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Thursday, May 29, 2008


Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trust worthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God's inner sanctuary.
Hebrews 6:18-19
I am really a perfectionist who is not so perfect

Feathers

7:54 PM


Wednesday, May 28, 2008


Valerie's Online Shop

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Feathers

8:45 PM




Miracle on the River Kwai by Ernest Gordon

This is a true story of a group of POWs working on the Burma Railway during World War 2. At the end of each day, the tools were collected from the work party.

On one occasion, a Japanese guard shouted that a shovel was missing and demanded to know which man had taken it. He began to rant and rave, working himself up into a paranoid fury and ordered whoever was guilty to step forward.

No one moved. "All die! All die!" he shrieked, cocking and aiming his rifle at the prisoners.

At that moment, on man stepped forward the guard clubbed him to death with his rifle, as he stood silently to attention. When they returned to the camp, the tools were counted again and no shovel was missing. That one man had gone forward as a substitute to save the others.
(Nicky Gumbel)

In the same way that man in the story did, Christ died as a substitute in our place that we might live. There is no life apart from Christ because He is the way, the truth and the Life.

With love,
Jackyln

http://mydressingroom.livejournal.com

Feathers

8:24 PM


Thursday, February 14, 2008


I always thought you understand me best,
and thought your patience with me is like a well that will never run dry.
I thought wrong.
I forgot that change is the only constant variable.
People change.
And nothing lasts forever.
I feel so alone all of a sudden.
P.s I love You

Feathers

5:18 AM


Sunday, February 10, 2008


"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls."
I just finished reading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. I think its a great book, just like The Kite Runner. I felt so sad when I finished reading it. Should have savour it slowly. haha. The story does not lack in originality that is for sure. Thumbs up!!!

Feathers

1:32 AM


Monday, February 4, 2008


hello everybody!!! My friend has recently setup an online store!!! If you are in need of some nice clothes, do visit and lend your support k!! thank u!!

http://mydressingroom.livejournal.com/1135.html

Feathers

5:15 AM


Sunday, February 3, 2008


Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord, is this your will?"
It's then I hear You answer me, "My precious Child...be still."

Sometimes I feel fustrated, caused I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear You say to me, "My busy Child...just rest."

Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets so clear and says, "My child... please wait."

"I know the plans I have for you, the wondrous things you'll see;
If you can just be patient, Child, and put your trust in Me.

I've plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you cannot see and much you do not know.

But know this Child... I LOVE YOU. You are precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your destiny.

I've something very special I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you are gifts you cannot earn.

They come without a price tag, but not without a cost;
At Calvary, I gave My son, so You would not be lost.

Rest Child, and do not weary of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you just like I said I would.

Your name is written on My palm, I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when My answer is... Not yet."

Feathers

6:04 AM