Psalm 2 First time

First time experience to count as reformation:

cleaning service

temporary house mate and maid

door lock spoils and hardly get into my own house

holding full responsibility in educating other people's children

giving out name card to be called 'Instructor'

to be praised as the child has improvement in studies

live without salary for almost quarter of the month

talk without feeling intimidated and ' pai seh'

Psalm 1

There is no good or bad decision. Life is about a new thing after another new thing.

Comfortable secure is not secure at all.

Success is not equal to work. Success is letting God live through you.

Senior Pastor Ong Sek Leang

Fountain - where is it?

Many exploration of myself and growing relationship with the people around me.

Time passes so fast that I could not have time to release my thoughts in my post.

This is the most dry season I have ever encountered. I did not know why and still do not know why.

I cried while driving as I miss those days walking closely with God.

Where is the problem? I am still searching but I know that God still loves me regardless how I feel.

I enjoy teaching and I like my job. I enjoy that every moment of my life is used for the good of my company and for my students. I am always busy with something which keep me alive.

I see conflicts in myself and complications. Where has simplicity gone to?

I wish I will not need to sleep or rest so that I will finish ALL my things in hand then take a big rest but I know that this just cannot be happening.

I am loosing my head now.

If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! -------------------------------------------------- I am loosing my cool when the words of man attack my mind again. Sigh. I want to get over it but the more I want to get over it the more I could not.