When is it time for God then, if not now?
Picture taken at the Acropolis of Athens during summer '13
Santorini sunset, Greece '13
Was sorting out some pictures when i found pictures from 5 years ago when i was in boarding school.
*a money-faced wawa*
*Pin & wawa*
*chalet-cooked illegal meal*
*Cafeteria*
*neighbours*
Those were really good times - definitely some of the best years of my life. I just can't help smiling looking at these pictures =D
I miss being able to order burgers in the middle of the night, going cycling outdoors to get some deep fried banana fritters, PAN MEE IN TANJUNG MALIM(drools), cooking meals illegally in our chalets, going over next door when i am stuck with difficult maths questions because the math genius lived next door, I even miss doing maths! & canteen food! Hahahah!
Most importantly, i miss my dear friends =(
We used to see each other EVERY SINGLE DAY when we were in boarding school. It is very sad that now we are all around the world and are so busy with our own lives we barely talk to each other anymore. The time differences do not help neither.
Well, except shuyi =) even though i see her once every few months we do spend some quality time together. And for that, i am glad.
I MISS MY KY FRIENDS =( Even though we don't see each other anymore, you guys are always in my heart !
O God of Grace,
Thou hast imputed my sin to my substitute,
and has imputed his righteousness to my soul,
clothing me with a bridegroom’s robe,
deking me with jewels of holiness.
But in my Christian walk I am still in rags;
my best prayers are stained with sin;
my penitential tears are so much impurity;
my confessions of wrong are so many aggravations of sin;
my receiving the Spirit is tinctured with selfishness.
I need to repent of my repentance;
I need my tears to be washed;
I have no robe to bring to cover my sins,
no loom to weave my own righteousness;
I am always standing clothed in filthy garments,
and by grace am always receiving change of raiment,
for thou dost always justify the ungodly;
I am always going into the far country,
and always returning home as a prodigal,
always saying, Father, forgive me,
and thou art always bringing forth the best robe.
Every morning let me wear it,
every evening return in it,
go out to the day’s work in it,
be married in it,
be wound in death in it,
stand before the great white throne in it,
enter heaven in it shining as the sun.
Grant me never to lose sight of
the exceeding sinfulness of sin,
the exceeding righteousness of salvation,
the exceeding glory of Christ,
the exceeding beauty of holiness,
the exceeding wonder of grace