<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:54:18.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-evyette-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-117657374498735900</id><published>2007-04-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:02:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love knows no distances and is timeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-117657374498735900?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/117657374498735900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/117657374498735900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#117657374498735900' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-117492879507700858</id><published>2007-03-27T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:06:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;JOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 5:20 (NKJV) For he will not dwell unduly on the days of his life, because God keeps him busy with the joy of his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long long time since I blogged, yet the walk with God seems like it just started yesterday. Recently life has been a roller coaster going through torrents of emotional upheavel, especially at work. But God is faithful &amp; He showed me the verse. I begin to snapped out of the cycle of feeling unhappy and helpless towards people and uncontrollable situation. Moreover God showed me that family members are the most important people in our life to love and treasure. (Like a book I read) We gotta&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; RESPECT THE BAD DAYS&lt;/span&gt; and stop whining. Another translation of  Eccl 5:20 (CEV) says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God will keep you so happy that you won't have time to worry about each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's time to wipe away those tears and sulking attitude but to get alive and to life the purpose of God... God purposed that we should be busy with the joy He has for us. That is why we can love God to the extent that we don't even know why. My brother just fall out of love. May the love of God touched and beautify his world when he gets to know Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Jesus Name, Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beloved Friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pre-requisite of loving yourself  &amp; breaking free from self-condemnation is to believe that God has made you beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is ugly without God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most beautiful people are those with God living in them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God smiles &amp; says, "You are beautiful" because He wants you to know that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you make a difference to lives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-117492879507700858?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/117492879507700858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/117492879507700858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117492879507700858' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-116926644052887528</id><published>2007-01-20T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:14:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God listens with His heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-116926644052887528?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116926644052887528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116926644052887528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116926644052887528' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-116681243915418186</id><published>2006-12-23T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:33:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evyette, Evyette, Wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-116681243915418186?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116681243915418186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116681243915418186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116681243915418186' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-116222499796923165</id><published>2006-10-31T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:16:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;it feels kind of sad when things have to end this way. But God I believe that, You have Your plans. Probably, it did not end. But it is the start of a new beginning. Help me to trust in You Lord, everyday &amp; even in times when it goes beyond my understanding. Holy Spirit conquer me with Your great love and may you be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-116222499796923165?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116222499796923165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116222499796923165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116222499796923165' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-116214290858983888</id><published>2006-10-30T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:28:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Lord, come and touch my heart tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to the first love.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to happy days where&lt;br /&gt;Your presence welcome me each morning and&lt;br /&gt;Your love brings me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;You strengthen me till night comes.&lt;br /&gt;My heart rejoices that You always see me through,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me You will never forsake me&lt;br /&gt;You give me the grace to abide in You&lt;br /&gt;as You abide in me all the days of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-116214290858983888?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116214290858983888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116214290858983888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116214290858983888' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-116066716024940703</id><published>2006-10-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:32:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place your heart inside my soul... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is so great that nothing could contain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet You chose to place your heart in my troubled soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love You with my all, my heart, my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet there's a part whom I can't let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heart that's ever true one that's after you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-116066716024940703?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116066716024940703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116066716024940703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116066716024940703' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-116015283955860387</id><published>2006-10-07T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:40:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Slow Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we just have to make an effort to slow down, to feel God's footsteps walking beside us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-116015283955860387?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116015283955860387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/116015283955860387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116015283955860387' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115908692288858471</id><published>2006-09-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:35:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Vows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Sept 2006:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This day Lord I renew my vow to You that I will always treasure Your presence, all the days of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115908692288858471?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115908692288858471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115908692288858471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115908692288858471' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115842524689837824</id><published>2006-09-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:47:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest distraction is not in the distraction but being distracted away from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115842524689837824?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115842524689837824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115842524689837824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115842524689837824' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115837734426032461</id><published>2006-09-16T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:29:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHOOSING GOD'S BEST (Part 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God always saves His best for those who are willing to wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our flesh is impatient. But God is patient. Love is patient. That is why &lt;strong&gt;true love waits&lt;/strong&gt;. Our capacity to love as imperfect human beings is imperfect. We are all in the making to be better gifts to our future spouses. However, all good gifts comes with challenges depending if you're ready to handle it or not. If you are willing to wait, you will experience tremendous joy. Haven't adults warn children that green apples are sour and ripe apples are sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and &lt;strong&gt;he addeth no sorrow with it&lt;/strong&gt;." (Proverbs 10:22)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read somewhere that, &lt;strong&gt;it is in heaven that we will experience the greatest blessing God has to give us - being in His presence for all eternity&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;''Dear Lord, I thank you for the grace to wait for Your best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I pray that as I am in the waiting, make me the only one who is worthy to walk with him (my future spouse who probably is also in the waiting) as covenant partners; to help each other to receive the greatest blessing in life ---- an unbroken communion with you in the realm of eternity. In Jesus name, Amen.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115837734426032461?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115837734426032461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115837734426032461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115837734426032461' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115808305291574251</id><published>2006-09-13T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:44:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent half of my life time looking for you...&lt;br /&gt;Yet a life time is not too long to be your best friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115808305291574251?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115808305291574251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115808305291574251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115808305291574251' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115786197971808111</id><published>2006-09-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:19:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Friends, the Bible says in Romons 8:38-39 "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a stanza of poem which really touches me. It had been found penciled on the wall of a patient’s room in an insane asylum, the general opinion was that this inmate had written the epic in moments of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill&lt;br /&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;br /&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill&lt;br /&gt;And every man a scribe by trade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To write the love of God above&lt;br /&gt;Would drain the ocean dry&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole&lt;br /&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Lord as I examine my heart. It could not be an ocean so vast and so wide. Yet You choose to pour what that could not be contain in an ocean into me. Come and stretch me on the inside, let me have a big heart to contain more of Your love today and forevermore. In moments of insanity, allow me to be lost in Your love, in the midst of confusion let me be free in my soul. In times where life is running dry, refill me and wash over me with Your oceans of love. In Jesus name. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115786197971808111?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115786197971808111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115786197971808111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115786197971808111' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115695205447390665</id><published>2006-08-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:34:14.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it is not suppose to meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115695205447390665?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115695205447390665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115695205447390665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115695205447390665' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115548500848305831</id><published>2006-08-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:03:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost without your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight what best describes my feeling is the particular song by the group 'BREAD':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lost and all alone. I always thought that I could make it on my own. Since you left I hardly make it through the day. My tears get in the way. And I need you back to stay. I wander through the night. And search the world to find the words to make it right. All I want is just the way it used to be. With you here close to me. I've got to make you see. That I'm &lt;strong&gt;lost without your love&lt;/strong&gt;. Life without you isn't worth the trouble of. I'm as helpless as a ship without a wheel. A touch without a feel I can't believe it's real...And someday soon I'll wake. And find my heart won't have to break. Yes I'm lost without your love. Life without you isn't worth the trouble of. All I want is just the way it used to be. I need you here with me. Oh darlin' can't you see...If we had love before. We can have it back once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eversince I started working, God begun a preparation work to stretch me in my emotional capacity. Compared to those days in Bible school, I felt I've stop asking myself what I can do to love God more and more. I literally felt that I may have backsliden. I always have this conviction that backsliding doesn't start when you stop going to church. It starts when you do not love God today more than you love Him yesterday. I was crying during the last praise song in service. I ask God for His forgiveness; I question myself if I have distant away from God, the Father who loves us while we were still sinners. Suddenly, straight after I told God that I am sorry, the figure of Jesus stepped in and stand in the gap. His presence bridge-d the distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I learnt that the only way to love God more and more each day is through Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115548500848305831?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115548500848305831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115548500848305831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115548500848305831' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115402073915885981</id><published>2006-07-28T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:18:59.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giving Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phil 3:9 (NLV) "I want to be as one with Him..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even unto death Jesus did not give up on us. God who is perfect did not give up on the imperfect. Therefore we shouldn't give up on ourselves or our brethen in any situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact during the times when it seems that we tried almost everything and that nothing seems to work, that is when your breakthrough is the NEAREST! The number of things that you have yet tried, narrowed down and soon you realise you had found the answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is only if you never give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phil 3: 12 (NKJV) "Not that I have already attained, or am already perfect; but I &lt;strong&gt;press on&lt;/strong&gt;, that I &lt;strong&gt;may lay hold&lt;/strong&gt; of that for which Christ Jesus &lt;strong&gt;has also laid hold of me&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115402073915885981?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115402073915885981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115402073915885981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115402073915885981' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115290643833129219</id><published>2006-07-15T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:47:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of Solomon 5 : 2&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sleep but my heart waketh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115290643833129219?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115290643833129219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115290643833129219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115290643833129219' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115182019580599289</id><published>2006-07-02T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:03:15.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habbakuk 2:2-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The LORDs Second Reply&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the LORD said to me, "Write my answer in large, clear letters on a tablet, so that a runner can read it and tell everyone else. But these things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it&lt;strong&gt; seems slow, wait patiently, &lt;/strong&gt;for it&lt;strong&gt; will surely take place. &lt;/strong&gt;It&lt;strong&gt; will not be delayed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; In my life, the most important decisions that I seek God, the answer I got was &lt;strong&gt;to wait&lt;/strong&gt;. But God has never failed me though many times the anxiety of waiting makes me feel uncomfortable. God has lay aside the best for you and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115182019580599289?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115182019580599289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115182019580599289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115182019580599289' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115133831176602297</id><published>2006-06-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:11:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, God told me that He loves me, and I don't have to feel unloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115133831176602297?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115133831176602297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115133831176602297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133831176602297' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115133795151902091</id><published>2006-06-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:05:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Indeed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little beat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little skip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's the one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mystery indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who do I meet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't help it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I sink in deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115133795151902091?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115133795151902091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115133795151902091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133795151902091' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115133719846421498</id><published>2006-06-26T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:53:18.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is there a skull and a cross?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115133719846421498?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115133719846421498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115133719846421498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133719846421498' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115062292487054009</id><published>2006-06-18T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:28:44.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody said this:&lt;/div&gt;Defensiveness is always an indication that something about your point of view is not quite on point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115062292487054009?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115062292487054009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115062292487054009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115062292487054009' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-115004079095722487</id><published>2006-06-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:46:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I love You more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-115004079095722487?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115004079095722487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/115004079095722487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115004079095722487' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114848576038186036</id><published>2006-05-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:49:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You &amp; you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind is filled with You &amp; you &amp;amp; you &amp; some others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &amp;amp; you &amp; you &amp;amp; you &amp; some others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &amp;amp; you &amp; you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You &amp;amp; you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally its only You who I desire the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114848576038186036?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114848576038186036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114848576038186036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114848576038186036' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114833894052485310</id><published>2006-05-23T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:02:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Pure Heart (A)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A pure heart is one that is filled with the God kind of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mt 5: 8 (NIV) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed are the &lt;strong&gt;pure in heart&lt;/strong&gt;, for they will &lt;strong&gt;see God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Jn 4:12 (NIV) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Pure Heart (Part B)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Osmosis of God's love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A pure heart is a God-size vaccum overflowing with God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing can overflow unless something is being poured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the days of drought, Elijah poured water on the altar on Mount Carmel. Mary poured expensive oil onto Jesus feet and wipe His feet with her hair. Mircales happened whenever ordinary people starts the action of extravagent pouring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Bible says that Jesus poured His Soul unto the cross. By that we received an overflowing abundance of zoe life. The Bible says that love has been poured out by the Holy Spirits into our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember a Pastor said something like this, do not be a Christian who trickle or drizzle drops of offering to God; but pour out what you have to offer for God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe the key to have the presence of God and His love to overflow into your life is really to start pouring out your life and your love to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Osmosis is the process whereby God's love will move from a higher concentration to a region lower concentartion across a permeable membrane of loving others first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114833894052485310?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114833894052485310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114833894052485310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114833894052485310' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114796100858911893</id><published>2006-05-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:03:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God lives in your heart, the place where love dwells. For the Bible says God is love. If you are seeking for Him, but to no avail, seek to love someone the way He loves you. And you will see Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 4:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114796100858911893?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114796100858911893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114796100858911893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114796100858911893' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114796017353242066</id><published>2006-05-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:49:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek the Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our Christian walk we neglect the person of God. If one day God were not to answer you, will you continue to seek for Him? Many times God speaks to us but we did not answer Him. Yet, He is faithful and He doesn't give up. Today if your spiritual life has run dry, it is not because God has forsaken you. It is because you focus too much on seeking a response or a solution but neglect to seek Him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heb 13: 8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and for ever"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If God says He loves You. He does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all in present tense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114796017353242066?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114796017353242066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114796017353242066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114796017353242066' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114795908293693645</id><published>2006-05-18T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:31:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heb 12:29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... For our God is a consuming fire"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me as I drifted away from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Your mercy endures forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consume me as I draw near to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For You are a consuming fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anoint me to carry Your burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consume me&lt;br /&gt;Consume me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I walk with You to eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114795908293693645?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114795908293693645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114795908293693645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114795908293693645' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114795908271694372</id><published>2006-05-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:31:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heb 12:29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... For our God is a consuming fire"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me as I drifted away from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Your mercy endures forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consume me as I draw near to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For You are a consuming fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anoint me to carry Your burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consume me&lt;br /&gt;Consume me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I walk with You to eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114795908271694372?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114795908271694372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114795908271694372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114795908271694372' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114647281533157009</id><published>2006-05-01T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:40:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God's love is simply beautiful because I simply do not deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114647281533157009?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114647281533157009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114647281533157009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114647281533157009' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114591959794756572</id><published>2006-04-25T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T07:00:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The human mind is a battle field. Negative thoughts, doubts and fear are land mines. Stepping any one of them triggers off destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114591959794756572?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114591959794756572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114591959794756572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114591959794756572' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114391042922681507</id><published>2006-04-02T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:53:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world comes to a silence. Night time seems lifeless as the atmosphere grew to a stillness. At this very moment who will I be thinking of? Loneliness has not crept in; it doesn't has a place here in me. My heart. Where God lives. And God is omnipresent. Logically there shouldn't be anything missing. Yet tonight my heart says something's not there.  And as I dwell in this state I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the night ages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the morning waits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where would my heart be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old memories replayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the present dissipates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And where would my mind go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114391042922681507?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114391042922681507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114391042922681507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114391042922681507' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114339127060958448</id><published>2006-03-27T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:44:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Book-keeping&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day to account for our stewardship...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. (Rev 20:11-12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The accounting equation: Assets = Liabilities + Shareholder's Equity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A CGL is likened as an accounting manager of God. Our assets are God's people. Whether a CG grows or not depends on the members andtheir spiritual progress and development. Our liabilities are whatever we short change them by our insensitiveity to the Holy Spirit, our disobedience, lack of vision and initiative, our inability to disciple them in spirit and in truth; and most importantly the agape love we owe them. The Shareholder's Equity is closely related to how much we sow in their lives according to God's will in His Word. If you have no idea, the currency we are talking about here is faith. Faith is the currency of exchange in heaven. The exchange rate is determine by our revelation of the cross. How we deny (die to) ourselves and take up the cross to follow Jesus. Our ZS and Pastors are like auditors. While God is our best Fatherly boss, the Son of God is our advocate (lawyer) and the Holy Spirit is our divine consultant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this a revelation or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114339127060958448?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114339127060958448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114339127060958448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114339127060958448' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114277843481658387</id><published>2006-03-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:27:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genesis 3:9  Then the LORD God called to Adam and said to him, “Where are you?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God calls out to many of His sons and daughters. Where are you today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~A fool for Christ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114277843481658387?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114277843481658387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114277843481658387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114277843481658387' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114258331245999680</id><published>2006-03-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:15:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was trying hard to practise the guitar to worship God but somehow it still sound very awful. Feeling dry and thirsty, I started strumming A chord, D chord and begin to worship God and cry out to Jeusu singing sciptires form Psalm. The atmosphere was still, the presence of God was very minimal but I continued to press in. I felt that there was something that started to stir up inside. It felt like it was so subtle, just like the coming of a tidal wave many kilometres away from a seahore. Then suddenly, I felt the presence of God thickening and swpet me away. Tears just streamed down. Its unexplainable but at that point I just know that I needed Jesus alot. Next, I felt through the Holy Spirit that the eprson of Jesus was in my room. My room's door was opened but I couldn't care more or less if my dad (who went out) or my brother (who was sleeping in his own room)were to see. Before I realised I was being embraced by Jesus who was standing, as I burried my tear-stained face into His belly. It all happened in the realm of the spirit, out of my expectation. It lasted for 5 to 10mins but I had the knowing that Jesus was with me always even in times when I wasn't aware. As I was being hugged and comforted, I kept strumming with the broken chords and worshiped Him until I finish crying. After I got my composure back and renewed by the peace and strength form God, the Lord showed me this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 32: 8 " I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect leader. I cannot slove all problems but God can. I too can feel tired at times in carrying so much. But I hope you all can always share with me. Because I want to reassure you that God loves you even at the times when you are struggling and not feeling His presence in your prayers. And I know we all have to slove our problems eventually. God will not erase it all off, but He gives you the grace to pull through, if you will surrender all of yourself to Him to work freely in you. He gave us as sisters and brothers in Christ to encourage one another to go on until Jesus returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114258331245999680?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114258331245999680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114258331245999680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114258331245999680' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114175322830314535</id><published>2006-03-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:40:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Bible in Genesis 24 talks about how Abraham had asked his servant to find a wife for Issac. The servant did certain things that amazes me. He prayed to God before he set out his journey (Gen24:12). Then in the middle of the jourbey, he prayed again (Gen24:15). Then after when he found the right girl, he bowed down to worship God for the prayers answered. One thing that I got to learn was that we always pray hard for God to answer prayers, btu how many of us actually go to God and worshipped him intensely as a sign of thanksgiving after the prayers had been answered? We often say "thank God, Praise the Lord" but those are just verbal thanksgiving. This servant of Abraham has a different spirit. He was obedient and thoroughly dependant on God.  No wonder, even before he finished his prayer to God, it got answered. (Gen 24:15) God knew that he is faithful. And God always honour His promises to faithful people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114175322830314535?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114175322830314535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114175322830314535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114175322830314535' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114175239274146383</id><published>2006-03-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:26:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today during prayer meeting Jesus told me that He was always with me. Even when I was alone and that I didn't realise it myself. This explains why I felt a sense of gentleness increasingly surrounding me for the past two weeks. I mostly was on my own, yet I wasn't because God was always with me. Its near to 130am, my spirit is still so awake. I think I have once again fallen in love with Christ. Wow! I don't mind to have sleepless nights if His love can be so true and alive that I can't sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114175239274146383?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114175239274146383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114175239274146383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114175239274146383' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114127800392418315</id><published>2006-03-02T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:40:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus, I want to know you again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After going through a period of tiredness I have a deeper realisation of the importance of walking closely with God. We always think that missing out a prayer or Bible reading is okay and won't kill us. Yes, it won't kill us but it short changes your "long -term" spiritual health. Just like not sleeping fr a few nights won't kill. Yet after pro-long lack of sleep, the impact sets in. Yesterday God made me feel that I have to have a fresh experience with Him again. It makes me feel like knowing Him again. In fact that is so true for all things, espcially things that you love doing, people you love seeing. You never get tired of them and you just fall in love with them again everytime you encounter it. Well, God is indeed merciful towards our unfaithfulness. Though there will never be second chances in life. God will open new opportunities to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it is a very romantic thing to fall in love with God all over again and again and again... till eternity sets in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114127800392418315?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114127800392418315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114127800392418315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114127800392418315' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114114796412566158</id><published>2006-03-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:32:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best songs that you can ever write is one that you never had the intention to write until at the end of it you realise it is one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114114796412566158?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114114796412566158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114114796412566158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114114796412566158' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114054519831503261</id><published>2006-02-22T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:06:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really "hate" it when I am tired. There is no revelation coming in at times like this. So I pray that none of us will be so tired that we start to drift away from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114054519831503261?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114054519831503261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114054519831503261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114054519831503261' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114035171904656478</id><published>2006-02-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:22:00.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Best Proposal?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was on bus today, suddenly I thought of this proposal line:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is a mystery when Jesus will be coming back... But we do know that it is near. In the last days like this, would you grant me the honour to be His representative to serve you, to love you faithfully on earth till we enter eternity? Rest assured that I have prepared a place for you to live in ~ that is my heart. The Holy Spirit lives there and He can tesify my genuine love for you. Will you be my bride?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a pair of sincere eyes...charming boyish smile...a bunch of fresh white roses (symbolic of purity&amp;amp; eternal love) ... a clam gentle loving voice...plus the "one knee-down" posture. Who could reject a proposal like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114035171904656478?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114035171904656478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114035171904656478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035171904656478' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114023094876044829</id><published>2006-02-18T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:50:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMOIRS OF FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Square cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest and sweetest thing I ever cooked was to bake square cookies for someone. It was a disaster because I tried to save time by "sqeezing" many drops of cookies mixture onto the baking tray. In the end, as they are spaced too closely, all of them merge into 1 giant piece! I (being "clever") resolve the problem by cutting the giant piece into squares. Very dotz dotz dotz. The funny thing was when his mother ate, she commented that she ate something of the similar taste before. I found out its because she couldn't recognise cookies when they became square in shape. More dotz dotz dotz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolly-bean Pancake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the days of SOT managing the tight budget was always a tricky feat. Jolly-bean pancakes used to taste a whole lot awful to me. But it was the cheapest and most filling "quick bite" that I could ever "pamper" myself in the midst of rushing from tuition assignments to assignments. There was once when I told God in my heart, "God, what an awful tasting pancake! I pray for better food in future... but nevertheless I thank You that I still had this as food as your providence in times like this." After expressing my gratitude to God I felt tears forming in my eyes. I know it was something that touched God. Gradually, I begin to find that actually it doesn't taste bad at all. And it was on Tuesday, I felt kind of defeated momentarily due to job search frustration. Then I pass by the shop and I had a crave for the pancake. Not because that I was hungry but it was something that reminded me of fighting on and that God is always my provider. It was the fighting spirit behind which i wanted to recapture into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late Night Dinners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I started to have late dinners again. It's an irony that sometimes I feel I can tolerate the worst attitudes of non-believers and love them by God's grace; yet for my own family members seems that I somehow had difficulty in communicating with them lovingly. Infact sometimes I kind of miss them when I am the busiest in serving ministry. Wednesday night as I was having a past mid-night dinner, it may sound exaggerating but it really warms my heart to eat home-cooked food. I always savour the love that is behind all the effort in the cooking. My dad is not the type of man who will give flowers to express his love. Neither is he a good cook compared to my mum. But I do not know why recently whatever he cooks I feel it taste nice. Definitely he always makes a mess out of the kitchen and sometimes he may be clumsy with spilling things (I inherited that , opps!). But when it comes to cutting and peeling and cooking he does it patiently, seldom see him frustrated. What would made a man who used to be a mechanic to cook for the family? Gee, that's kind of sweet for someone unromantic! It's love adding an ultimate special fragrance to the food! I always feel that somehow food prepared with love and joy always taste better! Hmm... Patience and devoted attention does make a man attractive...haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garlic &amp;amp; Onions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have phobia eating garlic and onions. I just feel the slight urge to puke especially when I confront it raw. But I have to admit they do enhance the taste to dishes. I gather that sometimes there are certain things you just don't like but they enhance your walk with God Being accountable to things which may challenge your past beliefs about your freedom, being increasingly committed, loving people you find it difficult to love etc. Ironically I do like hot garlic bread, BK onion rings and fried shallots! Accountability protects, true freedom is not in ourselves as our old man is bounded by the curse of sin, commitment deepens your relationship, when you love God you can have a love that accept even your enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes all we have to do is to consider it in the different light, taste things in a new way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114023094876044829?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114023094876044829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114023094876044829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114023094876044829' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-114002308336399887</id><published>2006-02-16T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:47:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read Dr. Robb Thompson's "daily sucess key". It says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is The Soil Where Your Thoughts Become Seeds That Create Your Future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 4:23 (NKJV)“Keep your heart with all diligence, For out of it spring the issues of life.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaders can never be offended by what members comment or live their lives. Not offended doesn't mean they can't be hurt &amp;amp; heart-broken thousands of times. A leader who loves much has to run the risks of being open to vulnerability. If you noticed how Jesus' wounds look like when He was whipped, it reflected the extent we sin and also to the extent that He loved us to endure all that. But a leader always has God's grace to forgive, to forget and draw strength and love from God. If you love God, love your leaders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-114002308336399887?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114002308336399887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/114002308336399887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114002308336399887' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113992707136108117</id><published>2006-02-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:29:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't know what to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113992707136108117?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113992707136108117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113992707136108117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113992707136108117' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113984743551402230</id><published>2006-02-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:25:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To Die&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the 100th time I am saying to the devil, 'Evyette is dead, dead on the cross".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa 54:17 "no weapon forged against you will prevail,..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The key in overcoming spiritual attacks is not aiming to win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it is to die as a dead man in Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Jesus alone has won the victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you win something which has been won? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is good to die young in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the resurrected you live a newness of life in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113984743551402230?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113984743551402230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113984743551402230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113984743551402230' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113976156486512348</id><published>2006-02-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:26:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losing Patience...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;em&gt; Cor 13: 4 to 8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just when I thought that I can love somebody with God's love, God showed me that I loved imperfectly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not know why it is always the case that I find it difficult to be patient to my own mother. I always wish that my mum will be somebody gentle, patient, undersatnding and encouraging. She loves me. Really really loves me. But she is not perfect just like me and I believe alot fo times she wish that our conversation will be closer as mother-daughter. Yet again, she is the only person whom I lose my patience the easiest. Everytime when I lose my patience to her I feel very bad because I feel i am like a bad testimony. Today as I saw this verse I realised that I do not know how to love my mum because the first thing God says is that "Love is patience". I can love my cell group members with God's love but not to my own mum. What an oxymoron!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Lord Jesus, forgive me for losing my patience. I pray that you will give me the grace to love my mum with patience~ loving her the way You love me always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Jesus name. Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113976156486512348?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113976156486512348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113976156486512348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113976156486512348' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113950365386403842</id><published>2006-02-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:47:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not Getting Younger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must fight against the thought that I am not getting younger. Not that I am deceiving myself but numbers don't lie. Not that I'm afraid of being old and losing my memory and my physical attributes detoriating... Not that I want to rush into courtship...In fact God is kind to me that I look younger than my actual age! I am at my prime age, I should serve more and now should be my top form, I should go through more difficulties as I am single and energetic! At home I am an introvert. (Alot of people think I am joking when I tell them that actually I have a nature that is introvert) Sometimes being extrovert to others is a choice and consicious effort trained over time to stir up the atmosphere. Sacrifice of Praise. My mum often attached the adjective "useless" to me, and my brother has been using that to provoke me. It hurts. She feels that "naive" is my good friend and it follows wherever I go to. It husts too. She feels that I cannot do great things. That hurts by the way. I always thought that mothers should be encouraging and gentle and loving in everyway. But God showed me that she does loves me but in an imperfect humane way. My dad always joked to my mum that she is really the most "stupid" one because she married a ("stupid"??) man like him. To me though my dad's education is low, BUT he is not "stupid". In fact my dad being the most unromantic guy (never gave flowers to my mum), was romantic (from my pointview) when he said that sentence to my mum. He feels his indebted as he married a good wife--- no other choice that can be compared. In fact when he said that he is clever! Now I know why my mum is impatient...it is because my dad is more patient. (The level of patience may after all be related directly to the degree of cleverness haha...) The Bible says even when a fool keeps his silence he is considered having perspective.  Quite "Biblical" huh...haha. Just like Jesus is patient and the disciples (forming the church body~ Bride of Christ) are not that patient. Hmmm... A patient man is somehow attractive~ Quick to listen (attentively) and slow to speak (in a wise manner and also gives others a chance speak). Haha... Have I met someone like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113950365386403842?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113950365386403842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113950365386403842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113950365386403842' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113942383746368492</id><published>2006-02-09T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:45:41.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dying the Worst Possible Death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE TO YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Bible study is somewhat interesting. We came across the follwing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus was the ultimate example of humility. He emptied Himself of all glory and divine splendor and took the form of a bond servant. He came in the likeness of Man, with an ordinary appearance. He humbled Himself. He endured death the worst possible way---- in shame and humiliation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I went through it, I was doing a self-evaluation. Of course NO ONE can be compared to Jesus but everyone of us ultimately should be Christ-like. To be close to God you need obedience. To be closer to God you need sacrifice. To walk into the fullness of Christ you need to die to yourself daily... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOST IN WORSHIP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It reminded me the service last week with Delirious?, I was so lost in worship that I reached to a point where my heart was so in love with Jesus that it cried out to Jesus and say, "God, I am willing and prepared to &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; for You in this moment where Your presence is so strong and so overwhelming." Indeed I was shock as it was the 1st time I reacted this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEEK THE PERSON OF GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today God spoke to me during the Bible Study, to get ready for "dying a worst possible death". I was thinking in my heart what could that be? I can no longer recall how I was before; as the old me had died. The recent most "sacrifice" was to quit Choir. It made me realised that I must NOT like singing about God (my ministry) more than singing TO GOD (the Person of God). What was it that can caused "dying a worst possible death?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISCOVERY!! DISCOVERY!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I was talking to Annie Toh I was so happy that she is my NTU senoir! She fully understands the feeling to cry daily in university days when the course is so taxing and stressful. I cry even on bus goign back home and I was very intimidated by the professors and students. I didn't have a friend and worse I didn't know God back then. University life was very traumatic for me as I practically always fail in my modules and I lost every interest. That is why up till today I resist accounting alot. Then my memory was brought back to 2 days ago as I was looking at my dusty accounting textbooks. I had the urge to read it again but I didn't touch it. Another switch in the memory came to yesterday. I came up with two goals fro S23 members: 1) Members to breakthrough family persecution 2) Members to believe in God's given prosperity. I told myself that to do this I had to get a job first before I can prosper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suspect the "worst possible death" may mean God may be pointing me to accounting? It represents an area of my past failure &amp;amp; defeat. I need to die to my old failures before I can walk into the fullness of God's prosperity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sense another struggling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God if this is Your will, I pray for open doors and Your grace to go through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113942383746368492?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113942383746368492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113942383746368492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113942383746368492' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113933811305954136</id><published>2006-02-08T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T02:48:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMOTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get too emotional; when we cannot help ourselves and follow our emotions, we are opening a door of invitation to un-necessary vulnerability. Sometimes holding on becomes unwise especially when the basis of holding on is built around emotions. Unsanctified emotions comes and goes; destroys and stumbles. The world sees romanticism as uncontrolled and unreserved emotions of love expressed rebelliously; going against traditions and beyond reasoning. There is no logic when &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; do things because &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; do not have a choice; or since &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; love someone so much that &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; cannot help it. That is selfishness because the subject in question is "&lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt;" and not love. Soulish love is selfishness. The Bible says true love is never selfish. To me when a person loves right, he will always have a choice! Emotions have no agenda. They are just like magnifying glasses of your thoughts and inward conditions. As you set apart your emotions unto the Lord, Your walk with God will be more intimate. The healthiest use of emotions are when controlled by the spirit. Instead of wasting all your efforts to prove to somebody that Your love is true (selfish use), why allow God to use it as a channel to show another that God loves; and that God is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113933811305954136?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113933811305954136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113933811305954136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113933811305954136' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113911969267100295</id><published>2006-02-05T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:08:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are You Beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are inevitably attracted to reach out to God's heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simply because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is the source of all beauty, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His love&lt;/strong&gt;.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 4: 16-17 "...God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them. And as we live in God, our love grows more perfect..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True beauty is found in God&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you live life in God, and God lives in you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113911969267100295?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113911969267100295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113911969267100295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113911969267100295' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113911301963673322</id><published>2006-02-05T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:42:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Piecing the Shattered&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life shattered utterly the day sin entered this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 5:12 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin, and in this way death came to all men, because all sinned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone in one part of their life will go through an emotional shatter. Alot of people stuck sitting at the foot of the shattered pieces, traumatised and hurt. I came across an article about an artist who does mosiac art pieces, he said something which goes like that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My life was shattered"..."I spent my life piecing it, just like my mosaic pieces"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought of myself. I was once broken, the Lord pieced me back bit by bit. Though there may be clear and evident traces of cracks and tiny missing chips of my imperfection, in Him I was transformed into a new piece of art---- God's piece of art! Beauty takes on another perspective; a beauty I will never understand if not for the shattering. Today He is still patiently piecing the missing pieces into my life. As a skillful craftsman He knows every single detail in my life. He restores my brokeness with His unfailing love. He displays and keeps me saftely in one of His galleries with other mosiacs---- who were also once so shattered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps 40:1-2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be astounded. They will put their trust in the LORD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113911301963673322?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113911301963673322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113911301963673322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113911301963673322' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113890002003425460</id><published>2006-02-03T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:09:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had your coffee today??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good sharing of the gosepl is likened to a cup of freshly brewed coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fresh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With revelations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never lukewarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It perks you up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To stay awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nice aroma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pleasant to the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It stirs your spirit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To conquer the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's addictive!&lt;br /&gt;Creates continual crave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113890002003425460?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113890002003425460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113890002003425460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113890002003425460' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113881834789173054</id><published>2006-02-02T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:29:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old excuses are boring me sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Technology is making me lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Problems are occupying me busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comfort zones are keeping me cosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurtful words are leaving me teary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Issues of the heart are making me silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that He cared always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise He loved &amp;amp; still loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out that He bleed for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fall and landed in His everlasting arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learn not to see myself but look in His face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fear the possibility of losing Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I no longer lives but Christ in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113881834789173054?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113881834789173054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113881834789173054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113881834789173054' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113864425050498287</id><published>2006-01-31T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:04:10.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Evyette's "Fruit-ta-logy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think of lychees while I may be able to get cherries? Then strawberries seems nice but a bit too sour sometimes. Cherries seems too expensive and you don't often see them around, yet lychees can be sweet and juicy too. The downfall of man is certainly not due to scarcity of failures but indecisiveness. The right relationships don’t just come to us…we must pursue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(abstract writing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113864425050498287?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113864425050498287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113864425050498287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864425050498287' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113859143395766043</id><published>2006-01-30T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:23:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know what God wants you to be in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Sun's photo diary has become an enjoyable hobby of mine. She looks more than fabulous! I really like the style in her dressing. But beyond those nice expensive clothes, food, celebraty-producers etc. something in my heart will just go all out to her. Things like loneliness, tiredness, days of no appettite, high stress level, handling human relationships, how to be a good mother, immense spiritual warfare... thinsg like that happens to anyone. I have no idea how much of these will happened on her. But my feeling is she always put on her best to shine for God, to glorify Him. She knows what God wants her to be in life. And for you and I we do not have to envy her but pray for her. And also pray for ourselves because as we steeped into our own calling, we will shine as good as her (or some even better). Shine for Christ! We look the best when we are in our calling as God's grace and glory is upon us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 5:8-10&lt;/strong&gt; For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light (for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness, righteousness, and truth), finding out what is acceptable to the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113859143395766043?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113859143395766043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113859143395766043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113859143395766043' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113846448524975511</id><published>2006-01-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:58:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happiness is a by-product of making the right choices to fulifill a God-driven life. The amount of happiness is not a measure of whether what you do is right or wrong. You can be happy both serving God or indulge in the pleasures of sin. You don't have to be happy to love a person but being unhappy makes it difficult to love~ Yet if in the midst of unhappiness you choose to love; that is sacrificial love. One thing for sure, making the right choice will result in definite happiness. Loving the right person for the right reasons will bring happiness. Love God! Love those who love God! Love the lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113846448524975511?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113846448524975511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113846448524975511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113846448524975511' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113829650228178732</id><published>2006-01-27T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:00:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew that little things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes a great difference in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew that little acts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes a great significance in time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until I saw it in her eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A joy drowned in beaming tears;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A face of delight and knows no fears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this day, we left a print in her life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the way, He touched our hearts with love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never forget those eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The above is dedicated to a girl who we celebrated her birthday in advance.*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the love of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I do! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's a truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thus, I will not love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way I want it to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For whichever love is best,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will love you in that love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's a truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes He knows me;&lt;br /&gt;I love imperfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Yet He loves me;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you&lt;br /&gt;the way He loves me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*God made me realised that the reason why we can love a person, is not that we can love by our imperfect love; but God loves with His perfect love*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113829650228178732?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113829650228178732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113829650228178732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113829650228178732' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113825824906323832</id><published>2006-01-26T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:50:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;Fear Factor&lt;/strong&gt; ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Can't imagine that I spent half of the day plucking the residue bits of hair from pork's skin &amp; feathers from a duck with the help of a eyebrow tweezer! When I look at the dead duck I feel like puking especially when you look at the lifeless beady eyes and the beak that seem to "smile" at you. Then as you shift the duck in different positions to QC, you can hear the "cracking" sounds of the bones. Looking at the cold lifeless duck skin, you can observe traces of goose bumps (rather duck bumps in this case). My parents say that I am very fortunate nowadays, coz when they are young they gotta slaughter the "living duck". The tatic is using two person; one person pins down the terrified duck by holding the wings and the neck, while the pther gets ready the knife to cut at its throat. Poor duck! (I can't imagine how the priest shed blood in the Old Testament times in the animal offerings to God. It sure takes anointing) I took a couple of deep breaths and tell myself, must be a good testimony by helping out at home with these chores. Eating vegetables seems better except that if you don't find worms when you wash them. Anyway, I am an overcomer in Christ; I should not be "intimidated" by a disgusting drop dead featherless duck. I create my environment when I speak out my confession! So...I figured out that I should be an expert with the eyebrow tweezer, at the end of the day. Who wants to pluck eyebrows??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113825824906323832?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113825824906323832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113825824906323832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113825824906323832' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113812481796695710</id><published>2006-01-25T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:26:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Spiritual as a Basket Ball?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a NBA player to discover that a deflated basket ball is not good for bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says God breathe life into Adam (Gen 2:7). So I kind of got the picture that a deflated basketball is just like a believer who is not filled with the Holy Spirit! A believer filled with the Holy Spirit bouces back into action immediately when any force or pressure is applied (Newton's law of reaction) to him. Is this consider a revelation? Ha ha... *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113812481796695710?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113812481796695710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113812481796695710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113812481796695710' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113789955784007477</id><published>2006-01-22T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:04:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and Seasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It suffers long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It comforts more than an inspiring song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new beginning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It puts an end to all the worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It burns passionately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It supports your faith confidently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It waits patiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It strengthens you through calamities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113789955784007477?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113789955784007477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113789955784007477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113789955784007477' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113778247999209355</id><published>2006-01-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:41:20.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Ugly Duckling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this definition of the ugly duckling found on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One that is considered ugly or unpromising at first but has the &lt;strong&gt;potential &lt;/strong&gt;of becoming beautiful or admirable&lt;strong&gt; in maturity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly Duckling tells the tale of a duckling, abandoned and deserted because he was different. Despite trying to make friends and trying to blend with the rest of the world, the ugly duckling is laughed at and rejected by his own "family" and just about everyone he meets. Then one day the ugly duckling comes across a number of beautiful white swans swimming on a lake. It is here that &lt;strong&gt;he discovers his real identity&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;seeing his own reflection in the water. He had grown into a beautiful swan too, and had never been an ugly duckling after all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A section I got from the stroy goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. &lt;strong&gt;To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, "The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty." And the old swans bowed their heads before him. Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, &lt;strong&gt;he was so happy, and yet not at all proud&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all &lt;/strong&gt;the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, "I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A swan will live an "ugly duckling" life if it has no knowledge of its identity as a swan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only when you meet the right person then will you be awaken and see your own destiny. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your real identity in God is to be a beautiful swan. I believe what makes the "ugly duckling" the most beautiful of them all was his humility. Tough times in life, bring about brokeness and humility in us. It is through a godly sorrow that we learn to appreciate the little beautiful things of life. What matters most is your true identity and not where your past had left you. Understanding your identity in Christ is absolutely essential to your success at living the victorious Christian life.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession:&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else I may be unpromising at first but God has place the potential in me; of becoming beautiful or admirable when I reached in the fullness of maturity, in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I wana be a swan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113778247999209355?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113778247999209355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113778247999209355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113778247999209355' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113751507693521287</id><published>2006-01-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:28:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most amusing thing a person can ever do is to blame another person to have weaknesses. Take for instance, if weaknesses are so easily tolerable by the average human then logically, the one who can tolerate has much strength. Inability to tolerate others' weaknesses then becomes a form of weakness too??? So tell me who is the one who has weakness now? The answer I conclude is ~ All humans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113751507693521287?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113751507693521287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113751507693521287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113751507693521287' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113746839013494993</id><published>2006-01-17T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:26:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life is torturing that is because you allowed it to. If circumstances is driving you, that's because you choose to be driven by it. If criticisms are against you, that's because you made a stand in life. When nobody understands you that's just normal because we are all different individuals. If emotions are targeted to hurt you, that's because you truly have loved someone. Nothing is new under the sun, thus there's no reason for new worries to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113746839013494993?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113746839013494993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113746839013494993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113746839013494993' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113740292899319241</id><published>2006-01-16T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:15:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evyette's thoughts for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;strong&gt;Obedience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being obedient to God requires a certain level of maturity. True obedience does not attempt to defend; does not lean on personal understanding; does not insists a judgement for right or wrong; submits promptly to the truth in the Word. It takes a man and a woman of God; a person with boldness and humility, to obey. Obedience is not a thought but an act of love to surrender completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you love Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you love Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you love Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you love Him not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(2) &lt;strong&gt;Moods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods have no loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Humour &amp; trust not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in your moods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lest you suffer betrayal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Honour &amp; trust God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in His goodness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The best is yet to discover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(3) &lt;strong&gt;To Love is to Let Go....&amp; Let God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the agenda of love to hurt. If holding on causes hurt. Then letting go is to stop hurt. If I learn to "let go" I musn't stop there. The next step I must do is to "let God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 John 4: 16 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The pasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For they drive a man insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's time to step out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's time to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For it's time to live life again   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Live in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Live in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For He is love &amp; heals my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113740292899319241?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113740292899319241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113740292899319241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113740292899319241' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113734639169551097</id><published>2006-01-16T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:33:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day where I realised that I have officially &amp; fully stepped into my calling in God. One of my ultimate resolution for this year is to be a transformed leader ~ I wanna be a "Joshua"! Joshua (the disciple of Moses) is a &lt;strong&gt;second generation leader&lt;/strong&gt;. He is also known as &lt;em&gt;the servant of the Lord &lt;/em&gt;in Judges 2:7-8. What made him extraordinary out was not his talents, intellect or might. It was simply his &lt;strong&gt;obedience&lt;/strong&gt; to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you have been very obedient to God, sad to say most probably you are not as obedient as you think! &lt;strong&gt;Obedience is an act, not just a thought&lt;/strong&gt;. There is something precious which i have decided to &lt;strong&gt;"Let go" and "Let God"&lt;/strong&gt;. In two weeks time I will not be serving choir. It is a painful sacrifice. When I asked God (when I was in SOT), I felt that He wanted me to do preaching first. After inspired by Pastor Sy Rogers (preaching changes lives), I obeyed by accepting the calling and worked my way to CG leadership but my heart was also attached to singing (I longed to be a BV one day to misnister to others). I tried very hard not to quit choir as I serve in the CG ministry. Until last week, I heard a still small voice telling me to "Let Go". I realised that I am using my human effort to keep both CG &amp; Choir ministry. &lt;strong&gt;It's like wearing my favourite socks (Choir ministry) and stepping into a swimming pool (CG ministry) for a swim&lt;/strong&gt;. That is simply immature, self-fish, stubborn &amp; definitely not what a servant will do. I am very sorry because I felt that in a way I have not been 100% obedient as a servant of God. I may have even short change the CG members who I have grown to love them even deeper over time by His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart felt heavy like lead and sunk the moment when I decided, it is time (to Let Go). I literally felt tears streaming to an overflow on the inside. No one could fully understand except God. (the picture of the woman who anointed Jesus feet with her precious oil came to my mind) &lt;strong&gt;I figured out that I still had emotions though I trained myself not to be emotional&lt;/strong&gt;. If I say I want to love God whole heartedly, I have to lay down all my crowns, my dreams and desires at His feet. It was a miracle that as soon I effected my decision, the peace of God came.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any insecurities? Any fears? Yes, sometimes. I wonder if I can be comparable to mty first generation leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not about talents or capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judges 2: 7-8, "Israel severe the Lord all the days of Joshua"&lt;/span&gt; .  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people have followed Joshua's life-long example of obedience AND  what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God showed me to these verses in the Book of Joshua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jos 1: 5 "...I will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; leave you or forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jos 1:7 "Only be strong and very courageous, that you may &lt;strong&gt;observe to do according to all&lt;/strong&gt; the law which Moses My servant commanded you; &lt;strong&gt;do not turn from it to the right hand or to the left, that you may prosper wherever you go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Jos 1: 8 in the NKJV version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall &lt;strong&gt;meditate in it day and night&lt;/strong&gt;, that you may &lt;strong&gt;observe to do according to all&lt;/strong&gt; that is written in it. For then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you will MAKE your way prosperous&lt;/span&gt;, and then you will have good success&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God says we can make success!!! I came to a conclusion that by OBEYING God's Word, we MAKE our own success in God to happen!&lt;/span&gt;The reason why I keep holding on to choir was that it is my (natural) strength. Yet God showed me He could used me. Out of nothing, came something. That's the mainifestation of His grace &amp; glory! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113734639169551097?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113734639169551097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113734639169551097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113734639169551097' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113709039560032991</id><published>2006-01-13T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:26:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody said this, “The best way to get even is to forget”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, who do you need to fogive for past offenses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible Joseph has two sons --- Manasseh (first born) is named for forgetfulness for his sorrows. Ephraim (second son) is named for double fruitfulness (for God had made him fruitful in the land of his affliction). Fruitfulness and affliction are inseparable in Joseph's life.&lt;br /&gt;Someone shared with me the revelation that after "forgetfulness comes fruitfulness!&lt;br /&gt;We can forget what others do to us, or say to us but we can never forget how they make us feel.&lt;br /&gt;We got to learn to forget the affictions. Only then we will begin to discover that with God, even in the midst of afflictions we can be made fruitful by His faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113709039560032991?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113709039560032991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113709039560032991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113709039560032991' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113689422846921139</id><published>2006-01-10T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:57:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a sinner I had a fall and You brought me out of the miry clay. As a spiritual toddler I was afraid and prone to falls but Your hand is always holding onto mine. As a spiritual teenager, I realised everytime I fall You are always faithful to catch me in Your love. As a grown-up child of God, if I were to fall... I'm ready to fall on my knees to seek Your refuge. Nowadays if I were to fall... I'm ready to fall in love with You, again &amp; again &amp;amp; again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113689422846921139?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113689422846921139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113689422846921139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113689422846921139' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113689084601104966</id><published>2006-01-10T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:18:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have it ever occurred to you why alot of people needed a blog?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's because everybody needs a someone (to know him or her)&lt;br /&gt;There is a secular song by "Bread" which I liked.&lt;br /&gt;It goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;never&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a someone&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' to be there when things are a-lookin' down&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel a little lonely&lt;br /&gt;Go out, find your one and only&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Someone will care for you and then...&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Her Go&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Her Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder how you know love&lt;br /&gt;When the moment comes that you've been a-dreamin' of&lt;br /&gt;Well true love takes a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beats a little stronger&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's real&lt;br /&gt;Inside you'll feel you're home at last... then&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Her Go&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Her Go&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel a little lonely&lt;br /&gt;Go out, find your one and only&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Give love a start and watch it grow... and&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Her Go&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Her Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6 (NKJV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who lost the fire for Him,&lt;br /&gt;Who moved?&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Never one moment did He let go of the thought of dying for you (on the cross).&lt;br /&gt;That is HOW MUCH God loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;()""'()&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( 'o', )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(,,( ),,)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O) (O)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113689084601104966?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113689084601104966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113689084601104966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113689084601104966' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113672658244523795</id><published>2006-01-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:23:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Cor 15: 9 -10&lt;br /&gt;For I am the least of the apostles, who am not worthy to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. &lt;strong&gt;But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace toward me was not in vain&lt;/strong&gt;; but I labored more abundantly than they all, yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest miracle that ever happened to me was experiencing the love of God. Had not for Jesus &amp; His love, I am not what I am today. For I am not worthy &amp;amp; I thank God that He used me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113672658244523795?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113672658244523795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113672658244523795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113672658244523795' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113657130717815360</id><published>2006-01-07T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:22:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a wonderful, spirit filled CG prayer meeting I finally reached home. As I took out my house keys, the ring of a keychain rolled out of my bag and landed in the lift. I was thinking, "Oh man. The lift is so dirty! No way I am going to pick up. Anyway the keychain ring is not important". It was at the moment a revelation struck me. I was brought to remember the PARABLE OF THE LOST COIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just like lost coins. Take for an example if I were a 10-cent coin. It happened that I dropped out of somebody's wallet and landed in a yucky place. How many of us will really forgo the 10 cent coin and not dirtied our hands and waste time in searching or picking up that coin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus was telling that parable in Luke 15:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? [9] And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.' [10] In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;No matter what great mess we got oursleves into, as we repent and call unto Jesus our saviour and Lord; He never fails to search for us and pick us up form the mess. Reason being that we are too important to God; and for God just to ignore us and leave us the same. He rejoices together with the hosts of the heavenlies over a person who commits his/her life to Jesus. We are God's precious coins, whether we see ourselves as 10 cent or 20 cent, He treats us like gold coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when you see a 10 cent coin that reminds you of your old-selves, bear in mind ---- It is not up to you to set the coin's value. But he is God's precious gold coin. And will you, as a part of the body in Christ bend down and spent the time to reached out to him up and rejoice with God that he has found his owner?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for His love ------- even to the places where you least expect; the love of God is able to reach you!&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113657130717815360?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113657130717815360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113657130717815360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113657130717815360' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113648215468045937</id><published>2006-01-06T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:32:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am truely speechless today when I read about Smith wrigglesworth. I remember in SOT, my teacher taught that he was a plumber with not much education. And the only book he ever read is the Bible taught by his wife!&lt;br /&gt;He preached that "&lt;strong&gt;faith is the audacity that rejoices in the fact that God cannot break His own Word. Faith is not agitation; it is quiet confidence that God means what He says, and we act on His Word.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;That is a simple divine truth which is so profound to human's cognitive abilites.&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself I am ashamed. Truly I believe his knowledge about God comes from a personal walk &amp; not from merely head knowledge. (LOOK AT HIS CONSISTENCY IN TRUSTING GOD!) I ask myself I am a university grad yet how much more do I know?? I am so far behind. I really thank God for these faith apostles and pioneers. They really stir and motivate you!&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered that amazingly Smith Wrigglesworth started out with the struggling of lack of self-confidence; he could not preach before breaking down in tears and asking someone else to finish for him. As a result his wife had to be the preacher. It was only further encounters with God (baptism in the Holy Spirit which enable him to move in the power of the Holy Spirit) that had changed him to be a colourful, bold, fluent preacher! (There's hope for me &amp;amp; you because we have the Holy Spirit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to stir myself continuosly! Its still a long way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113648215468045937?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113648215468045937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113648215468045937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113648215468045937' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113630396631632737</id><published>2006-01-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:24:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 2006 Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.CLOSER to You!&lt;br /&gt;Experience God in a new way&lt;br /&gt;More revelations (to share with my brothers &amp; sisters in Christ; to write songs)&lt;br /&gt;I want to see His glory manifested in my life and those around me.&lt;br /&gt;Ministry:&lt;br /&gt;Multiply S23 by OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;Raise up leaders&lt;br /&gt;Every member is discipled &amp; knows the love of God!&lt;br /&gt;Impact lives &amp;amp; see more transformations by God's grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Develop God-given gifts &amp; Characater:&lt;br /&gt;a. Preaching (Write good sermons, creative delivery)&lt;br /&gt;b. Vocal (stamina)&lt;br /&gt;c. Art ( I hope I didn't loose it)&lt;br /&gt;d. Something new maybe drama or dance (I will be shocked).&lt;br /&gt;e. More discipline needed coz no more SOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a good TESTIMONY&lt;br /&gt;a. A job that enables me to do God's will (lead CG &amp;amp; evangelise)&lt;br /&gt;b. Wisdom, Grace &amp; Favour of God in workplace and in family&lt;br /&gt;c. Continue to share the love of God with my CG members (more people will be closer to God; more men &amp; women of God riased up)&lt;br /&gt;d. Family Salvation (can't wait to lay hands on my family members :P)&lt;br /&gt;e. I pray God will use me to reach people and whoever talks to me or wants to befriend will receive God's salvation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finance&lt;br /&gt;a. Able to fulfill building fund for the next few years!&lt;br /&gt;b. More financial blessings because preaching the gospel costs money&lt;br /&gt;c. Go on a mission trip (God, when can I go to Israel????!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;d. Is there any chance I can start a business? I can provide church members with jobs &amp;amp; from there impact market place.(Do I have what it takes, God?)&lt;br /&gt;e. Savings needed!&lt;br /&gt;f. Money also needed for the next point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Personal Grooming &amp; Etiquette&lt;br /&gt;a. Look sharper &amp;amp; prettier (not in vainity but for the glory of God because God is beautiful so His people also are beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;b. Tone up! Be glowing with good health!&lt;br /&gt;c. New styles &amp; better dress sense (God taught me how to groom myself)&lt;br /&gt;d. Refine the way I speak, get rid of Singlish&lt;br /&gt;e. Start to brush up my chinese again (maybe must brush up praying in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;f. Learn how to smile &amp;amp; not be so stiff infront of camera or good looking guys or hostile people (haha...)&lt;br /&gt;g. Get rid of bad habits &amp; cultivate good habits&lt;br /&gt;~ cut down snacks &amp;amp; tidbits (WAH a big sacrifice)&lt;br /&gt;~ Eat wisely &amp; exercise regulary&lt;br /&gt;~Ample sleep &amp;amp; water&lt;br /&gt;~NOT RELYING ON CAB (WARNING!!!)&lt;br /&gt;~PUNCTUALITY&lt;br /&gt;~Less BLUR&lt;br /&gt;~More aware of directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Increase Knowledege:&lt;br /&gt;Finish Bible&lt;br /&gt;Daily revelations&lt;br /&gt;Read Spiritual Books&lt;br /&gt;Read Newspapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Psychological&lt;br /&gt;Train to be visionary&lt;br /&gt;Train to be prepared for relationship (I am still not confident towards men. I don't wish to condemn men though the only man I am confident of is God)&lt;br /&gt;Shortest time a negative thought affect me: 3mins (reduce to 1min)&lt;br /&gt;Longest time a negative thought affcet me: 1 week (2days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leisure&lt;br /&gt;~when can I go for SPA?&lt;br /&gt;~Music &amp; Art &amp;amp; Musical&lt;br /&gt;~sports (sounds impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Relationships&lt;br /&gt;a. Family closer &amp; more loving and understanding&lt;br /&gt;b. Friends - meet those with same vision&lt;br /&gt;c. A Boyfriend ~ most tricky part: Maybe not this year because God is shaping my character. Pastor Kong says if you want a 10/10 you at least must be a 9/10. I duno what I am :P&lt;br /&gt;Someone (not exhaustible):&lt;br /&gt;"Do-s"&lt;br /&gt;*Loves God &amp;amp; can inspire me to love God even more&lt;br /&gt;*Able to lead me &amp; allow me to feel that he can take care of me whether in details or big matters&lt;br /&gt;*Approved by leaders &amp;amp; parents by his good character&lt;br /&gt;*Financially stable and not stingy&lt;br /&gt;*Humble &amp; hardworking&lt;br /&gt;*same vision &amp;amp; interests&lt;br /&gt;*spiritually matured though age can be younger than me by abit&lt;br /&gt;*Wise in speech, action, attitude&lt;br /&gt;*Manhood&lt;br /&gt;*Caring but not emotional&lt;br /&gt;*No need to be super duper handsome but presentable&lt;br /&gt;*Actually I find guys who are a bit shy is kind of cute, those that face blushes (But such guys are endangered species liao)&lt;br /&gt;"Don'ts"&lt;br /&gt;*Cannot be indesicive, cannot be one who take things for granted, cannot be a person who speaks without wisdom, cannot be untidy or uncivilised in personal hygiene and manners, cannot be rude or timid&lt;br /&gt;*Preferably not tone deaf&lt;br /&gt;*Cannot be lazy&lt;br /&gt;*Cannot have other close female friends (Not that I am possesive but I think it is reasonable)&lt;br /&gt;*Cannot be passive. (shy is not passive)&lt;br /&gt;The rest I will think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like 2006 is going to be yet another exciting year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113630396631632737?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113630396631632737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113630396631632737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113630396631632737' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113492055016631581</id><published>2005-12-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:42:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Blog, I am in the last hour of my 24 th birthday (18 Dec). Today is a day of very mixed feelings. I am glad that my parents came to support though they were abit naggy. Finally I am an SOT graduate, I have no idea where God is sending me.&lt;br /&gt;Somehting gripped my heart today.&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to shake Pastor Kong's hand and say how much thankful I am to him. He thanked me (us) to spend one year in SOT...yet in the midst of him talking to me I saw tiredness in his eyes. My heart sank. I really love my Senoir Pastor (though he changed title) btu yet i feel that the burden he carry is so heavy. &lt;br /&gt;I am very touched when my freinds and CG members gift me present and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113492055016631581?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113492055016631581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113492055016631581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113492055016631581' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113483558627387878</id><published>2005-12-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:06:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The happiest thing in life is to be a candle for christ-a child of God who consumes himself in the fire of God, to light the way for others to see Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I love You Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;(Wishing myself a Happy Birthday &amp; Happy graduation!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113483558627387878?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113483558627387878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113483558627387878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113483558627387878' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113423337521642298</id><published>2005-12-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:49:35.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since I say "I love You" from deep down my heart. Let not it be words without meaning but I pray that my heart will always beat in sync to Yours. Thank You for Your unfailing love. Let my spirit be always broken before You. So that Your love may come and fill the gaps. In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113423337521642298?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113423337521642298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113423337521642298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113423337521642298' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113417656298048426</id><published>2005-12-10T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:02:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is an all time favorite. I like this song very much to the extent that I don't mind it to be a proposing song! Haha!  But after when I came know Christ it has a new meaning. The beautiful lyrics are as  follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words, Then why can't I paint you?&lt;br /&gt;The words will never show the you I've come to know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sometimes you read the Bible but it is only the experience that can show you the way you know God to be)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go? There's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when my love for life is running dry, You come and pour yourself on me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sounds like Romans 5:5 *winks*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man could be two places at one time, I'd be with you. Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, &lt;strong&gt;I'd spend the end with you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sounds like the great commision??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when the world was through, Then one by one the stars would all go out, Then you and I would simply fly away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (sounds like rapture??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113417656298048426?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113417656298048426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113417656298048426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113417656298048426' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113414535807428276</id><published>2005-12-10T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:22:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I happened to be at the void deck enjoying the night breeze. Then a black cat with white paws came closed to me and tried to brush its body on my legs. (Cute but the thought of the germs on the cat fur turns me off sometimes) I stood up and go off but the cat wanted to follow me. I told the cat I am a "fisher-of-man" not a fish. Please don't follow me". Sounds crazy to talk to a cat. the cat may have felt rejected and walk off. Then I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113414535807428276?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113414535807428276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113414535807428276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113414535807428276' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113316317235375892</id><published>2005-11-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:32:52.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The life of a leader/follow-up helper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your child is sick and you have to be sharp enough to notice. Then you have to take him to the doctor. You have to put up with his grouchy-ness, take him to the doctor, queue up with him, pay the price, take care of him, make sure he takes medicine (and kids usually most of them don't like to take medicine) and tell you where he is not feeling well (most of the time they will hide the truth that they had too much ice-cream of potato chips which you have try to put it away from them...kids have their ways...) Got to ensure they don't cough infront of other kids face or else an epidermic will break loose. YET in the midst of everything a parent can't fall sick and have to continue with the daily work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about parental love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113316317235375892?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113316317235375892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113316317235375892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113316317235375892' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113302393065644368</id><published>2005-11-27T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:52:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If faith is of the invisible in the natural realm, I will have to fight a fight of faith through prayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113302393065644368?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113302393065644368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113302393065644368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302393065644368' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113254417921975510</id><published>2005-11-21T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:37:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Madeleine L'Engle quotes~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability is the one thing that identifies with every human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 53:12 says "...He poured out His soul unto death."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus revealed the vulnerability of humanity. His divine "vulnerability" saved the whole of humanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vulnerability reveals my nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;All of the days of my live I want to be vulnerable in Chirst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113254417921975510?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113254417921975510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113254417921975510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113254417921975510' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113237671828428385</id><published>2005-11-19T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:05:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Intimacy is being seen and known as the person you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;~Amy Bloom&lt;br /&gt;If the above definition is true, the only person intimate with me is God.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i am unworthy of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113237671828428385?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113237671828428385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113237671828428385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113237671828428385' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113223117331445156</id><published>2005-11-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:39:33.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a quote which i saw,"Friendship is love without wings"&lt;br /&gt;In the past I thought that it was when a couple break up then the love between them can't soar to a higher level becaus ethe wings broke off. Very "sadistic" indeed...&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought it was when two people like each other but yet they never ended up together so they just remain as friends because the love doesn't grow wings. Very "tragic" indeed...&lt;br /&gt;Today I realise the problem was how negative I was in the midst of the grey circumstances facing me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;"Frienship is love without wings" means that the deep friendship is a love that will never fly away nor leave you. That remind me of Jesus! For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you (Hebrews 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;My prayer to You Lord is that whatever sin committed You will dealt with me privately and that Your mercy and love will never be taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;God I thank you &amp; I love You, in Jesus name. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;(PS. Jesus, I pray that my future spirit-filled mate and I will have a deep friendship &amp; love that never forsakes eachother.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113223117331445156?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113223117331445156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113223117331445156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113223117331445156' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113207652991570432</id><published>2005-11-16T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:42:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The affairs relating to the heart are bordered by fine boundaries. Crossing over blindly is inevitable as human beings are merely vulnerable souls enclosed in temporate bodies. A void is in each of us; a vaccum that can only be filled by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, revive me.&lt;br /&gt;TEACH me so that I can walk strongly in the spirirt and not fulfill the lusts of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;All glory and praise be with You, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113207652991570432?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113207652991570432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113207652991570432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113207652991570432' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113190110634817557</id><published>2005-11-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T03:16:02.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;For the past one week I felt very disturbed in my soul... And the parts of the Pslam that &gt;&gt;&gt;descibes how I felt is highlighted in bold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps 77:1-3 (NLT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me. When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and &lt;strong&gt;my soul refused to be comforted&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I remembered you, O God, and I groaned;I mused, and my spirit grew faint.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I fasted on friday but the breakthrough didn't come after that. What is happening? I asked &gt;&gt;&gt;myself I do not know... or do I?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I hope I won't ever deceive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS 77:4-9 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kept my eyes from closing; &lt;strong&gt;I was too troubled to speak&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I thought about the former days, the years of long ago; I remembered my songs in the night.&lt;/strong&gt; My heart mused and my spirit inquired:&lt;br /&gt;"Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again?&lt;br /&gt;Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time? Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;One thing I am very sure, God didn't left me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Praise God that after today &amp; yesterday's service my soul was refreshed. I saw a vision it &gt;&gt;&gt;was a goldfish on a pair of hands gasping for air. The hands put the fish back into the fish &gt;&gt;&gt;bowl. God place me back to where I should be. Without Him my being becomes suffocating on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;It was only then today I realised that I am vulnerable in this area. I tried so hard to guard. I tried so hard. I do not want any floods of feelings to wash over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;But God says I don't have to lean on my own strength. He says, "You can put Your trust in me, even when others do not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;One of the pastors taught that when two who were once together went apart. It will seem that one part of the heart is given away. I was brought back to fragment of past memories. Can't remember much of the details but only that the feeling was that of a heart suffocating tremendously on the inside and losing its strength. Praise God that I am now out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Yet sometimes I ponder... How much can I give another with a small part still missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;In one of the service I felt in the spirtual realm that a pair of hands out-strectched to hold me on my hands. From thereon, I know I will not be lonely and fighting by myself when I have God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But yet it was in the midst of troubles that You began to fill it with Your glory. You began to piece back my shattered soul. Jesus, if there will always be this piece missing from my heart, I pray that it will be filled daily, by nothing else but Your eternal love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113190110634817557?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113190110634817557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113190110634817557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113190110634817557' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113155750191905518</id><published>2005-11-10T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:31:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought of this before, but for now the one word to describe my relationship with God is INSUFFICIENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113155750191905518?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113155750191905518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113155750191905518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113155750191905518' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113155743187209413</id><published>2005-11-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:30:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the only self-fishness that I have in life is in that no one can take Your love away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Evyette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113155743187209413?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113138144204840836?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113138144204840836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113138144204840836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113138144204840836' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-113085103449664064</id><published>2005-11-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:08:06.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title : Once Again&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Evyette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my heart&lt;br /&gt;returns home to You&lt;br /&gt;You've drawn me close&lt;br /&gt;towards You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my spirit&lt;br /&gt;longs to yeild to You&lt;br /&gt;My soul just isn't whole&lt;br /&gt;without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, just once again&lt;br /&gt;I cry and sought after You&lt;br /&gt;a love subtle yet so strong&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, just once again&lt;br /&gt;my little hand held by You&lt;br /&gt;A friend I always knew&lt;br /&gt;Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;I owed my life to You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-113085103449664064?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/113085103449664064'/><link 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type='html'>Jesus was in the car with me and my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112870230917403589?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112870230917403589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112870230917403589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112870230917403589' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112861627727308213</id><published>2005-10-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:31:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is my prayer that I will be used by God so liberally. Truly, I feel that it is not talented people who God chooses to use. It is those who are willing to be vessels.&lt;br /&gt;God uses a broken vessel like me to help other broken ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shared this statement with my CG members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most beautiful thing that a child of God can do, is to obediently allow God to use him as a vessel to accomplish His will...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was lost in the midst of my thoughts, the Holy Spirit spoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That child was Jesus. He went to the cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was another simple revelation that took my breath away for a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112861627727308213?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112861627727308213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112861627727308213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112861627727308213' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112780561363332477</id><published>2005-09-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:20:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psalms 45:5&lt;br /&gt;Your arrows are sharp in the heart of the King’s enemies;The peoples fall under You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of God's arrows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112780561363332477?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112780561363332477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112780561363332477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112780561363332477' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112780452210960352</id><published>2005-09-27T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:08:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today at SOT, we learnt about "Blood covenant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another revelation from my previous revelation. Previous revelation, I saw myself hugging a girl whom I used to can't forgive. Carrying the scars that left behind of what she did to me, I hugged her and I was amazed by the goodness of God. He allowed me to love someone I couldn't love by my own effort. In a split second something happened, I did not hug the girl, but I was hugging Jesus. Jesus had scars all over His body from the suffering unto His death on the cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I forgave her, Jesus forgave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor taught that in establishing a blood covenant, two parties will cut their hands and shake hands. The point where the wounds are, there is a mix of blood to signify the establishment of a covenant. The two parties then retain the scars as memorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars in me don't hurt any more. But there are still fragments of memories left. The stench of it sets an impression. But the fragrance of God overpower that. The scars on Jesus reminds me that I am the reason why He died. Scars are memorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we hugged, God reminded me that we have a blood covenant to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;And like any other covenant it is based on deep love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, this is my cry to You.&lt;br /&gt;Just as You have never forsaken me, I shall not love another with the same intensity as loving You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112780452210960352?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112780452210960352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112780452210960352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112780452210960352' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112645430966044270</id><published>2005-09-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:58:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He says He is going to use more of me after I gave my "Let-Your-will-be-done offering". Woa! Exciting things are about to come!  Yuppeeeeeee!!!!! Off course it's gonna be costly too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112645430966044270?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112645430966044270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112645430966044270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645430966044270' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112585440385056242</id><published>2005-09-05T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:20:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sacrifice is defined as J-E-S-U-S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112585440385056242?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112585440385056242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112585440385056242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112585440385056242' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112585341326344945</id><published>2005-09-05T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:03:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I abide in Your love,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more I need,&lt;br /&gt;but You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I live out Your life&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left of me,&lt;br /&gt;But Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of exchange&lt;br /&gt;is not a glorifying scene&lt;br /&gt;For though You're God&lt;br /&gt;You died as a human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of  blood&lt;br /&gt;shedded not in vain&lt;br /&gt;For through it came victory  &lt;br /&gt;Brings the devil to  shame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Thank You for being my everything&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful &amp; Holy as You can be&lt;br /&gt;You are the closest friend to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112585341326344945?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112585341326344945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112585341326344945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112585341326344945' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112549669376195262</id><published>2005-09-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:58:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I could pour out my soul&lt;br /&gt;to mix with the blood that cleanses me whole.&lt;br /&gt;The flow of life that sustains me through,&lt;br /&gt;the light that brings me to the eternal truth.&lt;br /&gt;He is the way, the truth and the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112549669376195262?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112549669376195262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112549669376195262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112549669376195262' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112549594743598511</id><published>2005-09-01T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:45:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 21st birthday was the worst in my life. A girl had messed it up and brought bad memories into my life. I couldn't forgive her at all till I really gave my life.&lt;br /&gt;Last week while I was in school, I had this open vision. I saw myself hugging with this girl as an act of reconcialiation, despite that deep within my heart there were scars left. I praised God for that because His love had allow me to forgive someone I couldn't forgive by myself. At that instant the girl was gone and I found myself in the arms of Jesus. He was covered with the wounds and blood He got from the cross, and He was hugging me in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to reality, I teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;luke&gt;I tell you, her many sins are forgiven because she loves much. But the one who has been forgiven little, loves little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112549594743598511?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112549594743598511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112549594743598511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112549594743598511' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732101.post-112549473547781081</id><published>2005-08-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:25:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sharp person is not one who doesn't make mistakes. But he is one who learns quick from mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732101-112549473547781081?l=evyette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112549473547781081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732101/posts/default/112549473547781081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evyette.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549473547781081' title=''/><author><name>Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092680865652081068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
