and as she walks
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
the news
Thursday, December 20, 2007
-8:33 PM
Welcome!!!
It's our 100th post anniversary!
I changed the blogskin (what do you think?), chucked all my links from the redundant 'frens-linx.blogspot.com' over, added music on my tagboard page, and got a new tagboard.
Whew.
I also made my font bigger.
I read other peoples' blogs, and I think my blog might be weird. People copy entire MSN conversations on their blogs o_O Maybe I need to take lessons. Should I start uploading photos too? I used to do that for awhile.
Eh. Let me see. I should recount my entire schedule for today. Right. I went out with Dixin and borrowed money from her (thanks darling ;)), then I came home and napped and went out for dinner at my mother's net outreach. Apparently my mom is the net English-Chinese interpretor.
My maid, Sofi, is a very lovely girl. She's ignorant, but she's very sweet. She's always trying her best and she doesn't give up no matter what. She's got the nest attitude. I would have perished under everything she's been through.
I'm weak. In a lot of ways. Why? I want to know. But it's through the weak God shows His works best. The thing is I've been so good at covering my weaknesses (maybe not really), that it's not very obvious.
I want to belong too, and understand the inside jokes, and have friends who encourage me, and counsel my friends not only about shallow stuff like who's prank-calling them, or their two-minute crushes. I want to listen and counsel and love and do something only I can do and that people need me for.
In the end, I'm just as shallow and weak as anyone. My dad tells me not to have such high expectations in friendship. But I don't think it's impossible. I'm still hoping for it.
I'm praying for that kind of friendship, not only for myself. Maybe I've been selfish far too long. Friendship comes with sacrifice?
I'm weak and I can't do much. I'll write for all I'm worth, but in the end I'm going to have to trust God to fill in my large gaping blanks.
I'll listen when you want me to. Can you listen to me too?
Heh. I think this might be the monthly mood swings talking. I'm an emo wreck.
Let's move on.
Onto our 101th post!
Ta~
