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My 1st Day of 2018

Jesus, Lover of my soul... Obviously, Jesus loves me. With everything that happened in the year 2017, this statement is unquestionable. Early yesterday morning, I got up and went to Sunday service with my sister, Beging. Prayer time, I had a chance to talk to God about my future. I begged my Lord to please remove the desires in my heart that aren't pleasing to Him. Not that I wasn't praying prior to that day. It's just that for that particular moment, that was my focus prayer. During praise and worship, every lyrics broke my heart. I sang, out loud, even if the songs were unfamiliar. My life as a follower of Jesus isn't perfect. There are times that I would really ask Him for things that I want even if they won't bring advancement to the Gospel. There are times that I would really be stubborn and tell God to just let me be and refused to be comforted. There are times that I and my King are not in good terms. There are many times that I break His heart. There...

I Want a Heart that Desires to Care for the Lost – of which I once was!

“Only the lost can be found,” they said. God found me. We have a bond nothing can break. What about the others? Those still wandering. Heart check --- do I really care? I can only imagine how people around Jesus reacted, yet it didn’t hinder Him from getting along with ‘tax collectors’. I want to have a heart as that of Jesus, not in bondage of people’s approval. In my sphere of influence, there are those considered ‘sinners’. Although we all are but like the Pharisees, the society labeled them as ‘immoral’. At work, we have proud adulterers, thief, cheaters, gossipers, women become pregnant before marriage and they call it ‘love’, marijuana user --- name the worst sin you could ever imagine, it surely is present in our office. I mourn for them, but I have to be honest. Not 100% at a time I want to be with them sharing Jesus. Sometimes I want to flee for several reasons: I fear rejection, I’m too busy with other stuff, lastly and I think the worst is, I don’t want to befr...