Lately in the mood for blogging...
Tomolo is Monday... and i am dreading it badly.... guess cos there are just so much things to settle tomolo... Reports... close of FW... sending data... so on and so forth... and adding on to the fact that it was a long weekend for me...
Was intending to get out my photocopies of my certs and all in prepration for job interviews and so on... well... my certs and all are in my cupboard.. in a drawer in that cupboard.. i placed all the cards I got since Poly... In Poly... we had this habit of writing encouragement cards to one another... I kept all of them.... so... its piles and piles of cards... all from my Poly year 1 until now.. heheh... think most of the cards come during camps in Poly... well.. for the benefit of those who do not know me in Poly... which the majority of you reading this blog.. I was in Campus Crusade for Christ... we always have 2 camps every year... and during that time... we will write a lot of encouragement cards to each other... to ask each other to press on for PAPA.. learn more from PAPA during the camp... then there are a lot of cards also during exams when we studied together... it could be in little pocket size cards.. slips of paper.. or bookmarks... read some of them... and tears start coming down ... I miss those days so much... I miss those Poly days.. I miss those school days... Came upon the SIM gals brithday cards for me as well... The little Ayam book.. I guess I am just being emotional... I just dun wana today to end... cos waking up tomolo means I have to face tomolo.. But I just have to face tomolo...
Opened my email and found this mail from a Co. I applied to.. ask me to fill in some additional application form and send to them.... then suddenly fear gripped my heart...I dun wana work in that Co. for long... I just feel sick... then i start to wonder what I really want out of my career.. To be honest... I duno... I really duno what I want.... I dun get work to do.. I complain.. I get too much work to do... I complain... I complain at every single thing there is to complain about... And I feel sick that I am behaving this way...
Guess I just wana throw everything aside... go for a holiday.. and forget about everything for the moment... if I can only do that... go to somewhere where no one can call me and tell me there are problems with the project so on and so forth... go to somewhere where I am not me for the moment.. where I dun have to be me for the moment..
God.... Please transform my mind... please renew my mind so that I do not conform to the pattern of this world and so that I will be able to test and approve what your good, pleasing and perfect will is... PAPA.. I really need you so so much...
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Thump-Thud, Thump-Thudby Max Lucado
When a potter bakes a pot, he checks its solidity by pulling it out of the oven and thumping it. If it “sings,” it’s ready. If it “thuds,” it’s placed back in the oven.
The character of a person is also checked by thumping.
Been thumped lately?
Late-night phone calls. Grouchy teacher. Grumpy moms. Burnt meals. Flat tires. You’ve-got-to-be-kidding deadlines. Those are thumps. Thumps are those irritating inconveniences that trigger the worst in us. They catch us off guard. Flat-footed. They aren’t big enough to be crises, but if you get enough of them, watch out! Traffic jams. Long lines. Empty mailboxes. Dirty clothes on the floor. Even as I write this, I’m being thumped. Because of interruptions, it has taken me almost two hours to write these two paragraphs. Thump. Thump. Thump.
How do I respond? Do I sing, or do I thud?
Jesus said that out of the nature of the heart a man speaks (Luke 6:45). There’s nothing like a good thump to reveal the nature of a heart. The true character of a person is seen not in momentary heroics but in the thump-packed humdrum of day-to-day living.
If you have a tendency to thud more than you sing, take heart.
There is hope for us “thudders”:
Begin by thanking God for thumps. I don’t mean a half-hearted thank-you. I mean a rejoicing, jumping-for-joy thank-you from the bottom of your heart (James 1:2). Chances are that God is doing the thumping. And he’s doing it for your own good. So every thump is a reminder that God is molding you (Hebrews 12:5-8).
Learn from each thump. Face up to the fact that you are not “thump-proof.” You are going to be tested from now on. You might as well learn from the thumps—you can’t avoid them. Look upon each inconvenience as an opportunity to develop patience and persistence. Each thump will help you or hurt you, depending on how you use it.
Be aware of “thump-slump” times. Know your pressure periods. For me, Mondays are infamous for causing thump-slumps. Fridays can be just as bad. For all of us, there are times during the week when we can anticipate an unusual amount of thumping. The best way to handle thump-slump times? Head on. Bolster yourself with extra prayer, and don’t give up.
Remember no thump is disastrous. All thumps work for good if we are loving and obeying
God.
From On the Anvil:Stories On Being Shaped Into God’s Image
Was intending to get out my photocopies of my certs and all in prepration for job interviews and so on... well... my certs and all are in my cupboard.. in a drawer in that cupboard.. i placed all the cards I got since Poly... In Poly... we had this habit of writing encouragement cards to one another... I kept all of them.... so... its piles and piles of cards... all from my Poly year 1 until now.. heheh... think most of the cards come during camps in Poly... well.. for the benefit of those who do not know me in Poly... which the majority of you reading this blog.. I was in Campus Crusade for Christ... we always have 2 camps every year... and during that time... we will write a lot of encouragement cards to each other... to ask each other to press on for PAPA.. learn more from PAPA during the camp... then there are a lot of cards also during exams when we studied together... it could be in little pocket size cards.. slips of paper.. or bookmarks... read some of them... and tears start coming down ... I miss those days so much... I miss those Poly days.. I miss those school days... Came upon the SIM gals brithday cards for me as well... The little Ayam book.. I guess I am just being emotional... I just dun wana today to end... cos waking up tomolo means I have to face tomolo.. But I just have to face tomolo...
Opened my email and found this mail from a Co. I applied to.. ask me to fill in some additional application form and send to them.... then suddenly fear gripped my heart...I dun wana work in that Co. for long... I just feel sick... then i start to wonder what I really want out of my career.. To be honest... I duno... I really duno what I want.... I dun get work to do.. I complain.. I get too much work to do... I complain... I complain at every single thing there is to complain about... And I feel sick that I am behaving this way...
Guess I just wana throw everything aside... go for a holiday.. and forget about everything for the moment... if I can only do that... go to somewhere where no one can call me and tell me there are problems with the project so on and so forth... go to somewhere where I am not me for the moment.. where I dun have to be me for the moment..
God.... Please transform my mind... please renew my mind so that I do not conform to the pattern of this world and so that I will be able to test and approve what your good, pleasing and perfect will is... PAPA.. I really need you so so much...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thump-Thud, Thump-Thudby Max Lucado
When a potter bakes a pot, he checks its solidity by pulling it out of the oven and thumping it. If it “sings,” it’s ready. If it “thuds,” it’s placed back in the oven.
The character of a person is also checked by thumping.
Been thumped lately?
Late-night phone calls. Grouchy teacher. Grumpy moms. Burnt meals. Flat tires. You’ve-got-to-be-kidding deadlines. Those are thumps. Thumps are those irritating inconveniences that trigger the worst in us. They catch us off guard. Flat-footed. They aren’t big enough to be crises, but if you get enough of them, watch out! Traffic jams. Long lines. Empty mailboxes. Dirty clothes on the floor. Even as I write this, I’m being thumped. Because of interruptions, it has taken me almost two hours to write these two paragraphs. Thump. Thump. Thump.
How do I respond? Do I sing, or do I thud?
Jesus said that out of the nature of the heart a man speaks (Luke 6:45). There’s nothing like a good thump to reveal the nature of a heart. The true character of a person is seen not in momentary heroics but in the thump-packed humdrum of day-to-day living.
If you have a tendency to thud more than you sing, take heart.
There is hope for us “thudders”:
Begin by thanking God for thumps. I don’t mean a half-hearted thank-you. I mean a rejoicing, jumping-for-joy thank-you from the bottom of your heart (James 1:2). Chances are that God is doing the thumping. And he’s doing it for your own good. So every thump is a reminder that God is molding you (Hebrews 12:5-8).
Learn from each thump. Face up to the fact that you are not “thump-proof.” You are going to be tested from now on. You might as well learn from the thumps—you can’t avoid them. Look upon each inconvenience as an opportunity to develop patience and persistence. Each thump will help you or hurt you, depending on how you use it.
Be aware of “thump-slump” times. Know your pressure periods. For me, Mondays are infamous for causing thump-slumps. Fridays can be just as bad. For all of us, there are times during the week when we can anticipate an unusual amount of thumping. The best way to handle thump-slump times? Head on. Bolster yourself with extra prayer, and don’t give up.
Remember no thump is disastrous. All thumps work for good if we are loving and obeying
God.
From On the Anvil:Stories On Being Shaped Into God’s Image
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