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Monday, 04 January 2010


  • So I've been thinking and I realise that this is what I want: to love God faithfully.


    All I Ever Wanted
    Margaret Becker




    From where I lay
    I can see the sun
    Rising through the trees
    Before I face
    This morning rush
    I get down on my knees

    I lift my eyes
    And I thank You for
    This life You've granted me
    I pray that every day I live
    Your heart will be pleased

    I pray for
    Hands that hold You
    Higher than anything else
    And a heart to love You
    More than life itself
    This is all I've ever wanted
    This is all I want to be
    All I've ever wanted
    Is to love You
    Faithfully

    From where I stand
    I can see the dreams
    That You have fulfilled
    Such kindness I did not deserve
    But You gave it still

    What do I have
    That You did not give
    There's nothing that I can see
    So all I have to give to You
    Is what You've given me

    I pray for
    Hands that hold you
    Higher than anything else
    And this heart to love You
    More than life itself
    This is all I've ever wanted
    This is all I want to be
    All I've ever wanted
    Is to love You
    Faithfully

    I know I don't have the power
    To love You like I should
    But everyday with everything I have
    I wish I could
    I'm standing here now
    These words I pray
    I wanna love You better
    Whatever it takes

    I pray for
    Hands that hold you
    Higher than anything else
    And this heart to love You
    More than life itself
    This is all I've ever wanted
    This is all I want to be
    All I've ever wanted
    Is to love You
    Faithfully


Thursday, 31 December 2009


  • Free to be Me
    Francesca Battistelli





    At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream
    A war's already waged for my destiny
    But You've already won the battle
    And You've got great plans for me
    Though I can’t always see

    ‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
    Got a couple rips in my jeans
    Try to fit the pieces together
    But perfection is my enemy
    On my own I'm so clumsy
    But on Your shoulders I can see
    I'm free to be me

    When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
    My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
    But things don't always come that easy
    And sometimes I would doubt

    ‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
    Got a couple rips in my jeans
    Try to fit the pieces together
    But perfection is my enemy
    On my own I'm so clumsy
    But on Your shoulders I can see
    I'm free to be me

    And you’re free to be you

    Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
    Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
    But You look at my heart and You tell me
    That I've got all You seek
    And it’s easy to believe
    Even though

    ‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
    Got a couple rips in my jeans
    Try to fit the pieces together
    But perfection is my enemy
    On my own I'm so clumsy
    But on Your shoulders I can see
    I'm free to be me

    And you’re free to be you


Tuesday, 29 December 2009


  • Philippians 1:9-11 (NASB)

    And this I pray,
    that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment,
     so that you may approve the things that are excellent,
    in order to be sincere and blameless until the day of Christ;
     having been filled with the fruit of righteousness which comes through Jesus Christ,
    to the glory and praise of God.


Monday, 26 October 2009


  • My sentiments exactly. =)





    Twentysomething
    Jamie Cullum

    After years of expensive education,
    a car full of books and anticipation,
    I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
    but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.

    Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
    finding myself or start a career.
    I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
    we all seem so different but we're just the same.

    Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
    aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
    Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
    I can't even separate love from lust.

    Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
    working nine to five answering phones.
    Don't make me live for my Friday nights,
    drinking eight pints and getting in fights.

    I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
    leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.

    Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
    philosophers say that that’s enough,
    there surely must be more. Ooooh ...

    Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
    the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
    But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
    I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.

    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah

    I’m a twenty something.
    Let me lie in, leave me alone.
    I’m a twenty something.

    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
    doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah


Saturday, 19 September 2009

  • Currently
    The Overachievers: The Secret Lives of Driven Kids
    By Alexandra Robbins
    see related

    Just finished reading The Overachievers by Alexandra Robbins. It brought back memories of high school, where perfectionism was closely associated with excellence, and "doing one's best" seemed to be interpreted as "being the best".

    High school's a bitter-sweet memory. On one hand, I did have fun; on the other hand, as I look back, I wish I didn't stress myself out so much. Heh.

    But well. =) I'm glad I've learned that one's self-worth isn't based on letter grades. Instead, school/college should be -- and is -- about discovering, learning, and knowing.