I hope you'll be romanced by Him...

I hope you'll come to know his love for you

and fall in love with him.

I wish you knew how loved you are

If you're looking for true love

If you're looking for a perfect man

If you're looking for love

Stop looking, it's here.

He's here...

He's waiting here with his arms opened wide

He's ravished by your beauty.

He's ravished by my heart.

Oh Jesus...

Awake, awake O Zion,

clothe yourself with strength.

Put on your garments of splendor...

Free yourself from the chains on your neck,

O captive Daughter of Zion.

When the Lord returns to Zion,

they will see it with their own eyes.

Burst into songs of joy together,

you ruins of Jerusalem,

for the Lord has comforted his people,

he has redeemed Jerusalem.

Depart, depart, go out from there!

Touch no unclean thing!

Come out from it and be pure,

you who carry the vessels of the Lord.

But you will not leave in haste or go in flight;

for the Lord will go before you,

the God of Israel will be your rear guard.

-Isaiah 52

Let this be your prayer as you depart from here.

Apparently a good way to develop "style" (as Mrs. Tupps would put it)

is to choose a topic everyday and just write about it.

And I have to practice writing...profoundly.

So I have decided to blog as often as I can...profoundly.

Something on my mind, something I've been wondering about lately...

What if you and your best friend were shopping

and you both happened to like the same shirt

Would you keep quiet about liking the shirt?

Would you fight for it?

Is it even worth the fight...

Jesus alone, has the power to heal.

不能握的手
從此匿名的朋友
其實我的執著依然執著
卻決心和你不再聯絡

當所有如果
都沒有如果
只有失去的擁有
最永久

Promises don't come easy...

I wonder why friendships aren't legalized as other relationships are...

Husband and wife, father and son, mother and daughter

How about a list of laws that friendship must obey?

I guess that's not how things work.

The line between what a friend should do and not do

Is a blurred line. A fuzzy grey area.

What I wouldn't do, is not what you wouldn't do.

Maybe that's why there is no trust.

It's almost scary to think that all along I might've been wrong.

In a split of a second, you've become a stranger.

An intruder.

I can only hope that I can truly trust you someday.

A friend sticks closer than a brother.

How to love?