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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, April 18, 2007
-4:15 PM
One of pupils, who resembles Krystal. Beautiful.
Made this collage for my pupils. Took numerous pictures of them during the excursion to the Health Zone quite some time ago.
One love letter from my primary two boy. Adorable. Spelt my name wrongly though.
Took this when I went to Diaso with Tommy and Sharon. Joash looks so inviting (makes him sound like a dessert) in this picture.
It was Saturday night. No… it was in the wee hours of Sunday morning. I knew it was time to drift into slumber but was convicted otherwise. There was an urgent certainty that I needed to write those cards that morning, with almost half-opened eyes. It was during sermon time then I realized why.
The topic was on serving. If you want to be the first, you have to learn to be the last. Most of the cards which I wrote for some of my brothers and sisters were on serving with joy. They were mostly words of encouragement to serve in spite of the difficulties, exhaustion and constraints. Everything landed right.
I know how it feels. To be taken for granted when you have been doing so much. To be screamed at (whether verbally or not) when you are trying your best. To receive plenty of ill comments when they serve no purpose or help. To reach the point of utter fatigue in every aspect (spiritually, emotionally, physically etc.).
I reckon this is typical of melancholic people. But we must learn to build our joy on every little lovely thing. Focusing on the right source and invest! Everyone needs a little pat on the back and encouragement. Dear XXX, run a good, nope, it should be stupendous race. Remember, Gillian is always here if you need Aunt Agony.
Congratulations to those who will be going for their promotion or receiving their Wrong Service Awards. Oops, it should be Long Service Award. Funny. Overheard during contact time.
I woke up this morning with expectancy. I wanted so much to see my pupils. Sounds ridiculous. The piles of books and papers await, but so do the innocent smiles and ludicrous responses. Yes, they do make me angry but they are still my angels. I love to hear them call “Ms Gillian…”. Sweet…
