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‚ô• Sunday, April 15, 2007
9:02 PM

new year.new semester. new friends. I'm amazed by His work. Last year in June 2006. God broke me into pieces really pieces. To do things His way and not my way. The reason I broke because I saw souls walking in the wrong direction. I told God somehow, you need to change the hearts of the people I see. I thank God that though it was really long ago. He answered. In a amazing manner. In His time not in ours, but His. I really thank God for using people to speak to talk to me that every prayer you make, make a difference, no matter how small or how short it is. God will answer in His time.

It was worship Jam yesterday, the worship team was ministered by God. It was really long but God is good. Things that were to be said was never left unsaid. God transformed this ministry. His ministry for the people. I guess, God spoke thru people as they prayed for us, again and again. I guess, today I unlocked a door I never wanted to open. Because I'm afraid. so afraid of music. I don't know because I'm whatever you have to say like music idiot. But God chose to me to unlock this door. I've feared even playing for mission trip. I struggled. I'm darn horrible about playing, but God made sure, after I come back, I will still pick up my guitar and play and sing. Whatever he said was quite true. I pick up guitar, because I dont know how to memorise chords so I play and sing my own song to God. But nevertheless, i'll never remember it.

There's so much things God spoke on Saturday and Sunday. It's like a whole lot. I'm to be a good girl and pray. Why? It was stupid of me? I told God for me to pray, it must be quiet. My house aren't quiet at all. So I told God perhaps in the night like 3 or 5 a.m that kind of thing. I realised I've not slept well for a whole week for a gd reason, now I remembered what I told God. I'll be a good girl to be always praying. Nothing more I can do. God loves us. :) I'm really happy.