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Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am yours
dailies
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
-3:58 PM
Call me dumb. I may never see my money again. All it took was trust but now it is betrayed. And it is not just a loan to one person! I have never even seen her before but all I heard was that she has children to care for. Maybe I am too simple. If it takes money to reveal human nature, I treat it as an expensive lesson learnt. I will never lend people money again. Mind you, the amount is not in hundreds. I am not rich but my soft-heartedness… … told a few of my closer friends and though they advised, I decided to ‘let it go’. One of them was saccharine sweet. He asked if I needed financial help and if I do, just let him know. Haha. I am not confiding in people with the hope that they can lend me money. I can still manage on my own. But the assurance of such promises gives me the ‘strength’ to continue trying to trust in people? *SIGH* Let the bygone be the bygone.
Thanks, gal (you know who you are and I appreciate all the sharing)! You told me to write without using names and to just pour out. It is very helpful. I realized I am that kind who needs to let it out and this is pretty helpful and therapeutic. After ‘screaming’ out legibly, I am able to let go. Feels so good.
Stop reading me like a book. I don’t think I look like one. Sometimes I cannot even understand myself. What makes you think you can? To perfection, even? You are not God. Don’t hone your skills on me. I would appreciate if it is done tastefully and sensitively but your soft skills are a big let down. Stop telling me what to do. I am not to be instructed by you as you are not my God. Maybe I was being defensive. I admit to my flaws. I am not faultless. I know what is happening and I am attempting to be a better person. We are all supposed to anyway. Give me time. Nope… another mistake. Not going to ask you for time. I need to be asking God for grace. And after getting ‘shot’ by you for numerous times, I am laughing them all off now. Funny how I am taking all these. Haaaaaahaaaaaaa.
Came across this poem in my readings for projects. How true!!!
Leisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
- William Henry Davies
