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Sunday, January 07, 2007

didn't quite dawn on me that today was the first Sunday of the year until i got all these handshakes from people whose names i mostly didn't remember and whose faces i but vaguely recognized and who wished me "happy new year!" visited my parents church today and it was a nice and refreshing change. was way odd being introduced to the entire church when my dad was doing announcements tho. haha but i think farand got it way worse. heh. during these once-in-a-blue-moon kinda visits, all the aunties and uncles who saw me growing up way back when we were in Peninsula EFC come up and say hi and gush about how i've grown and all...and well,today they had some other questions too but oh well...haha

and then it just dawned on me that school's starting tmr! and that it may be the last time i ever say that it's the first day of school coz it's my last sem before i graduate. in a desperate bid to get a little more psyched up for school, i bought myself a nice new notebook that's brown and has gold and blue and shades of both stripes on it. haha how sad is that. i guess after so so many years of school, i still can't shake off that sick feeling i have in the pit of my stomach the day before school. it almost always turns out fine, but i guess i'm just kinda apprehensive about the sem ahead (then again, i am every sem). but this time round, i think i may be spending a lot of time feeling really dumb as i struggle thru the econs in Welfare Econs and a postgrad module. haha what can i say? thank God dhoby's home!

ok so enough moping and whining. Dear Father, what do You have in store for me this sem? as i think back about the weekend of worship, this one song stuck with me from yday's worship service. couldn't possibly get harder than this though. haha it only gets harder to sing as the song goes on..not coz ur out of breath or anything..but coz of the weight of what it means.

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only for my King.

Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

and eunice ends here :
- 6:18 PM