my header for my wordpress. makes me happy. happy. happy.
I wonder why i dont ever put my 100% into something. Like Chermain who makes everything look perfect, or that uncle at the eatery who invites you warmly to come in and have a meal. Even now, while spending almost a half a day on FYP, it's still ploughing along, not speeding, and no, the results are not perfect. how i dislike my own attitude. That feeling that won't go away. Just sitting here not knowing quite how to tackle the enormity of the task of writing and writing.
i want to give it my best shot, to be faithful in everything i do, to learn to love other people. i want to worship God in spirit and in truth, to give my all to the one whose name is even too holy to be mentioned.
my header for my wordpress. makes me happy. happy. happy.
I wonder why i dont ever put my 100% into something. Like Chermain who makes everything look perfect, or that uncle at the eatery who invites you warmly to come in and have a meal. Even now, while spending almost a half a day on FYP, it's still ploughing along, not speeding, and no, the results are not perfect. how i dislike my own attitude. That feeling that won't go away. Just sitting here not knowing quite how to tackle the enormity of the task of writing and writing.
i want to give it my best shot, to be faithful in everything i do, to learn to love other people. i want to worship God in spirit and in truth, to give my all to the one whose name is even too holy to be mentioned.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on