To have my voice, but him speaking.
My steps, but Christ leading.
My heart, but his love beating
in me, through me, with me.
What's it like to have Christ on the inside?

To tap his strength when mine expires
or feel the force of heaven's fires
raging, purging wrong desires.
Could Christ become my self entire?

So much him, so little me
that in my eyes it's him they see.
What's it like to a Mary be?
No longer I, but Christ in me.

Max Lucado- Next Door Saviour

Very drained and slob-ish feeling lately. Like one of those days when ur life is black and white, and people talk like characters in one of those black and white films with no audio features. I think thats what people mean when they say they are experiencing a dry season.

Either way, pressing in is my best shot i suppose~ ^o^ Thank God that i have a joyful nature to begin with, now whats left is to persist in persevering in terms of drawing near to Him. Never belittle a dry season though, had many mini ones in my life time, that i know every one that comes, brings a lesson to be learnt. And by belittling it, distancing away from God instead of drawing nearer, one may risk losing the purpose in life. ^-^

My prayer after last nite's cell: is that if prosperity, wealth, riches will pull me away from you, then let me forever have "just enough". :P