{.Your love is extravagant.}




Words could never say the way he says my name
He calls me lovely
No one ever sees the way he looks at me
He sees me holy
Earth could never hold this love that burns my soul
Heaven holds me
Oh Heaven holds me

I can’t hold my love back from you
I can’t hold my love back from you
I’ve gotta sing, I’ve gotta sing, sing my love to you, Jesus
I can't hold my love back from you
I can’t hold my love back from you
I’ve gotta sing, I’ve gotta sing, sing my love

You would not believe the way He touches me
He burns right through me
And I could not forget every word He said
He always knew me
Earth could never hold this love that burns my soul
Heaven holds me
Oh Heaven holds me, YEAH

Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
My soul makes, makes its boast in the Lord

{.Your love is extravagant.}




He know that i can't take that.
He knows it before and He warns me.
And then now i return seeking to take refuge against the world.

From the pain that you're causing me.
Here i deny, giving you a sense of doubt
That hey, maybe it isn't what it seems to be
But don't pictures paint a thousand words
And thereafter i often ask for an affirmation
that maybe i mean more to you then all that I've seen.

literally, i felt my heart drop, so hard it almost crash to the ground
and i held it back.. was this all worthwhile
my one heart, i gave it all.
and thankfully it still hurts, not numb
and i know this might be the last straw
i can't take it if it keeps coming.

i fear.
so tell me all that i need to hear.
cause i would like to make it with you.

{.Your love is extravagant.}




i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate having to fight back my tears.
i hate i love yous being used to clear the air after you said your piece, of how upset you were. i hate it that i'm dumbfounded by the words you said. i hate it that i'm being misunderstood for having ill-intentions. especially since it's you. it somehow just goes to show you never knew me right from the start. you never knew this heart of mine. the words you said of why u were upset, i can understand today, but you never told me, and you expected me to know then. i hate it that i'm always expected to know. i hate it that you have expectations of me that i don't meet, cause i never knew. i hate it that i don't know where to start. out of respect, i kept quiet, cause for that moment, i thought it was just useless to say anything to defend myself. but in all truthfulness, i'm dumbfounded by the words you said about the attitude of my giving, i have never thought of it that way, i've never expected more and what i wanted to say is i gave out of a cheerful heart, and i think i used the least of home resources.

about then, i just thought, maybe you should have never asked me to go. Or when u did, you should have laid down your expectations right in my face. so at least i had a choice.

i hate it when i caught in the middle, and being forced to talk things out.

{.Your love is extravagant.}




"Son, whatever weakens your reasoning, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of God, or takes away your relish for spiritual things; in short, whatever increases the power and authority of the flesh over the Spirit, that to you is sin, no matter how good it seems."

what Susanna Wesley told her young son when he asked what sin is.

{.Your love is extravagant.}




one day i hope to be living there.

How many spiderman can fit into Jamba juice?


Freeze at Grand Central


NYC subway line cuff, which will totally match my NYC subway dress!!! =)


love love.

{.Your love is extravagant.}







they should make one for wakeboarding.
boat-rope-board-man falls

i think the top right one is made for me.. if i were to fall off that steps again for the 3rd time. i hope not. come to think of it, my back still hurts quite bad.

{.Your love is extravagant.}




it makes me happy already just trying to read it aloud.


Keep Calm

{.Your love is extravagant.}






{.Your love is extravagant.}




prayer is a cry of the heart.

what a revelation. no wonder people find it hard to pray, when it is supposed to be a delight, at times feel like a chore. because we just feel we ought to but we don't feel like it.

cry of the heart. how often do we cry, yet even so how often do our hearts feel so devastated to let out a cry. i suddenly realise that humans have alot of pride. how we tend to just think we can settle everything by ourselves. That its very very seldom that we feel so devastated enough to call for help. for the heart to cry, it has to come to a realization that i can't do anything anymore. like helpless. like hopeless.

like how i tripped on the ladder, got hooked by the wire, end up hanging upside down. All i could say was "God, help me!" that was the most sincere cry of the heart.

my conclusion: prayer requires humility. humility requires the realization of the human's fraility, the limitations of a human, and the realization of who God is; how great & mighty; how loving and good; how awesome He is.

With God, all things are possible. that's why i pray.
For God so loved me. that's why i pray.
knowing that there is hope from God above, hope that never fails, never giving up on me.
and the fact that He knows the depth of my heart, but yet still love me yst, today and forever. His love is not blind, but His perfect love covers my great multitude of sin. This is why i pray.
To commune, to delight, to be a part of His great work.

i feel that when someone you love is hurting, yet you can't do anything to help. If only there's something i can do. if only. This hopelessness, i come to be thankful that I can pray, at least i know that the someone up there will bring my love comfort, peace and joy. Take my love out of trouble, make everything wonderful again.

Just simply cause I can trust in his unfailing love. God is good all the time. :)

{.Your love is extravagant.}




“ Happy is the heart that still feels pain. ”

{.Your love is extravagant.}