaching them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So I was REALLY surprised when I met them yesterday. They were really pleasant and nice. They started asking questions to us. (since, we were new members..) We shared how we were invited to Faith by friends and how we're enjoying the fellowship and the church in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then, it was my time to ask questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked them about hongkong and how they will start the work there. I was all ears to every word they were saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's like, listening to a friend who's re-telling a really good love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;After their stories, I told them I also want to be a missionary, in Mongolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I saw their eyes widened...like seeing someone for the first time, or learning that the person infront of them was a royalty..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;They were really happy about it. They told me to share it to Ptr. Brent so he can pray with me. (And that made my heart leap and my stomach turn into knot...in excitement and nervousness.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I believe that God orchestrates things and events in my life.  And yesterday was not an exemption. I met Sis. jacelyna nd Sis. Cindy for  areason. I may not know it now, but in time God will make me understand why I sat on that table with those two pleasant ladies.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-8201146577719776757?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/8201146577719776757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=8201146577719776757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/8201146577719776757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/8201146577719776757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2007/01/hongkong-missionaries.html' title='Hongkong Missionaries.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-797155392175482929</id><published>2007-01-19T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:52:38.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Step.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Last Dec 04, i blogged about Taking the First Step. My first step in bringing the gospel to my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And last wednesday, I took the second step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A few days before Christmas I was riding the MRT with the Ms. I., I was telling her that I was meeting my church friends to play badminton. That started our conversation about how she misses bible studies and fellowships. She was also a christian and a tambourine dancer. But lately, because of busy schedule at work and also after leaving to her home church to joining her husband at another church, somehow her zest for fellowship declined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I knew it was the signal I was waiting from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked her immediately if she wanted to form a bible study in the  office. She said yes! (With excited tone and clapping hands). Then she asked if I could lead the group since she's not really in the good shape to lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Of course, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;bibo kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; that I was, I said YES. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then we had a covenant to pray about it during the christmas break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I took it in my heart to pray...and even fast for it. I knew that it was God's hand moving to orchestrate everything...it was perfect...the timing, the people involved, everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I was humbled by the fact that God was honoring my desire to bring the gospel to the lost. I wanted to share it to Mongolia, but God in His wisdom, knew that I still need preparation and equipping...so for my first course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;bible study 101 in the market place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;After almost a month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Bible Study finally started. Ate S., Ms. I and me gathered during lunch break. I was nervous. Very nervous. I don't know them personally. Ate S. is a new christian with a very strong personality. I was afraid I'll say something that will offend her or something to that effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I shared matthew 6:33. It was about giving our worries to the Lord. I was amazed how they responded. Ate S. said that the Word was very timely, her husband was diagnosed with ulcer and she was ver worried about him. She felt comforted with the Word. Also, Ms. I, shared her worries...she actually broke into tears while sharing. She's been praying for a long time for a child. She said that sometimes she feels that she's worrying too much instead of trusting God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I also shared my worries. I told them that I'm worried to be left alone in the country if ever my parents migrate to Canada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then afterwards, we encouraged one another that we just have to TRUST God, to give our burdens to Him and to believe that He's on the move...He's never late, always on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Before we ended, Ate S, was very excited to share her prayer concerns. I was surprised, she has ALOT of prayer requests! Then Ms. I, told me to pray for our officemate who needs healing. One of our production staff was hit by a motorcycle while riding at the back of a tricycle.  So, we closed the bible study with a very long prayer time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Afterwards, I went back to the R&amp;D lab teary-eyed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I felt an overwhelming spring of joy in my heart. My heart was screaming... We made it God! One big move in claiming this land!=) This is just the start of something wonderful...something great..something glorious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I praise the Lord for His grace that enabled me to lead. I praise the Lord for His love that's  all over me... I can't help but share it to those people who haven't known Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's time to take possession of the Land. March On. Break the Walls. Sound the trumpet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Let it be Known that Jesus is Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-797155392175482929?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/797155392175482929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=797155392175482929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/797155392175482929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/797155392175482929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2007/01/second-step.html' title='Second Step.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-7021189941150374612</id><published>2006-12-30T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:39:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I was eight years old, I wanted to be a super model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No kidding. I shared that dream with my two other playmates. We usually spent afternoons dressing up and modeling in front of the mirror. Our catwalk was the aisle between the bed and the wall and our center stage was the window seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That was my young heart's dream. And that time, I believed with all my heart that I was the most beautiful girl and I will be a supermodel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But after moving to another house and leaving my two playmates, that dream started to fade away...until totally forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After moving to our new house, just 3 streets away from the old, my life changed drastically. (Of course, from a eight-year-old point of view.) I didn't have playmates who wanted to be a supermodel. They all wanted to do traps to kill the boys. The girls in the neighborhood hated the boys so much that they usually spent the afternoon planning traps for the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I stopped dreaming to be a supermodel, instead I became one tough girl who fights with the bad boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But still I wanted to be a model...to feel beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In between that young girl's dream and today came a whirlwind of good and bad experiences that made me forget that I wanted to be a model and worse, that I am beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I had experiences that pierced some arrows in my heart, some are easy to take out but others are deeply rooted. It wounded my femininity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I thought that I would protect my heart if I'll be boyish and carefree. And today, I found my heart, walled, protected and hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lately, God has been pursuing me... He wants to win my heart. He wants to be the lover of my soul.  He wants to penetrate the deepest part of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was stunned when I first realized that God was pursuing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;First, I am not used to God as my Lover. He is my Master. He is my Friend. He is my Lord. But to be my Lover? How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I slept but my heart was awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Listen! My lover is knocking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Open to me, my sister, my darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;my dove, my flawless one..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Beloved,Song of Songs 5:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've never been involved in a serious relationship, although I've experienced to be courted...but I've protected myself from these things long ago, cause I don't want to be hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And allowing God to be my Lover means making myself, my heart in particular, to be vulnerable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's pursuing me! Knocking at my heart. He wants me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's overwhelming to know. And even more overwhelming to feel and see how He's making me feel special and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One time, I was jogging at the track oval, when I ask God to give me some sprinkles, I want to feel His love at that moment. I was looking at the sky when suddenly, I saw a beautiful fireworks that lasted for 3 minutes. It was awesome. It was beautiful. Just like His love. Awesome, wonderful and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am God's Beloved. I am His princess. His desire is for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God is restoring my heart. Healing me from my past wounds and taking away the fears I have in loving unconditionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Somehow, I realized that only in learning God's perfect Love will I be able to Love other people, perfectly and unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And as for my 'Beauty' issue...it's now a thing of the past. I am putting an end to all the lies that the enemy has placed in my mind, distorting my self-esteem and how I perceive my self. I am beautiful and wonderfully made. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am His Princess. An Heiress of His Great Kingdom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As for now, I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;princess in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; since I am still awaiting the return of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Whatever comes, cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in a cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Sara, A Little Princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-7021189941150374612?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/7021189941150374612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=7021189941150374612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/7021189941150374612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/7021189941150374612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/12/beloved.html' title='Beloved.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-2050053340556360137</id><published>2006-12-12T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:24:28.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the anesthesia is gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want to cry. But I can't, I'm still in a public place. Maybe later, when I get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My heart is on the verge of bursting...It's as if the effect of anesthesia God injected a few months back is finished and now I have to feel the real situation again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know the feeling when you're under anesthesia? I once felt that when my dentist had to extract my tooth. I felt pain when it was injected but after it took effect I felt numb. I was aware that my dentist was doing something in my mouth. I can hear the scary tooth-extractor (I don't really know what it's called.)...I see her move. I know something is happening. But since I'm under anesthesia...and I was sitting still on the chair, I can't feel the pain, I can't feel the relief after the tooth was extracted...I can't feel anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But after awhile, one hour to be exact, the numbness was gone and I then I felt normal again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's how I am feeling right now. I'm feeling 'normal' again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God spoke to me a few nights ago about something I thought was already finished because I sacrificed and broke the jar. I was assuming that since it was an 'expensive perfume'...all of my sacrifice had volatilized and joined the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But god said, it's not yet finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;His words were really striking. I jumped from one book to another, trying to move away from the topic...but believe it or not the more pages I turn the more revelation he gives. What is more surprising was ALL the verses are connected to each other. My heart raced, nervous and confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was telling God, &lt;em&gt;"Lord, I thought we're finished with this, I've given everything, right&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then He answered, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give, and it will be given to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.( Luke 6:38)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God gave me more verses that night, and I cried and poured out my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The anesthesia was finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know that God is on the move. he's doing something during the days I was under anesthesia. I wasn't reacting because God made me numb and put me in the 'okay mode'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But now, I am feeling everything. And God knows how nervous I am to be in this situation. I am VERY nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday, God comforted me with the stories of Abraham, Moses and David. He gave promises to these great men, but what comes in between the promise and fulfilment are reckless decisions and alot of manmade mess. But God's promises are real, and He will finish it. Whatever happens He will make a way to bring me to His promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bcel had a vision two years ago while we were having our discipleship. She saw God painting my life and I was sitting quietly on His side and watching Him put colors on the canvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That is what i am planning to do. I will be watching God move His brush and paint my life in the next following days...weeks..years.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The excitement in me is building up. And the more I feel God's move, the tighter I hold His hands. We started this together and we will finish this together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-2050053340556360137?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/2050053340556360137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=2050053340556360137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/2050053340556360137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/2050053340556360137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-anesthesia-is-gone.html' title='When the anesthesia is gone.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-7521114439851796842</id><published>2006-12-04T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:12:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the First Step.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ive been praying to God on how I could evangelize in the office. I want to share the gospel, start a bible study and even disciple at least one officemate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's been three months since I started my work in DIC and still I have no output...spiritually. My BOSS upthere has been reminding me of my 'deadlines' and 'pending works'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday, my immediate supervisor (Pastor Brent) met us and reminded us of the second coming of our BOSS. pastor didn't gave the exact date and time, but he said (a couple of times) that we should Keep Watch and Be Alert because the hour is near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know that sometimes, I feel lazy to work on the 'projects' and do the 'work' He has called me to do in my office. But yesterday's warning was a big wake up call for me. It was like getting a red alert status from the commander-in-chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So last night, while praying for my procedures to do the 'work'...a dusty 2x2 in cube caught my attention. I reached for it and opened the box. It was my 'EVANGECUBE'. A gift I got from one of my YWAM friends in college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then slowly I felt the Spirit speaking to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is not enough to have a 'good testimony', or to let your 'light shine'... I must take the offensive moves...to speak and declare the good news of salvation...to my lab-mates, officemates and even to my manager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They too need my sweet Saviour...and I have no right to withheld that blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God is on the move and so must I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This will be my birthday gift for myself...I don't like clothes or shoes or cellphone...I'd like to have one soul brought to Jesus on or before my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And that will make my 24th birthday joyful and meaningful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes, it would be joyful...imagine..all the angels will be singing and dancing with me.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-7521114439851796842?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/7521114439851796842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=7521114439851796842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/7521114439851796842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/7521114439851796842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/12/taking-first-step.html' title='Taking the First Step.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-8807057372698122736</id><published>2006-11-29T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:51:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jam sings to Him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No one else can touch my heart like You do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can search for all eternity Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And find, there is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No one else can touch my heart like You do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can search for all eternity Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And find, there is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your mercy flows like a river wide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And healing comes from Your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Suffering children are safe in Your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You, ( There is none like You, Lord)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can search for all eternity Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can search for all eternity Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none,( there is none,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He sings to Jam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is none like You,&lt;br /&gt;No one else can touch my heart like You do,&lt;br /&gt;I can search for all eternity long...&lt;br /&gt;And find, there is none like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You.&lt;br /&gt;No one else can touch my heart like You do,&lt;br /&gt;I can search for all eternity long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And find, there is none like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is my favorite love song to my Sweet Saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is through this song that I felt my heart is so secured in God. I can trust His love for me and that I am His beloved. I feel beautiful everytime I would hear God singing this to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh how sweet is the love of my saviour to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nothing can compare to His loyalty in loving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lord, there is none like you in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Iloveyousomuch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-8807057372698122736?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/8807057372698122736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=8807057372698122736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/8807057372698122736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/8807057372698122736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-love-song_29.html' title='Our Love Song.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-40425508968280852</id><published>2006-11-24T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:33:43.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I put my trust in Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My heart is the noisiest part of my body. It shouts in the silence of the night and restless in the stillness of thedawn. It's hard to keep it quiet and still. The questions and worrying adds up every minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God would always tell me that He is sovereign. I could always TRUST Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But honestly, I know that I would always give a half hearted 'YES'answer. I would always keep a little reservation to myself. Probably to protect my heart from disappontment or frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of course, God is not contented with my answer. He wants my FULL, One-hundred-percent trust. He will not stop convincing me until I'd give it to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A cg-mate once texted me this message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" ...as I have been with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not fail you nor forsake you." -Joshua 1:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Risk the trustworthiness of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Risk? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why I am so afraid to risk when it is God who's asking me to trust Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Past experiences with people I trusted then betrayed or failed me somehow affects my attitude on trusting God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I have A LOT more  reasons to trust God. I can trust His character, His power, His love, His heart... and the very fact that &lt;strong&gt;He will never lie&lt;/strong&gt; is enough reason for me to give Him my one hundred percent trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This week, God gave me this verse that quieted my heart and placed me in the attitude of Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;for God is greater than our hearts and knows everything" -1 John 3:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've read alot of verses that speaks about God being sovereign and trsutworthy. But I guess, there are really some verses that will strike your heart to the core. And this is one of those verses for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After reading and meditating it, my heart seems to be so serene. I feel that I am at the feet of Jesus listening to His teachings and just adoring Him for His goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God knows my heart and knows everything. Why will I worry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God is holding my life...and I am more precious than those lilies! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-40425508968280852?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/40425508968280852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=40425508968280852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/40425508968280852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/40425508968280852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-put-my-trust-in-him.html' title='I put my trust in Him.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-753701584468141370</id><published>2006-11-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:24:41.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terimakasih Tuhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That means: Thank you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Out of the many phrases I learned when I was in Indonesia, this is my most favorite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Terimakasih (&lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;) Tuhan (&lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday was another treat for a missionary-wannabe like me. We had foreign visitors from ISOT (International School of Theology) to share about their countries' prayer points. There were four representatives from Taiwan, Myanmar, Thailand and Indonesia. (I was actually hoping to that one of them was from Mongolia). They share a brief background about their country and the situation of christianity in their places. After that, they led us in prayer using their native language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I felt like I was in EARC once again. Praying in different tongues but united in spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I felt a tinge of guilt when the representative from Indonesia was reporting. I remembered my covenant with Nata, my indonesian sister. We promised to pray for each otehr and for our countries. But after I lost my webmail in UP I lost contact with her because she also changed her email and I wasn't able to give my yahoo add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The last time I heard from her was, she already resigned form her secular job and committed herself as a full time worker in Perkantas (IVCF Indonesia). That was her dream, to reach out the muslim students in her university. (&lt;em&gt;Just like mine&lt;/em&gt;...)And during EARC we prayed hard about it. Those were memorable times for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am always affected whenever I hear tragedies or bombings in Indonesia. I remember her, my dear sweet sister Nata. I hope and pray that God will protect and save her from the schemes of the enemy. I don't know if we will see each other again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But for sure, we'll have a grand reunion up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last night, I learned that I can help in missions not just in financial aspect. I was burdened to have a time of prayer for the warriors in the field. In that way, I can be part of the battle...active participation in mission field. And I know that prayer is the best armor we christians have in claiming one territory after another!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The battle is the Lord's! Our God is mighty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let's take part in proclaiming that Jesus is Lord! (And there is no other..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-753701584468141370?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/753701584468141370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=753701584468141370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/753701584468141370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/753701584468141370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/11/terimakasih-tuhan.html' title='Terimakasih Tuhan.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-116313365950141353</id><published>2006-11-10T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:49.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is God When it Hurts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Your world is dark, safe, secure. You are bathed in warm liquid, cushioned from shock. You do nothing for yourself; you are fed automatically, and a murmuring heartbeat assures you that someone larger than you fills you’re not sure what to wait for, but any change seems far away and scary. You meet no sharp objects, no pain, no threatening adventures. A fine existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you feel a tug. The walls are falling in on you. Those soft cushions are now pulsing and beating against you, crushing you downwards. Your body is bent double., your limbs twisted and wrenched. You’re falling, upside down. For the first time in your life. you feel pain. You’re in a sea of rolling matter. There is more pressure, almost too intense to bear. Your head is squeezed flat, and you are pushed harder, harder into a dark tunnel. Oh, the pain. Noise. More pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt all over. You hear a groaning sound and an awful, sudden fear rushes in on you. It is happening—your world is collapsing. You’re sure it’s the end. You see a piercing, blinding light. Cold, rough hands pull at you. A painful slap. Waaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You’ve just been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philip Yancey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was another &lt;em&gt;'crying night'&lt;/em&gt; for me last night. I know God was trying to take me out again of my world. And like leaving teh womb, it seems frightening, portentous, full of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am just afraid of the unknown. I would rather drop the whole idea than risk and see a bright new world. I am such a whimp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last night, I was like a child groaning, sobbing for God's attention. I knew I was trying to convince God to purge everything about &lt;em&gt;the issue. &lt;/em&gt;I just can't take the issue any longer. I was battling against myself, my will. But I was losing...its just too intense to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cried, buckets of tears. And it felt good to cry, to let out all the liquid words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know God is birthing something in my character. And I have to endure the this. I know it will take time and it is a painful process. But after awhile, when I see the end of this, I know I will be amazed how clearly things come into focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No wonder Jesus reffered to this as being "&lt;em&gt;born again&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-116313365950141353?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/116313365950141353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=116313365950141353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116313365950141353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116313365950141353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-is-god-when-it-hurts.html' title='Where is God When it Hurts?'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-116279768291415453</id><published>2006-11-06T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:49.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Missionary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;" As my Father hath sent Me, even so send I you." John 20:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my desire to go to Mongolia was once again triggered because of Dr. Tom Sparrow's preaching on Deutoromy 30:11-20 which focuses on Missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This November our church is celebrating its Mission's Month and yesterday's Word was really a good start to make a spark in each believer's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so consumed of the desire to preach the gospel, to tell the good news...to give hope to those who are perishing. Just like Jesus, giving what the people really NEED, salvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This desire started way back in 2004, when one of my disciple shared that she wants to be a missionary. I was challenged by her boldness to declare such desire because I was really afraid to go out of my comfort zone, church and campus ministry. I thought that those two are enough..I don't really need to be a missionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then, after going to Indonesia for EARC, my eyes was opened to the the world...to the world that needs a Saviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Each country shared how they struggle to share Christ, that christianity is still a small percentage in their country, that alot of people are still perishing and dying without knowing Christ...without having a chance to hear the goodnews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ftrom there, I know that God has planted a seed in my heart for missions. The Philippines is blessed with alot of workers and believers, and there are still alot of souls waiting to hear the Word, like the country of Mongolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't know, each time I hear and think of missions, MOngolia would always surface in my mind and spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someday, if  God wills...I will go there and find at least one soul wh's waiting to know christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The great essential of the missionary is that he remains true to the call of God, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and realizes that his one purpose is to disciple men and women to Jesus."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Utmost For His Highest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someday...Lord, fan this flame...bring me to where you want me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-116279768291415453?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/116279768291415453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=116279768291415453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116279768291415453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116279768291415453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/11/missionary.html' title='A Missionary.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-116237439238020273</id><published>2006-11-01T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:49.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;by: Michael Alfred Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Highbeam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;here i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;still longing for Your promised peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that surpasses understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'cause i need salvation from my despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i've been carrying my burdens for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i awake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;body trembling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;with tears on my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and fear in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'cause i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You don't hear my voice anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;don't withhold Your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;come quickly Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i need Thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chorus1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are my Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my Stronghold, never failing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my Fortress, Deliverer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in You i find my peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i guess i may not understand Your answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for Your ways are higher than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and so are Your thoughts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lord forgive me for doubting You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;come quickly Lord, i need Thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chorus1chorus2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are my Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my Stronghold, never fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my Fortress in times of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in You i find my peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in You i find my peace... always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dad sang this song last Sunday during the Anniversary concert. I was transported back in time when it ministered to me last year, when I was in Pampanga, distressed with my situtation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I didn't want to be there. It was beyond my imagination that my first job would be in the province away from my life in Manila. I didn't want to live there either, life there was for me, plain and simpl. Everyday was a struggle to finish the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But God gave me this song during one of those crying nights. He taught me His sovereignty over my life. He's my master therefore I should obey (with cheerfulness). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God wanted to saturate me with His presence. He started purging out my pride, my self-sufficiency and everything that keeps me away from His presence. And then He filled me with praises and joy in the quietness of farms and sunsets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God's sanctuary doesn't just reside in the church nor in the campus ministry that I dearly love,not just with my family or christian friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God's sanctuary is in every place He wants me to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... in the center of His will&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And that is where I found peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was caught by the cords of death; the snares of Sheol had seized me; I felt agony and dread.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called on the name of the LORD, "O LORD, save my life!"&lt;br /&gt;Gracious is the LORD and just; yes, our God is merciful.&lt;br /&gt;The LORD protects the simple; I was helpless, but God saved me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Return, my soul, to your rest; the LORD has been good to you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;For my soul has been freed from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling.&lt;br /&gt;I shall walk before the LORD in the land of the living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Psalm 116:2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-116237439238020273?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/116237439238020273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=116237439238020273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116237439238020273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116237439238020273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/11/sanctuary.html' title='Sanctuary'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-116220639524812081</id><published>2006-10-30T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alabaster Jar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Now when Jesus was in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper,&lt;br /&gt;a woman came up to him with an alabaster jar of costly perfumed oil, and poured it on his head while he was reclining at table.&lt;br /&gt;When the disciples saw this, they were indignant and said, "Why this waste?&lt;br /&gt;It could have been sold for much, and the money given to the poor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jesus knew this, he said to them, "Why do you make trouble for the woman? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has done a good thing for me&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Matthew 26:7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If I remembered it right, it was the last week of August when God gave me this passage on 'Alabaster Jar'. It was during those times that I was asking alot of questions to God about a certain issue. I was struggling to be still and I was demanding God to give me a clear and solid instruction because I couldn't stay in the situation any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But instead of answering me, He gave me Mary's story of extravagant worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My first reaction was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Lord, do you want me to offer something that is expensive and precious?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I knew in my heart where God was leading me. Or should I say, I knew what was the 'expensive and precious' thing that He wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. A very precious person in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two years ago, God asked me to start praying for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. I was not sure if it will lead to something romantic or God just wanted me to be his prayer support. I wasn't really sure, but still I obeyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I prayed for him regularly. He doesn't know about this and I don't have any plans of telling him. Eventhough my prayers were somehow the same prayers i have for my other friends, his became special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And the more I prayed, the more I invested affections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And now, after two long years, God wanted me to offer all these, all my prayers and hopes that sprang up from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It crushed me. I was confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He placed me here and now he wanted me out. Just like that. No explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After meditating the story of Mary and the Alabaster Jar, I realized what real worship is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To hold everything loosely and worship God in every way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God wanted to see if I was willing to give Him the most extravagant worship I could offer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My prayers, affection and love for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;...and even my desire to be with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought I couldn't do it. It was just beyond my wisdom how I could show my extravangant worship without being bitter about the whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But God made me understand that my focus turned to promise and not to the Promise-giver. My attitude changed from trusting to complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's why He's asking this offering, because more than anything, He wants me back in His arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So just recently, I broke my Alabaster Jar of Prayers and Affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And yes, I cried at His feet whem I did this. Not because it was painful, but because I realized I love my Saviour more than anything...and I was very sorry for not showing this for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To end, I did not gave &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; up, I gave &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-116220639524812081?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/116220639524812081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=116220639524812081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116220639524812081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116220639524812081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/10/alabaster-jar.html' title='Alabaster Jar.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-116220347527366921</id><published>2006-10-30T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:49.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Dark Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My heart is breaking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned a deep-dark secret that really broke my heart to pieces. I feel betrayed that for so many years I thought I knew everything about my friend, and that we are together in bringing the gospel to our other friends because we were both christian in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after knowing everything (I hope it's everything), the reality of the situation came to light. The reasons why I was having a hard time penetrating our group was because her testimony in the group was tainted. So tainted that even I can't believe it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put on the details here. Because I love her, and if ever she'll hop in here I want her to know that I love her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I really don't know how to react in this situation, I want to show her that my love and understanding is real. But I also want to show her the consequences of what happened and that you are just and the reality of your wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for her, so much that I my heart aches every time I remember her.I don't know what to do God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I show my deep concern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I extend grace? When I feel right now is betrayal and deception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way to her heart, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my love for her be an overflow of your love. God...help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be merciful, just as (also) your Father is merciful. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 6:36&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(October 29.Sunday.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-116220347527366921?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/116220347527366921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=116220347527366921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116220347527366921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116220347527366921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/10/deep-dark-secret.html' title='Deep Dark Secret.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36828833.post-116220327875992548</id><published>2006-10-30T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:21:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This will be a journal of a young girl who dreams of going to Mongolia for missions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot more doodles on her daily quest to be in the presence of the Almighty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blog, written and made as a form of worship to her Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that will be it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to His Majesty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36828833-116220327875992548?l=thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/feeds/116220327875992548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36828833&amp;postID=116220327875992548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116220327875992548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36828833/posts/default/116220327875992548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaughterofzion.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-start.html' title='For a start.'/><author><name>Jam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709256447139200976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10034811118299814129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>