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no need to say goodbye...

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 19:41:32 -0700

The Call ~ Regina Spektor

Regina Spektor - The Call

Regina Spektor

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Life is like a mist... don't waste the chance!

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:06:03 -0700

I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow... a wave tossed in the ocean... a vapor in the wind...

Why (spend your days in worrying?), you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4:14

Don't waste the chance... live life with love!

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For Thine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory... FOREVER Amen!

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:49:23 -0700

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i never get tired of listening to you SARAH...

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:58:40 -0700

Closer

the first song that made me love you...

ANGEL

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LOVE never fails for LOVE knows no limit.

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 18:47:08 -0700

Love Knows No Limit

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shout it out, oh my soul!

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 20:44:57 -0700

My Jesus, my Saviour
Lord there is none like You
All of my days I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love

My comfort, my shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You

Shout to the Lord
All the Earth, let us sing
Power and majesty
Praise to the King
Mountains bow down
And the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name

I sing for joy at the works
Of Your hands
Forever I'll love You
Forever I'll stand
Nothing compare
To the promise I have
In You

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for when i am weak, I am strong!

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:57:35 -0700

Into His Presence: An in Touch Devotional

Into His Presence

Extravagant Worship

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Glad to have You back... :)

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Tue, 12 May 2009 19:35:36 -0700

ESV Bible

Recently, I have been disturbed by weird dreams. It's unusual for me to be awaken in the middle of the night feeling tired and thirsty. Then I realized that it's been a month now that I haven't been reading chapters of the scriptures from the Bible.

Last month my boyfriend and I were at a Christian Bookstore (Philippines). We were looking for some devotional readings for friends. As I browsed the shelves, he asked me to select a book for him. Even if there are lots to choose from, I cannot find a right book for him. Then I just remembered that he has no Bible. So instead of a devotional book I gave him my beloved 3-year old (TruTone teal/grey) ESV Thinline Bible. He has been reading the Bible since then.

Going back to my interrupted beauty sleep (hehe!), I realized that reading devotionals (author's reflection to the scripture's verse) without reading the Bible is not enough for my mind, heart and soul. They thirst for more...

Thus, rain and traffic jam last night was not a hindrance. I went out to Kinokuniya Book Store (Bangkok) and grab an ESV Bible. It was amazing that they have a copy of the cover I like (TruTone wild rose). After reading my devotional, I was very excited flipping the pages of the Bible and read the whole chapter of the scripture for that night.

I cannot recall any disturbing dreams last night... only the sweet ones. hehehe!

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A Year of Weightlessness

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 00:51:46 -0700

1Corinthians 13:7

Down to the earth I fell
With dripping wings
Heavy things won't fly
And the sky might catch on fire
And burn the axis of the world
That's why I prefer a sunless sky
To the glittering and stinging in my eyes

I feel so light
This is all I want to feel tonight
I feel so light
Tonight and the rest of my life

Gleaming in the dark
I'm as light as air
Floating there breathlessly
When the dream dissolves
I open up my eyes
I realize that
Everything is shoreless sea
A weightlessness is passing over me
Everything is waves and stars
The universe is resting in my arms

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Four Principles for a Fulfilled Life by Max Lucado

nobody@vox.com(forth beyond the edge) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 22:33:51 -0700

(third...) Accept Forgiveness

While Jesus was climbing up the hill of Calvary, Judas was climbing another hill—the hill of regret.

He walked it alone. Its trail was rock-strewn with shame and hurt. Its landscape was as barren as his soul. Thorns of remorse tore at his ankles and calves. The lips that had kissed a king were cracked with grief. And on his shoulders he bore a burden that bowed his back—his own failure.

Why Judas betrayed his master is really not important. Whether motivated by anger or greed, the end result was the same—regret.

A few years ago I visited the Supreme Court. As I sat in the visitors’ chambers, I observed the splendor of the scene. The chief justice was flanked by his colleagues. Robed in honor, they were the apex of justice. They represented the efforts of countless minds through thousands of decades. Here was man’s best effort to deal with his own failures.

How pointless it would be, I thought to myself, if I approached the bench and requested forgiveness for my mistakes. Forgiveness for talking back to my fifth grade teacher. Forgiveness for being disloyal to my friends. Forgiveness for pledging “I won’t” on Sunday and saying “I will” on Monday. Forgiveness for the countless hours I have spent wandering in society’s gutters.

It would be pointless because the judge could do nothing. Maybe a few days in jail to appease my guilt, but forgiveness? It wasn’t his to give. Maybe that’s why so many of us spend so many hours on the hill of regret. We haven’t found a way to forgive ourselves.

So up the hill we trudge. Weary, wounded hearts wrestling with unresolved mistakes. Sighs of anxiety. Tears of frustration. Words of rationalization. Moans of doubt. For some the pain is on the surface. For other the hurt is submerged, buried in a rarely touched substrata of bad memories. Parents, lovers, professionals. Some trying to forget, others trying to remember, all trying to cope. We walk silently in single file with leg irons of guilt. Paul was the man who posed the question that is on all of our lips, “Who will rescue me from this body of death?”

At the trail’s end there are two trees.

One is weathered and leafless. It is dead but still sturdy. Its bark is gone, leaving smooth wood bleached white by the years. Twigs and buds no longer sprout, only bare branches fork from the trunk. On the strongest of these branches is tied a hangman’s noose. It was here that Judas dealt with his failure.

If only Judas had looked at the adjacent tree. It is also dead; its wood is also smooth. But there is no noose tied to its crossbeam. No more death on this tree. Once was enough. One death for all. Those of us who have also betrayed Jesus know better than to be too hard on Judas for choosing the tree he did. To think that Jesus would really unburden our shoulders and unshackle our legs after all we’ve done to him is not easy to believe. In fact, it takes just as much faith to believe that Jesus can look past my betrayals as it does to believe that he rose from the dead. Both are just as miraculous.

What a pair, these two trees. Only a few feet from the tree of despair stands the tree of hope. Life so paradoxically close to death. Goodness within an arms reach of darkness. A hangman’s noose and a life preserver swinging in the same shadow.

But here they stand.

One can’t help but be a bit stunned by the inconceivability of it all. Why does Jesus stand on life’s most barren hill and await me with outstretched, nail-pierced hands? A “crazy, holy grace” it has been called. A type of grace that doesn’t hold up to logic. But then I guess grace doesn’t have to be logical. If it did, it wouldn’t be grace.

Nichole Nordeman - Every Season

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him was not any thing made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:1-5

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