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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
this week i have a feeling that something is pulling me to the world.
am i trying to adapt to the world?
i am really worried that someday i will just do some silly things.
everyday when i am doing my qt, i will keep encouraging myself.
i am finding it hard to do qt and pray now..
i am trying so hard.
i pray when i don't feel like.
and try to discipline myself.
i don't want it to be like that.
i want a passion for that.
i want to love doing it.

there are many situation whereby i am angry.
and i would just do some silly things which i only realise it after everything.
how stupid can i go?
listening to all the lies and doing things that i think i want to do.
messing with what i can control.
i didn't think much either.

i am starting to go weird and i am confused in what i want.
so self-centered, one day when i reflect.

having spiritual attacks nowadays.
i am not going to give up ok!
brothers and sisters, don't give up too.
consentrate on God.
be passionate, love him.

lets encourage each other ok?!
stop making things your way and things worst.
sometimes we can say something nice too.
to also the right person and the right time, with the right words.

God bless...

-Xiaowei


11:50 PM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.