<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:01.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Of Lives.....</title><subtitle type='html'>There are many seasons in a life and even more in lives... As I thought about it, it would be great to be able to write a teeny weeny bit about seasons of lives.. whether about my own life or the lives of others...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>555</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1006426410206296487</id><published>2012-02-02T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:30:15.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Praise God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my very first post of 2012 and I want to praise God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, He shows me again that He cares for every bits of details in my life; no matter how tiny they are.. Just an hour ago, as I was walking in Sainsbury supermarket to buy lunch, I was thinking that it would be nice to have Dosa Chenai some time soon.. and voila! I got a call from a friend an hour later. She asked what would I be doing tonight.. and mentioned that they are having Dosa Chenai for dinner with some friends. She said, if I don't mind, I could come and join them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is amazing, isn't He? *grin* and that just makes my day.. especially when I have been feeling rather 'rubbish' the past weeks and days.. Father Lord, You just know my heart desires so well.. Thank You Dear Lord..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am off to have Dosa Chenai for dinner this evening.. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1006426410206296487?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1006426410206296487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2012/02/praise-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1006426410206296487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1006426410206296487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2012/02/praise-god.html' title='Praise God!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3877165899629699229</id><published>2011-12-07T10:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:27:08.520Z</updated><title type='text'>HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQDjGBEQtgc/Tt88HwYcGhI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9gjt41m0OHQ/s1600/new_home_graphics_01.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQDjGBEQtgc/Tt88HwYcGhI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9gjt41m0OHQ/s1600/new_home_graphics_01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 24 hours time.. I am heading to homeland! after two and half years.. Gosh.. not sure what to expect.. Just trusting God.. That is all I could do and am comfortable of doing just that.. Trusting that He will guide my steps as I spend time in homeland.. time with family... meeting friends.. saying things that I meant to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is that mixed feelings.. which I am unable to put my fingers onto. Unable to use words to describe it. The one comforting thing is that God is with me and He will make all things beautiful in His Time! Yay!.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3877165899629699229?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3877165899629699229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3877165899629699229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3877165899629699229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html' title='HOME!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQDjGBEQtgc/Tt88HwYcGhI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9gjt41m0OHQ/s72-c/new_home_graphics_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1949146895572379715</id><published>2011-11-02T07:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:05:46.268Z</updated><title type='text'>"Happy" food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DgyOi_wrv4/TrDruFVABkI/AAAAAAAAA14/ilUjj0j6dGw/s1600/zzdonut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DgyOi_wrv4/TrDruFVABkI/AAAAAAAAA14/ilUjj0j6dGw/s400/zzdonut.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1949146895572379715?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1949146895572379715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1949146895572379715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1949146895572379715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-food.html' title='&quot;Happy&quot; food!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DgyOi_wrv4/TrDruFVABkI/AAAAAAAAA14/ilUjj0j6dGw/s72-c/zzdonut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7944469708652505612</id><published>2011-10-30T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:00:38.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Lord, have mercy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I am very much aware at this hour of day that the spiritual battles are real and strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;But I could rejoice in the Lord because I could fight strong and well because He is at my side! Yay! Lord, have mercy and may I fast and pray and intercede in Your ways..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;and I am reminded of Romans 8:28.. His Word stays true in all situations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Thank You Dear Sweet Jesus.. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7944469708652505612?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7944469708652505612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/lord-have-mercy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7944469708652505612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7944469708652505612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/lord-have-mercy.html' title='Lord, have mercy..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6951489315708958605</id><published>2011-10-29T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:17:00.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet contentment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what does it mean to have contentment.. and on top of it all, a sweet contentment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is lovely to be able to enjoy being contented; even when there are uncertainties in life.. even when there are unanswered prayers..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father, You know my heart's desires.. You know the very things I need.. I know they will be provided for in Your timing, in Your way.. Thank You O Lord for giving me the sense of sweet contentment and being thankful in the midst of changes..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace and joy is what I seek.. O Lord.. being available for You and for Your use..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6951489315708958605?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6951489315708958605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6951489315708958605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6951489315708958605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-contentment.html' title='Sweet contentment..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2717062292039716420</id><published>2011-10-14T14:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:03:59.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been thinking about this.. What are the things that make me laugh... and I find it rather amusing as I think about it as it could be anything, really!.. And the other amusing thing is that it is nice to be laughing about things that I never thought would make me laugh.. That's kinda neat, I would think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YplfhInfuas/TpgyiFHX9OI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wFG78X6hofE/s1600/laugh_ha_ha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YplfhInfuas/TpgyiFHX9OI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wFG78X6hofE/s200/laugh_ha_ha.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!.. Life.. people.. experiences.. various bits that I do find rather lovely.. and fun!.. Love to have that sense of freedom to laugh and have fun!.. to enjoy moments.. to enjoy people.. to love life as it comes! Yay! This is possible because of He who says 'I am'.. and I look forward to what my dear Lord has installed for me in the days to come.. I am waiting in anticipation. *wink* What do I mean by that? I am not sure about it myself but I am praying and waiting.. All I know is that it will be beautiful and I again will be awed by Him!.. Hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2717062292039716420?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2717062292039716420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-make-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2717062292039716420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2717062292039716420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-make-me-laugh.html' title='Things that make me laugh!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YplfhInfuas/TpgyiFHX9OI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wFG78X6hofE/s72-c/laugh_ha_ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3110480478428607664</id><published>2011-10-09T09:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:58:10.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A portrait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHE3J0NEyXk/TpFhXXfHduI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mgfUWThEjlE/s1600/Portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHE3J0NEyXk/TpFhXXfHduI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mgfUWThEjlE/s320/Portrait.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this was really cool..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I feel privileged and blessed in many ways;&lt;br /&gt;beyond words could express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just enjoying the Lord's blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3110480478428607664?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3110480478428607664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/portrait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3110480478428607664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3110480478428607664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/portrait.html' title='A portrait...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHE3J0NEyXk/TpFhXXfHduI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mgfUWThEjlE/s72-c/Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3306268322117997968</id><published>2011-10-09T09:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:48:14.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Funny!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As this word came to my mind today, it is "funny" in a good sense. "Funny" in a humorous sense as I think about what the Lord is doing and what He is showing me. Just finding humor in discovering His sense of humor as it were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is surely amazing to be able to see the fun and laughter of life and to enjoy the moment; even as I am in the office this very minute. Kinda strange that I could be here on a Sunday morning but yet, this is the place where I could come anytime.. the sense of peace that I enjoy. It is not so much about the work I am doing. I never had that with my previous work. And, I guess I kinda do enjoy it. Able to have the freedom to come anytime. And, think this could work in terms of being discipline which I am totally not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well....... Funny!.. how life is.. and indeed I am thankful to Him; to be where I am.. Never really thought I would be here. Who would have thought? Who would have known? Only my sweet Heavenly Daddy would know.. to place me where I am now in order for me to do what I am doing now.. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3306268322117997968?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3306268322117997968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3306268322117997968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3306268322117997968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny.html' title='&quot;Funny!&quot;'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4154424943670552877</id><published>2011-09-28T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:23:30.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"what do you mean?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am trying to figure out figures, stuff flying by my brain too.. always multitasking.. Possibly a gift from God, that is. Else, never thought of even have the capacity and ability to do all I am doing at one time. Just love when the Lord reveals deeper stuff and deeper understanding, even with the numbers that I was trying to figure out! Yippee!..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what's with the question, "what do you mean?"? Not sure why I decided on this as the topic of this post.. I guess that is the one of my typical questions that I like to ask when I have conversations with people. In order to understand, I would ask. And, I have a teeny feeling that this is also my utmost question that I ask of the Lord too regularly.. I love the idea now; having the freedom to ask, without feeling 'stupid' as I am more secured in Him. What a breakthrough.. what a revelation and fun this is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, back to the excitement of numbers revelation! It is progressing! Thank You O Lord! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4154424943670552877?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4154424943670552877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4154424943670552877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4154424943670552877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-mean.html' title='&quot;what do you mean?&quot;'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8627669376299380180</id><published>2011-09-17T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:42:29.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things happened.. but it is how people respond to it that shows the hearts of people. I am feeling sad today. Sad because of how people response. Why would people response in such ways? hmm.. Oh Lord.. Please allow me to learn from all these.. that I could learn what You intend me to learn, O Lord.. I know as I ask, You will answer me.. Thank You Lord..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8627669376299380180?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8627669376299380180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8627669376299380180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8627669376299380180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-sad.html' title='Feeling sad..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5752267618526046413</id><published>2011-09-16T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:01:04.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Agape Family in UK..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ87SRTsS9Q/TnO2WTCWrcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/tcN-OpdgaG8/s1600/ops2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ87SRTsS9Q/TnO2WTCWrcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/tcN-OpdgaG8/s400/ops2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new Agape Family in UK;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;people that I work with everyday..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People that I see day in and day out in the office..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a privilege to be part of this family..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to work together; to pray together; to encourage one another..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God is continuously surprising me with many things.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5752267618526046413?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5752267618526046413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-new-agape-family-in-uk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5752267618526046413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5752267618526046413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-new-agape-family-in-uk.html' title='My New Agape Family in UK..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ87SRTsS9Q/TnO2WTCWrcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/tcN-OpdgaG8/s72-c/ops2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6091786659689172176</id><published>2011-09-14T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:14:15.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-worker..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd9bfqC3aq0/TnCZ1H9d93I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZCjXKYY3wS0/s1600/Vivien%2526Mary_Aug11a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd9bfqC3aq0/TnCZ1H9d93I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZCjXKYY3wS0/s320/Vivien%2526Mary_Aug11a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My co-worker in the Agape office.. whom I work very closely with; in terms of getting the accounts to date and in order.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6091786659689172176?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6091786659689172176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/co-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6091786659689172176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6091786659689172176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/co-worker.html' title='Co-worker..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd9bfqC3aq0/TnCZ1H9d93I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZCjXKYY3wS0/s72-c/Vivien%2526Mary_Aug11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6734844347504717570</id><published>2011-09-05T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:04:48.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A phrase for this season..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn the unforced rhythms of Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, that would be very interesting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall scribble more on this thought later.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanted to share this phrase for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is in Matt 11:28 (msg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6734844347504717570?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6734844347504717570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/phrase-for-this-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6734844347504717570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6734844347504717570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/phrase-for-this-season.html' title='A phrase for this season..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8751990907789788520</id><published>2011-09-04T18:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:19:41.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking on the road..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting in the bus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eyes looking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;observing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in all that I do; I observe.. I think.. I reflect..&lt;br /&gt;the whole idea of being real..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I trying too hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I letting it go and be me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a question? or is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it normal to ask such questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I the only one asking? hmm..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do I be real in living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do I be me in all that I do and say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.. What would Jesus do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8751990907789788520?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8751990907789788520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8751990907789788520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8751990907789788520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-real.html' title='Being real...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6497590377375688400</id><published>2011-09-02T13:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:19:31.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 91:4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aW0KbVRxsok/TmDI3yWFgpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/OnYZEI121qw/s1600/psalm91-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aW0KbVRxsok/TmDI3yWFgpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/OnYZEI121qw/s320/psalm91-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Father, You will cover me with Your feathers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;and under Your wings I will find refuge;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Your faithfulness will be my shield and rampart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Thank You Dear Daddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6497590377375688400?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6497590377375688400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/psalm-914.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6497590377375688400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6497590377375688400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/psalm-914.html' title='Psalm 91:4...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aW0KbVRxsok/TmDI3yWFgpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/OnYZEI121qw/s72-c/psalm91-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3113081292344770084</id><published>2011-09-02T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:09:21.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with people..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an art..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a skill to learn..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a time to accept and love people for who they are..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a time for grace too..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it is fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really depends on how we choose to see it, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3113081292344770084?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3113081292344770084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-with-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3113081292344770084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3113081292344770084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-with-people.html' title='Living with people..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-178706269378639047</id><published>2011-08-31T17:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:02:50.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN Conclusions on John 1:1 - 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just would like to share here an assignment that I did at my first Agape staff conference. A list of TEN conclusions on this short passage of John and the reasons why John wrote them (my reasons, of course). Thought it would trigger our thoughts a little more as you read on.. Well, this is my TEN conclusions that I have come up with and it isn't exclusive on its own. This was what I was inspired to as I reflected.. Hope you would be encouraged.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus is&amp;nbsp;the Word&lt;/strong&gt; and He&amp;nbsp;is there since the beginning with God. John wrote this to emphasize the importance of putting this crucial truth across to the readers and from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is concluded that without Jesus &amp;amp; God, nothing would have been made. This implies that &lt;strong&gt;God is the creator of all&lt;/strong&gt; things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is concluded that only &lt;strong&gt;Jesus could shine in the darkness&lt;/strong&gt; and whoever follows Him will have the light of life. John wrote this because it is God's desire that all can be in the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God sent John, the baptist to prepare the way for Jesus so that people are expecting His coming to them. Or the least, people would know &lt;strong&gt;someone is coming&lt;/strong&gt; and He would be the Light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If people receive Jesus into their lives, they would be &lt;strong&gt;children of God&lt;/strong&gt; and have the heritage of God. This is important, to have the sense of belonging and commitment from God. In particularly, on how God views His people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been known to Jesus that as He comes to the world, He would be rejected and yet, He still comes. This was written to indicate how much &lt;strong&gt;Jesus loves His own people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus is &lt;strong&gt;the only Son from the Father&lt;/strong&gt;. THis was written to bring that connection clear to the readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus has come to the world and lived among His people so that His people would experience His grace and truth. This indicates &lt;strong&gt;He desires to be with us&lt;/strong&gt; and His willingness to know each person individually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God gave the law through Moses; He gave grace and truth through Jesus. THis was written so that &lt;strong&gt;we could have personal relationship with God through Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY God&lt;/strong&gt;. Jesus and God are one. This probably was with the intention of pointing to the truth about the Holy trinity; the very first attempt to bring this idea to the readers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May you be inspired to look at gospel of John for yourselves.... If you do not have a bible with you, no fear.. It is available online too. Please click on this blue link below&amp;nbsp;.. and&amp;nbsp;enjoy reading what John has written about Jesus and discover nuggets of truths for yourselves as you read along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+1&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+1&amp;amp;version=NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I hope to do more studies on gospel of John too on my own, using the methods that I have re-learnt.. I am excited to see what God has to say to me through His Living Word. I may well scribble some of those here in the days to come. Hence, look out for this space as I explore and reflect.. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-178706269378639047?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/178706269378639047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-conclusions-on-john-11-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/178706269378639047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/178706269378639047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-conclusions-on-john-11-18.html' title='TEN Conclusions on John 1:1 - 18'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-9075698298566562692</id><published>2011-08-30T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:52:27.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing someone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ha!.. I am!.. missing someone.. not only someone but many 'ones'... and it is nice to be missing someone.. just allow me to appreciate them even more while they are not here with me.. appreciate the relationships and friendships.. the times we had.. the chats we had.. the fun we had.. the laughters.. the tears too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been thinking.. praying.. dreaming.. oops.. oh well.. life is about dreams that come true.. isn't it? life is about making the best of what is given to us.. life is about people that He has brought into our lives.. how we could be there for one another, love one another, care for one another.. and that just pleases Him. He desires us to dance, laugh, play, share and so much more for His Glory.. to invite others to join us in this exciting journey of faith and belief in Him..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming back from my very first Agape staff conference just made me think of many things.. of the many challenges and fun ahead.. and the much more possibilities ahead too! It just blew my mind away.. I am still very much trying to absorb and make sense of things.. just awesome! That is all I could say.. For once, I am speechless.. Yes, my sweet Heavenly Daddy, I am speechless.. Think I have been speechless for months now.. Still couldn't make sense of things that had happened, really. I wonder, would I ever will? Possibly not.. and I just know somewhere inside me that there are more to come!.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing people is a good feeling.. Missing their fellowship.. Missing their&amp;nbsp;humour.. Missing their chats about their passion and what inspires them in life!... And more importantly, missing them means they are very special to me in my little heart. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-9075698298566562692?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/9075698298566562692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/9075698298566562692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/9075698298566562692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-someone.html' title='Missing someone..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-175704080671622886</id><published>2011-08-14T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:35:52.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Spree!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UulXvGQfq7k/TkcFf7OizeI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GL7AFgwdWBs/s1600/clip-art-cleaning-503292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UulXvGQfq7k/TkcFf7OizeI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GL7AFgwdWBs/s320/clip-art-cleaning-503292.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just feel like I am on a cleaning spree the past weeks and in the days to come... Lots to clean.. Think being in my previous place did trigger something within me.. Am I a person who loves to clean? hmm.. not sure about loving to clean.. but would love a clean place!.. hee.. So, I guess if I want a clean place, I have to clean then!.. Think I am almost done with the bathroom.. I am cleaning little bit of the kitchen.. There is the windows in my room to clean too!.. Think I will do those after my staff conference..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe the good Lord is saying something to me about cleaning.. to keep the house clean.. My next purchase after the conference would be a dyson vacuum cleaner!.. Looking forward to that! I heard that it is a very good vacuum cleaner.. I desire to vacuum my room to dust free! *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-175704080671622886?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/175704080671622886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/cleaning-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/175704080671622886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/175704080671622886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/cleaning-spree.html' title='Cleaning Spree!..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UulXvGQfq7k/TkcFf7OizeI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GL7AFgwdWBs/s72-c/clip-art-cleaning-503292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7447081238027722434</id><published>2011-08-10T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:48:29.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Berekah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It means.. 'A Blessing'... I learnt this on Monday devotion in the office which I find to be very helpful.. to list down 10 things to thank God for;.. followed by another 10.. and another 10.. etc.. And, to write a Berekah with them.. and here is my version of it.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Praise be to You, O Lord, who gives friendships and relationships to me. Friends (regardless of age; 2 1/2 years old to 70 years old and beyond) who are there to support, care, love &amp;amp; pray. Friends whom I have learnt various things from and be a better person. This is so that I could continue to grow even closer to You, O Lord. You know exactly what I need to be changed even when I don't understand it. Please bless all my friends, colleagues and family; keep them close to Your side too, Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed are You O Lord who is my Provider in all forms.... protection, peace, love, joy, fun time and so much more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You O Lord for ever being there, never giving up on me and continuing to see me through thick and thin. Amen"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I really find this exercise to be very enlightening and refreshing!.. It encourages me the space and time to write down stuff and to focus on Him.. To me, this is the best part of being in Agape.. to be able to engage in things like this; making it as part of my daily routine at work.. Love it!.. God really does know exactly what I need! *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7447081238027722434?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7447081238027722434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/berekah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7447081238027722434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7447081238027722434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/berekah.html' title='A Berekah...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4589083679391678197</id><published>2011-08-01T13:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:39:59.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomadic feeling..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just having this feeling of being a nomad! &lt;br /&gt;If this is of the Lord, may I truly enjoy being a joyful one! &lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... What to discover next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4589083679391678197?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4589083679391678197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/nomadic-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4589083679391678197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4589083679391678197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/08/nomadic-feeling.html' title='Nomadic feeling..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-753785778577534902</id><published>2011-07-27T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:16:18.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I hear many good news, one thing that came to mind is that there is progress in people's lives.. and naturally, I would ask the question of.. "how about me?".. "what are my progress?".. Really have to be careful not be sucked into the mode of comparing but turn my eyes to Jesus... Yet, it is so easy to focus on the "seen" progress and forget about those "unseen" ones that the good Lord has blessed me with..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sorry dear God for losing sight of things even for a moment.. Please help me to be contented with what I have at this hour.. be celebrating with others of their "seen" progress in lives.. and wait upon You, Lord..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh! I so look forward to seeing my two special&amp;nbsp;munch-kins.. they have grown so much.. and am so excited for the third one coming along coming year.. Praying for he/she as he/she grows in mummy's womb... Actually, I wonder.. should I go home for good? I am missing out not being there but yet, I recognised that by me being far away, I could really see greater spiritual growth.. and I do remember the Lord said to me few years back that, "your work is done here and it is time to go..." &amp;nbsp;But I do feel torn in-between at various times recently.. Never would I ever thought I would actually feel that way.. yet, I do.. I am feeling it!.. feeling the feelings that I don't usually feel in the past.. gosh.. amazing stuff!.. And as I feel it, I want to pray into it.. and pray for my family back home.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-753785778577534902?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/753785778577534902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/753785778577534902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/753785778577534902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/progress.html' title='Progress...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-140429625059428151</id><published>2011-07-23T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:07:13.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought about it but at the same time contented..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;amazing but true.. thoughts do come about various things especially seeing the updates of friends on facebook.. asking the when, who and how.. and yet, where I am now, I am contented.. My next thing that I look forward to would be my move.. then probably followed by my trip back home in December.. of course, I am sure there are many exciting things happening in between August and December at Agape for me from Him... and then, come 2012, a little car of my own.. the rest I have no clues.. but I am contented and know He will surprise me with much.. All I ask is that my family back home are well taken care of.. that they are safe and they are walking close with God.. I am increasingly praying that their lives would be wonderfully touched by Jesus in every way especially Joshua and Tiffany... I am claiming what He says in His Word.. that I am free to do His work and I do not need to worry about other stuff but trust Him to take care of them and that includes my family.. includes my health.. includes my needs.. my desires.. so on and on.. yay!.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord is watching over me and my family... So comforted in His truth and promises.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-140429625059428151?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/140429625059428151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/thought-about-it-but-at-same-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/140429625059428151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/140429625059428151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/thought-about-it-but-at-same-time.html' title='Thought about it but at the same time contented..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4346716170486000804</id><published>2011-07-19T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:29:45.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being proud..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FoYuWtjS_vE/TiTAThbNdNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/CDe5FmEuN18/s1600/Me_with+SC-CH-DT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FoYuWtjS_vE/TiTAThbNdNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/CDe5FmEuN18/s320/Me_with+SC-CH-DT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just feeling proud of this two girls and one boy.. I guess it is because I had the privilege in participating in their journey as they toiled in their studies, assignments, projects the past one to two years.. Three amazing testimonies, different in their ways and yet the ultimate result is that His Name is glorified in all three testimonies.. Thank You O Lord.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4346716170486000804?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4346716170486000804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4346716170486000804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4346716170486000804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-proud.html' title='Being proud..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FoYuWtjS_vE/TiTAThbNdNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/CDe5FmEuN18/s72-c/Me_with+SC-CH-DT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6719474796294409465</id><published>2011-07-18T22:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:04:52.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlling..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEREZUiiI0/TiSZz5UYvAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Sq3BMvBCYO8/s1600/controlling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEREZUiiI0/TiSZz5UYvAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Sq3BMvBCYO8/s320/controlling.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just amazing that people can be seriously very controlling.. ish...&lt;br /&gt;me dislike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well.... I am off.. not going to hang around....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least, I have tried.. and after trying, it didn't work out. Hence, time to move on.. Just feel so happy that I no longer feel obliged to hang around.. Able to make clear decision to leave and walk after seeking His peace. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping friends sometimes do cause inconveniences.. but the heartache is when the help wasn't even appreciated.. oh well.. who am I to judge? The Lord knows my heart and He knows my desires and He will grant them in His time.. Anyway, as for now, I am looking forward to my move in 12 days time! Gonna have a mini party when I am in the new place.. lalalalala...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6719474796294409465?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6719474796294409465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/controlling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6719474796294409465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6719474796294409465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/controlling.html' title='Controlling..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEREZUiiI0/TiSZz5UYvAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Sq3BMvBCYO8/s72-c/controlling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-32428823263687238</id><published>2011-07-11T06:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:46:52.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another move..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A--VqZlriDw/ThqNlye8aeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/dLx32YzbV0Q/s1600/moving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A--VqZlriDw/ThqNlye8aeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/dLx32YzbV0Q/s1600/moving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup!.. I am moving again.. and hopefully and prayerfully, it would be for a longer term.. Excited about this move as there are much potentials.. and much opportunities ahead in this new accommodation arrangement.. one that I have been praying for and He has answered. So excited!.. *grin* Thank You Lord for Your way of provision and Your Timing too..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-32428823263687238?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/32428823263687238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-move.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/32428823263687238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/32428823263687238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-move.html' title='Another move..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A--VqZlriDw/ThqNlye8aeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/dLx32YzbV0Q/s72-c/moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2801536124331593677</id><published>2011-07-10T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:57:35.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9bCWw60fgA/Thof6xgMSTI/AAAAAAAAA1I/aJ3e61R81ec/s1600/optimism1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9bCWw60fgA/Thof6xgMSTI/AAAAAAAAA1I/aJ3e61R81ec/s320/optimism1.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The glass is half full... not half empty..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Optimism is a learned skill or it could be in built.. I discover that I love optimism even more these days that when someone who is negative is around me, I could pick it up immediately.. Is that a good thing? I believe that every situation I went through or going through has its lesson for me to learn to be a better person.. Only the Lord knows what is best for me as I avail myself to Him... I really do want to please Him with my life. Am I living such a life? A life that is pleasing Him? I have my flaws and weaknesses.. Yet, the Lord uses me in my flaws n weaknesses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As I think of my current accommodation arrangement, did I make a wrong choice by moving? Hmm... Guess I will never know but I'm taking it as a cultural and language challenge.. An important lesson to learn.. Shall try not to read in between the lines and just be myself.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2801536124331593677?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2801536124331593677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/optimism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2801536124331593677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2801536124331593677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/optimism.html' title='Optimism...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9bCWw60fgA/Thof6xgMSTI/AAAAAAAAA1I/aJ3e61R81ec/s72-c/optimism1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3880899729138288247</id><published>2011-07-10T08:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:18:02.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a child is meant to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="286" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0cEthN-yXT0" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(by Vineyard UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In my weakness I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;strength&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;knows no bounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And in my loneliness I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That the everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;arms surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And even with this fragile heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I find a place to rest here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Safe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I am falling into grace again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I am run – ning where mercy never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lord I’m learning that your love can cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are teaching me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;What a child is meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A Song that touched my heart at the last Growing Leaders session on 09.07.11... I am a child of God.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3880899729138288247?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3880899729138288247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-child-is-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3880899729138288247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3880899729138288247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-child-is-meant-to-be.html' title='What a child is meant to be?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0cEthN-yXT0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4141690254574652300</id><published>2011-07-09T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:28:09.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Ride with God..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuP71k9qNSc/ThjSVtFuoRI/AAAAAAAAA1A/w4vK5UcgnZE/s1600/Roller+Coaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuP71k9qNSc/ThjSVtFuoRI/AAAAAAAAA1A/w4vK5UcgnZE/s320/Roller+Coaster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is a Corkscrew roller coaster where it is going round and round with the same distance from the middle all the time.. Signifying God will always be in the same distance and closeness to me as I take this ride of a lifetime with Him and I am always safe in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And He has made Romans 8:28 so true in my life.. Once upon a time, the idea of roller coaster ride was horrifying for me even the thought of it because of a bad experience. Yet, today, He has turned it to positive.. turned it for the good for me.. It will be lots of fun!.. and there will be more than just me on it.. As I giggle with gleeeeeeee and fun...Others will be attracted to me and want to join me on this ride.. Lord, may this picture be clearer and clearer in Your Time.. and Father, as I pray, I pray that I would know who these others are.. and how I would be connected with them and invite them to join me.. or even, they would come and ask if they could join me in this adventure..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW_Tcp6ycjw/ThjVomc3XoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/fLgVmu5GKmk/s1600/corkscrew_winter_1440x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW_Tcp6ycjw/ThjVomc3XoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/fLgVmu5GKmk/s320/corkscrew_winter_1440x900.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yippppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeee!..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4141690254574652300?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4141690254574652300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/roller-coaster-ride-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4141690254574652300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4141690254574652300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/roller-coaster-ride-with-god.html' title='Roller Coaster Ride with God..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuP71k9qNSc/ThjSVtFuoRI/AAAAAAAAA1A/w4vK5UcgnZE/s72-c/Roller+Coaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3718181645239830728</id><published>2011-07-05T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:27:53.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>His Timing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xq1xcpfaYw/ThJL1xrdDdI/AAAAAAAAA08/0ePv77h0GWg/s1600/happy" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xq1xcpfaYw/ThJL1xrdDdI/AAAAAAAAA08/0ePv77h0GWg/s1600/happy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me a happy bunny at this hour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;very...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;coz it is His Timing.. and He hears my cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*waiting in anticipation*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*blink Blink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3718181645239830728?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3718181645239830728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/his-timing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3718181645239830728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3718181645239830728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/his-timing.html' title='His Timing..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xq1xcpfaYw/ThJL1xrdDdI/AAAAAAAAA08/0ePv77h0GWg/s72-c/happy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-144747640633942549</id><published>2011-07-04T07:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:18:05.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Topic... just a question..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NhIL6LuUdtA/ThFaBri5L4I/AAAAAAAAA04/Hvq68cSl-jQ/s1600/choices.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NhIL6LuUdtA/ThFaBri5L4I/AAAAAAAAA04/Hvq68cSl-jQ/s320/choices.gif" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Father Lord, how would you want me to respond?&lt;/b&gt;"....&lt;br /&gt;to take heed of the need to move? or to remain?&lt;br /&gt;I need much peace and many confirmations to move..&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please grant me clarity.. I know You will. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-144747640633942549?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/144747640633942549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-topic-just-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/144747640633942549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/144747640633942549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-topic-just-question.html' title='No Topic... just a question..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NhIL6LuUdtA/ThFaBri5L4I/AAAAAAAAA04/Hvq68cSl-jQ/s72-c/choices.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7544571427537796644</id><published>2011-07-02T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:11:55.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If God is for us, who can be against us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cut and paste the following paragraphs from &lt;a href="http://www.nehemiahministries.com/whensomeonelets.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Nehemiah Notes: When someone lets you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. (pls click on it to read the full article)... It is such a good read and encouragement as well as reminder for me at this time... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Yet our greatest need--far and away--is to appreciate God’s creative sovereignty in our life and his infinite concern for us. When that perspective is right, our negative feelings toward others often dissolve. Genuine forgiveness becomes possible. And when confronting someone is necessary, we are able to do it in a &lt;b&gt;more relaxed, confident spirit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The bottom line is that God is not our adversary but our friend. We can’t remind ourselves of this fact too often. If the example of Joseph isn’t convincing enough, he has given us his clear promise in &lt;b&gt;Romans 8:28: “We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”&lt;/b&gt; And to make the point even more emphatically, Paul reiterates it in different words three verses later: “If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Rom 8:31).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The friendship of Christ is the overriding factor that touches every relationship and encounter of life. In this matter he has not withheld his hand.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it wrote about one of my favourite bible verses... Romans 8:28... Indeed, things will be worked out for good of those who love Him.. think and reflect on that.... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7544571427537796644?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7544571427537796644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-god-is-for-us-who-can-be-against-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7544571427537796644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7544571427537796644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-god-is-for-us-who-can-be-against-us.html' title='If God is for us, who can be against us?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5048058936401678017</id><published>2011-06-23T08:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:39:24.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>His Will Be Done..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DF6YLeQGFvI/TgLsO0gk31I/AAAAAAAAA00/lWCrdTOuji0/s1600/Your+will+be+done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DF6YLeQGFvI/TgLsO0gk31I/AAAAAAAAA00/lWCrdTOuji0/s1600/Your+will+be+done.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that is all I am asking and praying that His Will Be Done in my life.. even when I do not understand it..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, the beauty of how He has provided the "missionary" visa for me on the 16th June was just beyond words.. Well, to me, it is.. It did match to what I have been feeling.. which is a confirmation in some sort.. an encouragement from Him that I do hear Him about myself and it isn't a myth..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is work still to be done in Birmingham for me.. and which is why I am to stay on.. Lord, please show me what they are as I take one step at a time.. each day.. praying.. seeking.. doing..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lets the fun begins!.. heeeee... Thank You O Lord..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5048058936401678017?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5048058936401678017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/his-will-be-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5048058936401678017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5048058936401678017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/his-will-be-done.html' title='His Will Be Done..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DF6YLeQGFvI/TgLsO0gk31I/AAAAAAAAA00/lWCrdTOuji0/s72-c/Your+will+be+done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6382678257102654584</id><published>2011-06-15T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:36:57.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my answer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my comforter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my provider..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my encourager..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knows the plan for my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knows me in and out, upside down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He loves me for who I am..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He loves me even when I make mistakes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knows my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He cares..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He guides..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my friend.. best friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my Lord Saviour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is my everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without Him, I am nothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without Him, I would still be in the pit..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without Him, I would be running after the wrong things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this junction.. at this very special moment.. even as I reflect and pray about what is ahead of me.. with the visa appointment scheduled tomorrow.. the sense of where does God wants me to be.. Birmingham? Malaysia? Does it really matter where I would be? I do miss home.. I do miss friends back home.. yet, I could see the potential here in this place... but what is God saying? I wish I could be at two places but I couldn't.. My prayer is that I would have His peace; no matter what happens to the 'verdict' of the visa.. Even if it means staying on, or even if it means going back.. Even if it sounds&amp;nbsp;cliché.. I want to say.. "Thy Will be done, O Lord".. (Matthew 6:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6382678257102654584?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6382678257102654584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6382678257102654584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6382678257102654584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus.html' title='Jesus..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-878047434030323198</id><published>2011-06-14T14:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:09:41.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crucial Crunch of thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you go to war against your enemies and see horses and chariots and an army greater than yours, do not be afraid of them, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;the LORD your God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who brought you up out of Egypt, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deuteronomy 20:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-878047434030323198?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/878047434030323198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/crucial-crunch-of-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/878047434030323198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/878047434030323198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/crucial-crunch-of-thought.html' title='Crucial Crunch of thought..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3979452565088282854</id><published>2011-06-13T08:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:50:10.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my question I want to ask as I look at every task or situation that is before me.. for, honestly, I just feel really weak.. unclear in my tiny brain.. Feel like nothing is stable.. EXCEPT.. in Him... And I don't think I could decide anything with my own rationale.. Hence, will solely ask this question.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;"What Would Jesus Do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And trust Him to help me in my thoughts.. Trust Him for wisdom to speak clearly and be confident in Him.. It is not me at work, it is Him who is at work.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3979452565088282854?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3979452565088282854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/wwjd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3979452565088282854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3979452565088282854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/wwjd.html' title='WWJD'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7502512335450487692</id><published>2011-06-13T07:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:39:06.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God, are you with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is Your presence here with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this place where I am suppose to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or Is there another place that I am suppose to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father, I know You hear my cry and my prayer.. Let me hear You..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me hear Your voice clearly for You are speaking all the time, Lord..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I have is from You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing belongs to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I just want to praise You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to live a life that honors Your Name..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk the journey in obedience to Your Will for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is simple yet not that simple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teach me Lord again to walk step by step..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trusting You a little bit more.. and extra more..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7502512335450487692?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7502512335450487692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/god-are-you-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7502512335450487692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7502512335450487692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/god-are-you-with-me.html' title='God, are you with me?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-774717175999062924</id><published>2011-06-12T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:20:56.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger...by Mandisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U3TPq8ZSvTk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Hey, heard you were up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Thinking about how your world ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And you wonder if things will ever get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And you're asking why is it always raining on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;When all you want is just a little good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Instead of standing there stuck out in the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh, don't hang your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;It's gonna end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;God's right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Even if it's hard to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I promise you that He still cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;When the waves are taking you under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Hold on just a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He knows that this is gonna make you stronger, stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The pain ain't gonna last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And things can only get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This is gonna make you stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Gonna make you stronger, stronger, stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Believe me, this is gonna make you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Try and do the best you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Hold on and let Him hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And go on and fall into the arms of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh, lift your head it's gonna end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;God's right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Even when you just can't feel Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I promise you that He still cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;'Cause if He started this work in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He will be faithful to complete it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;If only you believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He knows how much it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And I'm sure that He's gonna help you get through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;When the waves are taking you under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Hold on just a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He knows that this is gonna make you stronger, stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The pain ain't gonna last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;In time it's gonna get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This is gonna make you stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/stronger_lyrics_mandisa.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-774717175999062924?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/774717175999062924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/strongerby-mandisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/774717175999062924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/774717175999062924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/06/strongerby-mandisa.html' title='Stronger...by Mandisa...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U3TPq8ZSvTk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6350185962877954532</id><published>2011-05-25T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:02:37.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>links and connections..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXKl2xPi7oE/Td0IpemaikI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sJBhkjLIWKM/s1600/linking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXKl2xPi7oE/Td0IpemaikI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sJBhkjLIWKM/s320/linking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because of God's love, we are all connected to many and many of His children.. all over the world.. and it is such a beautiful picture... to learn how to love and care for one other..; to inspire..; to protect..; to challenge, sometimes..; to just being there for one another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Z9mm1xXjo/Td0IvimA8hI/AAAAAAAAA0w/e7M8uJhzmcg/s1600/ist2_10023480-happy-children-holding-hands-playing-outside-spring-summer-nature-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Z9mm1xXjo/Td0IvimA8hI/AAAAAAAAA0w/e7M8uJhzmcg/s320/ist2_10023480-happy-children-holding-hands-playing-outside-spring-summer-nature-cartoon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful to Him for all my friends.. in all the forms and shapes that we are all in.. for all the connections He has allowed me to have.. whether short or long... whether on the surface or in depth.. Each is precious and significant. I feel very blessed as I reflect and give thanks to Him!.. *dancing in my heart, praising Him!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6350185962877954532?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6350185962877954532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/links-and-connections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6350185962877954532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6350185962877954532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/links-and-connections.html' title='links and connections..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXKl2xPi7oE/Td0IpemaikI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sJBhkjLIWKM/s72-c/linking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8219403026066492333</id><published>2011-05-25T14:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:34:17.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>few more pieces.. or just one more piece?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbHCCsEKY3A/Td0BLqjARyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/uniq1DUQMo8/s1600/Missing-Pieces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbHCCsEKY3A/Td0BLqjARyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/uniq1DUQMo8/s320/Missing-Pieces.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I reflect today during my 1st retreat day in Agape.. Just felt that there are missing pieces... and the Lord will make them clear in His timing as to what, where, who, how they are.. At this moment, I have no clue what so ever.. maybe a little clue here and there but was about it..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U0oRE08eKwc/Td0BY7czNBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SAyvoUkhwng/s1600/missingpiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U0oRE08eKwc/Td0BY7czNBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SAyvoUkhwng/s320/missingpiece.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes.. it can be rather challenging to be in this state and yet the peace of God is all I need to be where I am.. to trust Him a little more.. and to learn&amp;nbsp;how to deal with the unbelief that I may have and I know I have them!.. I would be lying to say I have none.. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_HZyxA5-6s/Td0Big6q8hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/yRGMx-gN0cU/s1600/PuzzleTheMissingPiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_HZyxA5-6s/Td0Big6q8hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/yRGMx-gN0cU/s320/PuzzleTheMissingPiece.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And,.. there are times where I would try to see if certain things fit into the picture He has for me.. Hence, this picture.. It can be rather discouraging when I thought that this could be the right piece but yet when trying to fit into the picture, it doesn't fit.. Oh well.. it is a matter of letting that go and wait.. hee.. and He has given me so much grace and love that I know with all my heart that it is worth the wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I reflect about His goodness.. I just so thankful for His Love.. everlasting Love.. and the knowledge and truth that He will never fail me and He will provide exactly what I need and many a times, He would bless me with the things of my heart's desires which are just so&amp;nbsp;mind-blowing that He cares so much to do that? *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8219403026066492333?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8219403026066492333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-more-pieces-or-just-one-more-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8219403026066492333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8219403026066492333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-more-pieces-or-just-one-more-piece.html' title='few more pieces.. or just one more piece?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbHCCsEKY3A/Td0BLqjARyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/uniq1DUQMo8/s72-c/Missing-Pieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8505678494494988968</id><published>2011-05-23T00:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:16:11.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our God reigns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O93XepDGl-0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tune just stuck in my head today after I heard it in church..... that truly, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;He reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;He reigns in all situations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;How comforting that is.. really! Especially for me.. and I just wanna proclaim that indeed He reigns!.. And this allows me to recognise that I do have unbelief and able to ask God,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Lord, help me overcome my unbelief"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(like the father in Mark 9:23 - 25) oooh.. Just love it when I am able to hear Him.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8505678494494988968?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8505678494494988968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-god-reigns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8505678494494988968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8505678494494988968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-god-reigns.html' title='Our God reigns...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O93XepDGl-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8543485336495998219</id><published>2011-05-21T23:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:59:02.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life of God-worship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today at an event in church titled "God doesn't do waste".. this particular bible passage that was shared spoke to me... Matthew 6: 19-34 in 'Message' version..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;19-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;"Don't hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it's safe from moth and rust and burglars. It's obvious, isn't it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;22-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;"Your eyes are windows into your body. If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with light. If you live squinty-eyed in greed and distrust, your body is a dank cellar. If you pull the blinds on your windows, what a dark life you will have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;"You can't worship two gods at once. Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. You can't worship God and Money both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;"If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;27-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;"Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;30-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; text-transform: none;"&gt;"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I'm trying to do here is to get you to relax, to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;not be so preoccupied with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; text-transform: none;"&gt;so you can respond to God's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;. People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't worry about missing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;You'll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the speaker talked something about relationships too.. that we are just too easy to waste relationships and not make effort to reconcile. Instead our first reaction is to get rid of relationships that are challenging rather quickly.. That really made me think.. and start thinking and reflecting on the relationships that I have.. And I think it is true.. somehow, the way how we respond is affected by the "consumerism" behaviour.. which is scary if we are sucked into that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is this one particular friendship that I am praying for restoration and reconciliation.. hmm.. wonder what would happen.. All I know is, it is in God's safe hands.. and that is good enough for me.. and I believe that in His Time, it will be restored and reconciled in a beautiful way... even though at this moment it looks very bleak!.. God can change the impossible to possible.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8543485336495998219?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8543485336495998219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-of-god-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8543485336495998219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8543485336495998219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-of-god-worship.html' title='A Life of God-worship...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3397573845106844194</id><published>2011-05-21T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:14:02.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdict on 16th June 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYG7N_Zx8wA/Tdg4KrU1XUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/2hslSCLpREA/s1600/gavel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYG7N_Zx8wA/Tdg4KrU1XUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/2hslSCLpREA/s320/gavel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My appointment with the Home Office is scheduled to be on 16th June 2011, 10am at Solihull branch.. This will determine whether I am staying on in Birmingham for the coming two years or not.. I will know whether I am getting the work visa.. First time ever I am going to Home Office in person.. hee.. Please pray with me.. as I fill in the form, make sure the necessary documents ready for inspection and that all things are in order to get the "green" light! If this is the will of God for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kay.. time to zzz.. and wake up early to fill up the form.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3397573845106844194?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3397573845106844194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/verdict-on-16th-june-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3397573845106844194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3397573845106844194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/verdict-on-16th-june-2011.html' title='Verdict on 16th June 2011...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYG7N_Zx8wA/Tdg4KrU1XUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/2hslSCLpREA/s72-c/gavel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5089564804894175574</id><published>2011-05-20T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:12:27.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5Ow0b3-I4k/TdYfDn83lOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/3AlCSUCHOjU/s1600/Homesick1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5Ow0b3-I4k/TdYfDn83lOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/3AlCSUCHOjU/s320/Homesick1.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Pic from this &lt;a href="http://umagrandavolta.blogspot.com/2010/07/homesickness.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I am serious.. I am feeling homesick.. maybe it is the current living environment that is making me homesick? The sense of feeling trapped.. oh dear.. Why am I feeling this at this moment of time? I don't think it has anything to do with my friend-cum-landlady or does it?.. but there could be some hidden buttons being exposed and pressed that I could possibly need to face and overcome? Need to ask the good Lord...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is so crazy but the feelings are real.. Well, at least I think they are real!.. I just want to go homeeeeeeeeeeeee.. It doesn't make sense, actually.. Hmm.. &amp;nbsp;Lord, have mercy on me, please.. SOS! Or I wonder is it because I am burden-carrying for someone? The feelings are unbearable.. and I think I am possibly burden-carrying for someone.. for I hardly feel homesick!.. Lord, please allow me to differentiate.. and to pray and to intercede.. I need Your strength O Lord.. Thank You O Lord..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5089564804894175574?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5089564804894175574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5089564804894175574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5089564804894175574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/serious.html' title='Serious?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5Ow0b3-I4k/TdYfDn83lOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/3AlCSUCHOjU/s72-c/Homesick1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-440046616015031325</id><published>2011-05-13T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:25:24.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Directions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, it just struck me today as I am at my 'old' friend's place, having to meet up with friends of 20-odd years.. that, the choices we made in life does determine where we are at and the directions we are going to take.. Well, I do know that but yet, today, it struck me more.. Hmm.. and even for myself, I never thought I would be where I am today.. the very things that I thought are important are no longer important anymore.. It would be nice to have them but I somehow have no urgency or urge to must have them. Perspectives have changed? Priorities have changed? Perhaps. And the beautiful and amazing discovery is that I am at peace with God and with myself and happy for others&amp;nbsp;to have them.. the 'successes' in life.. Deep down, I believe God will provide them in His Time.. for He knows my desires and needs. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the whole idea of not comparing with others does make a huge difference.. It is so easy to compare.. Yet, as the Lord Jesus said, "what is that to you?" when Peter asked about another disciple in John 21. To me, that indicates that we are not to compare with others.. and be faithful in and thankful for what is/are given to us. Thankfulness in all situations is a skill.. a choice we are to constantly make.. The good Lord is teaching me this lots!.. to be thankful.. and to see good out of situations, no matter how bleak they could be.. for the Lord is in control.. He has great plans for every one of us.. small, big.. medium.. any sizes and forms.. so exciting!.. yay!.. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-440046616015031325?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/440046616015031325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/440046616015031325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/440046616015031325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/directions.html' title='Directions..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4082725269010544024</id><published>2011-05-11T17:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:30:04.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets go and play!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i99vmJMb5vY/Tcq1DFoPAQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/n7toqDWnZUQ/s1600/DSC08750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i99vmJMb5vY/Tcq1DFoPAQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/n7toqDWnZUQ/s400/DSC08750.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had my first attempt at sailing last Sunday. Interestingly, I still could remember clearly that my friend's hubby (Adam)&amp;nbsp;said, "now, lets go and play!" after he&amp;nbsp;briefed me about the boat and also about what I needed to do with the various 'strings'; other bits and pieces .. Hmm.. It was like, there are some preparations; briefings.. before we can go and play and have fun!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Alot of times, the things we are to embark on in life in the coming days require that too.. preparations; briefings; trainings.. before we could go and play!.. Some would require more preparations.. some less.. and who is the best person to know how much we need? Take a quick guess? Daddy in Heaven.. :) He knows exactly what we need to be prepared, be briefed, be trained... for what is ahead!..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So.. once we are ready.. there we go!.. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... mistakes will happen.. just like bruises and cuts will take place (in my sailing experience).. but that shouldn't stop us from going again (as well as in this case, sailing)... The more we go, the better we become.. And, this just so resonates with my feelings about my new&amp;nbsp;assignment&amp;nbsp;at Agape.. Lots of adventures ahead!.. hmm. I wonder this sailing experience is by chance or by His divine appointment so that I could connect the dots!.. I prefer the later, to be honest as that works for me!.. lol.. well, I could literally connect the dots and I love that!.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4082725269010544024?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4082725269010544024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-go-and-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4082725269010544024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4082725269010544024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-go-and-play.html' title='Lets go and play!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i99vmJMb5vY/Tcq1DFoPAQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/n7toqDWnZUQ/s72-c/DSC08750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4264226929031970604</id><published>2011-05-11T16:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:31:42.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfX2pa83Bzg/TcqqZLiIVGI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/STWslRuFNSQ/s1600/DSC08779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfX2pa83Bzg/TcqqZLiIVGI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/STWslRuFNSQ/s320/DSC08779.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This picture I took in my recent visit to London just spoke to me!.. and it reminded me about a story.. a story about a beast who is filled with lots of bitterness and anger and yet he was touched by a simple girl who shows love to him.. And it was a challenge for her to actually love him especially when he was being so mean! Yet, she did!.. There was just something in him that touched her heart.. a connection? The rose in this story was crucial.. It resembled timing.. and somehow, the thought that came to my mind was there is always hope.. even when we couldn't see any.. or even in the bleakest situation/ circumstance...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And as I reflect.. I am so delighted to say that our hope is in Jesus.. He gives us hope in hopeless situations.. and as I think about HOPE.. Psalmist in Psalm 37:34 encourages us to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Hope in the Lord and keep His way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He will exalt us to inherit the land;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when the wicked are destroyed, we will see it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4264226929031970604?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4264226929031970604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4264226929031970604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4264226929031970604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/rose.html' title='A Rose..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfX2pa83Bzg/TcqqZLiIVGI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/STWslRuFNSQ/s72-c/DSC08779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1978563040564381476</id><published>2011-05-11T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:33:59.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My next assignment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeF8_TeaphA/TcqabMdgxEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f8wZCHjPDBA/s1600/Agape+logo.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agape.org.uk/Default.aspx"&gt;http://www.agape.org.uk/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YuP!.. my next assignment is Agape Birmingham (a Christian Charity Organisation)... for how long? no clue!.. but I have the sense that it will be a very interesting assignment... and I know the door could only be opened by the One and Only Him who is "I AM".. and it will be kept opened for me to walk through.. even as the work visa element is to be dealt with in the coming days.. all in His perfect timing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4376H_15o5w" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video clip here provides a brief intro to Agape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And think my next upcoming challenge would be the whole idea of financial support of individuals, groups, and churches which Agape relies on.. Trusting God in another level of provision.. scary.. yet exciting.. and He has begun to show me glimpses of it.. and provision not necessarily be in the form of monetary.. it could be in many forms and shapes..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh!.. did I mention that I am starting at Agape this coming Monday, 16th May 2011? Yup!.. new people to meet.. and work with.. and I get to play with IT stuff!... oooh.. looking forward to that!.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1978563040564381476?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1978563040564381476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-next-assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1978563040564381476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1978563040564381476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-next-assignment.html' title='My next assignment...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeF8_TeaphA/TcqabMdgxEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f8wZCHjPDBA/s72-c/Agape+logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-553806647931450921</id><published>2011-05-11T11:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:35:16.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What He opens no one can shut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jv6HELrWwE8/Tcpp4qVhUPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9-h8TE5lI2I/s1600/open-door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jv6HELrWwE8/Tcpp4qVhUPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9-h8TE5lI2I/s320/open-door.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord says in Revelation 3:8:&lt;br /&gt;"I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept My Word and have not denied My Name."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am claiming His Word for what is to come.. and know that I am able to walk through and overcome anything with His awesome peace and joy and love... *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-553806647931450921?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/553806647931450921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-he-opens-no-one-can-shut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/553806647931450921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/553806647931450921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-he-opens-no-one-can-shut.html' title='What He opens no one can shut...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jv6HELrWwE8/Tcpp4qVhUPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9-h8TE5lI2I/s72-c/open-door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6146986765009279087</id><published>2011-05-07T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:38:55.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yippee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HRS-WltQzg/TcU8Lr90qrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/CWdbOVLtrJg/s1600/21844-yippee_fit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HRS-WltQzg/TcU8Lr90qrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/CWdbOVLtrJg/s1600/21844-yippee_fit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am still recovering from the shock!.. which I shouldn't be but yet I am.. Got the news! Got the job offer with Agape UK.. to do the very thing that I am trained for which is so amazing and I believe it isn't coincidence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am still not done with Birmingham, then.. I suppose so as this is the only door open for me to remain.. The impossible became the possible in His right Timing.. How awesome is that! And I get to do the other bits that I love to at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Much challenges ahead and yet much joy and passion too!.. hee.. Honestly, filled with mix feelings and yet at the same time, thanking Him for trusting me with the role.. Definitely has to go by His Spirit for I couldn't do it on my own... I am weak but He is strong.. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6146986765009279087?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6146986765009279087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/yippee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6146986765009279087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6146986765009279087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/yippee.html' title='yippee?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HRS-WltQzg/TcU8Lr90qrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/CWdbOVLtrJg/s72-c/21844-yippee_fit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3067194387246127390</id><published>2011-05-04T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:15:11.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil of the past?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha.. is there such a thing, I wonder... ? but that phrase just stuck in my head for the past half an hour.. and I am so glad to say that even if there is such a thing or some times even bad memory of the past is being brought to the front at the present time, it doesn't affect me because I have overcame them!.. They have been sorted and dealt with at the foot of the cross in His presence as well as in the presence of Godly counsels.. I am truly glad and gleeful to be able to scribble this!.. to testify of His realness and His amazing Grace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God never fails to surprise me with many things.. situations and people.. the people that He allows to cross path with me in this journey of exciting life! So beautiful!.. challenging sometimes to understand people's thoughts and yet it is a privilege to be able to walk by their sides.. and having them to walk by my side too.. to share our deepest thoughts and desires..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So.. yes, devil of the past, be gone in the Name of Jesus Christ!.. And Lord, please continue to fill me with your thoughts.. your Amazing Love.. your Everlasting Peace.. your Wondrous Joy.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3067194387246127390?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3067194387246127390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/devil-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3067194387246127390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3067194387246127390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/devil-of-past.html' title='Devil of the past?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4936071784664296621</id><published>2011-05-04T15:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:42:59.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Further waiting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pM88fIPe1Ak/TcFkWmeig_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/tdQE4tVDSMM/s1600/wait2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pM88fIPe1Ak/TcFkWmeig_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/tdQE4tVDSMM/s320/wait2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;looks like it! Further waiting... Ok, Daddy, I shall continue to wait... lalalalalalla.. &amp;nbsp;and please please give me courage as I wait.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnIk-5EbifM/TcFkgbrJhTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ggg6fOmR8f4/s1600/wait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnIk-5EbifM/TcFkgbrJhTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ggg6fOmR8f4/s320/wait.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the beauty of waiting in Him who has the perfect timing for me. *grin*.. kay, now, time to play! ta...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4936071784664296621?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4936071784664296621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/further-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4936071784664296621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4936071784664296621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/further-waiting.html' title='Further waiting..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pM88fIPe1Ak/TcFkWmeig_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/tdQE4tVDSMM/s72-c/wait2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7128243047194347345</id><published>2011-05-04T14:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:59:39.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8vGU6MvUFE/TcFUJ5SSH1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/774SWvsNeG0/s1600/culture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8vGU6MvUFE/TcFUJ5SSH1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/774SWvsNeG0/s1600/culture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Picture from http://www.dreamstime.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Since I moved, the whole idea of culture differences seem to be so real!.. Quite hilarious really.. even now as I am scribbling, there it happens again!.. another moment of culture difference!.. Maybe that is why I am spending more time in my sweet pink purple room, I think.... Wouldn't want to have too much culture clashes at one go! &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless and somehow, I believe the good Lord is teaching me something valuable here.. as I experience and observe..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt;And, more importantly, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt; is the key to hold everything together regardless of the differences of culture or even words spoken or actions shown.. Love of God and His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt; is awesome! Now, let me see.. how all these would lead to!.. even as I live here in this new place.. how to be sensitive? and how to say No.. It also teaches me lots of disciplines too!.. which is what I need at the moment, I think!..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Again, the good Lord always&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;humours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;me with situations.. and people.. and the beauty of it all is that instead of feeling offended, I am laughing! and do find it quite amusing!.. ha! oh goodie! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7128243047194347345?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7128243047194347345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/cultures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7128243047194347345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7128243047194347345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/cultures.html' title='Cultures..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8vGU6MvUFE/TcFUJ5SSH1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/774SWvsNeG0/s72-c/culture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7193034191123212488</id><published>2011-05-03T12:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:19:35.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book for the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGDJC0GYpzQ/Tb_gvlZ1ElI/AAAAAAAAAz0/STFz9tpjIWM/s1600/WithChristSchoolofPrayerT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGDJC0GYpzQ/Tb_gvlZ1ElI/AAAAAAAAAz0/STFz9tpjIWM/s1600/WithChristSchoolofPrayerT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I am home today and in this nice, new and quiet room I am blessed with, I am going to focus on reading this book by Andrew Murray.. I am going to do a short book review of 2-3 minutes on it this coming 12th May at Spotlight on Christian Books which is held by ChaplaincyPlus - City Lights... I do wonder what I could share in that 2-3 minutes time about this book.. Well, I am sure I would get ideas as I read the book.. So, yes, that is what I am going to do.. indulge myself in this book and prayerfully be able to grasp hold of what God is telling me through this book.. I think the title itself already says it all... "With Christ in the School of Prayer".. to learn from Him and by His grace, to apply what I have learnt and make it real in my life so that I could grow and move to the next level of prayers.. Hee...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7193034191123212488?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7193034191123212488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-for-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7193034191123212488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7193034191123212488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-for-day.html' title='Book for the day..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGDJC0GYpzQ/Tb_gvlZ1ElI/AAAAAAAAAz0/STFz9tpjIWM/s72-c/WithChristSchoolofPrayerT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2015900219594710291</id><published>2011-05-03T02:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:14:12.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will tell, Indeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have scribbled in various occasions with this title.. "time will tell"... and yet, just want to scribble here at the wee hour about it again.. not too sure what I would be scribbling about but even as I reflect upon what has been happening as well as what hasn't been happening, just thinking about God's perfect timing..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnCP0148Xjg/Tb9S1E82sWI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rmFku6e7mz4/s1600/gods_perfect_timing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnCP0148Xjg/Tb9S1E82sWI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rmFku6e7mz4/s320/gods_perfect_timing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kswpgoodfriends.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/gods-timing-is-perfect/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://kswpgoodfriends.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/gods-timing-is-perfect/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, it is precious to be at peace in Him as I wait upon Him in the unknown.. again, to learn to trust Him a little bit more than before. And, each step is beautiful.. breath-taking.. as I wait in Him.. as I embrace the fullness of His Love for me.. as I dwell in His awesome presence..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just couldn't believe that it is May 2011 now!.. and the news and results that I am waiting for have yet to be revealed to me.. yet, I am at peace! which is rather unusual... but I am getting very used to it and I love it.. Being at peace even when I have no clue what would happen.. Is this what the bible calls "godly contentment" that I am experiencing? 1 Timothy 6:6 says "godliness with contentment is great gain"... Maybe, that is what it meant about being contented in God.. and it is great gain to be contented in Him!.. Nice! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2015900219594710291?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2015900219594710291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-will-tell-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2015900219594710291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2015900219594710291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-will-tell-indeed.html' title='Time will tell, Indeed!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnCP0148Xjg/Tb9S1E82sWI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rmFku6e7mz4/s72-c/gods_perfect_timing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2314462673954243110</id><published>2011-04-27T22:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:24:58.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;My heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;overflows with a good theme;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I address my verses to the King;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;My tongue is the pen of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;a ready writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;You are fairer than the sons of men;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is poured upon Your lips;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Therefore God has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;blessed You forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Gird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Your sword on Your thigh, O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Mighty One,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In Your splendour and Your majesty!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;For the cause of truth and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;meekness and righteousness;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Let Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;right hand teach You awesome things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;arrows are sharp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;peoples fall under You;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Your arrows are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;in the heart of the King's enemies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;A sceptre of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;uprightness is the sceptre of Your kingdom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;You have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;loved righteousness and hated wickedness;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Therefore God, Your God, has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;anointed You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;With the oil of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; above Your fellows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Out of ivory palaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;stringed instruments have made You glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Kings' daughters are among Your noble ladies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;At Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Listen, O daughter, give attention and incline your ear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Forget your people and your father's house;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Then the King will desire your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Because He is your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;bow down to Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;The daughter of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Tyre will come with a gift;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;rich among the people will seek your favour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;The King's daughter is all glorious within;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Her clothing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;interwoven with gold.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;She will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;led to the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;in embroidered work;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;virgins, her companions who follow her,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Will be brought to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;They will be led forth with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rejoicing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;They will enter into the King's palace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;In place of your fathers will be your sons;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;You shall make them princes in all the earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; text-transform: none;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;I will cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Your name to be remembered in all generations;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Therefore the peoples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none;"&gt;will give You thanks forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2314462673954243110?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2314462673954243110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/psalm-45_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2314462673954243110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2314462673954243110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/psalm-45_27.html' title='Psalm 45'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5046272206730236039</id><published>2011-04-27T09:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:13:04.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing someone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nr_9yfUPs0/TbfNwg4a0qI/AAAAAAAAAzs/U8_aS9BjTeI/s1600/heart+in+the+hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nr_9yfUPs0/TbfNwg4a0qI/AAAAAAAAAzs/U8_aS9BjTeI/s1600/heart+in+the+hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;think it is a beautiful thing to be able to know people.. and there are so many ways of doing that, constantly.. Knowing their hearts.. Loving them with God's love and from God's love because He loves us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, it just amazes me the much care and love needed to invest into lives.. into friendships.. for all of us are fragile, in some forms and shapes.. It is by His wonderful grace that we are able to love.. there is that knowing how to hold friendships.. not too loose and not too tight.. and we are all learning.. because if it is too loose, then it will fade away.. if it is too tight, then it is suffocating..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Again here.. I come back to the basic.. of going by the Spirit of God.. to love and be loved.. to know and be known.. Exciting, isn't it? heee.. I think it is and I look forward to any opportunity to do so.. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5046272206730236039?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5046272206730236039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/knowing-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5046272206730236039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5046272206730236039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/knowing-someone.html' title='Knowing someone..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nr_9yfUPs0/TbfNwg4a0qI/AAAAAAAAAzs/U8_aS9BjTeI/s72-c/heart+in+the+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6859829166686612110</id><published>2011-04-19T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:50:38.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbling away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grbdchwZjow/Ta3Z7edGPHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZaVzKR9Q2Tc/s1600/Blogging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grbdchwZjow/Ta3Z7edGPHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZaVzKR9Q2Tc/s400/Blogging.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(picture from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://businessblog.winweb.com/business-process-outsourcing/5-blogging-ideas"&gt;http://businessblog.winweb.com/business-process-outsourcing/5-blogging-ideas&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is what I am doing today.. just scribbling away.. and goggling pictures too.. love to have pictures to illustrate what I scribble.. I didn't had my usual cup of tea today.. tea-free day!.. hee.. but going crazy with my scribbling...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I have many thoughts.. many words.. but how do I organise myself to scribble them here.. ? I guess, I just doing it randomly; as it comes. Speaking of that, I really want to thank God for the progress.. Thanking Him for using what I have been scribbling to touch lives.. using the little that I have to encourage any one who read my scribblings.. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6859829166686612110?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6859829166686612110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/scribbling-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6859829166686612110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6859829166686612110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/scribbling-away.html' title='Scribbling away....'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grbdchwZjow/Ta3Z7edGPHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZaVzKR9Q2Tc/s72-c/Blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8966317416754185585</id><published>2011-04-19T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:51:51.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wait.. oh wait... tick tock.. waiting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNRKG18WPWQ/Ta3Kzq4JItI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gEJLcIqyTLs/s1600/time-flies.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNRKG18WPWQ/Ta3Kzq4JItI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gEJLcIqyTLs/s400/time-flies.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tick tock.. tick tock... waiting.. what am I waiting for? Waiting in Him.. just waiting with peace in my heart.. what am I doing as I wait? pray.. and wait.. do the little things that the good Lord is asking me to do as I wait.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8966317416754185585?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8966317416754185585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/wait-oh-wait-tick-tock-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8966317416754185585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8966317416754185585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/wait-oh-wait-tick-tock-waiting.html' title='wait.. oh wait... tick tock.. waiting..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNRKG18WPWQ/Ta3Kzq4JItI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gEJLcIqyTLs/s72-c/time-flies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1555815465885682121</id><published>2011-04-19T18:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:26:34.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit of the Spirit... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUfa2o0NRHQ/Ta3C9cfcipI/AAAAAAAAAzc/B9LBdxejycg/s1600/fruits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUfa2o0NRHQ/Ta3C9cfcipI/AAAAAAAAAzc/B9LBdxejycg/s400/fruits.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(picture from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dltk-bible.com/jesus/fruit-memory.htm"&gt;http://www.dltk-bible.com/jesus/fruit-memory.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;work in me to make me more &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fill me up with Your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;grant me your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;allow me to act with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;PATIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in all circumstances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;plant in me the heart of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KINDNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wrap &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOODNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;build in me the fruit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAITHFULNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;shape me to be a girl with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GENTLENESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;help me to have &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;SELF-CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1555815465885682121?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1555815465885682121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/fruit-of-spirit-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1555815465885682121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1555815465885682121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/fruit-of-spirit-d.html' title='Fruit of the Spirit... :D'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUfa2o0NRHQ/Ta3C9cfcipI/AAAAAAAAAzc/B9LBdxejycg/s72-c/fruits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8703079662491749156</id><published>2011-04-19T14:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:10:00.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice Always..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHBARnreyAc/Ta2RxD4QiqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eoBZKRUYnEc/s1600/rejoice-with-sheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHBARnreyAc/Ta2RxD4QiqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eoBZKRUYnEc/s400/rejoice-with-sheep.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(picture googled..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rejoice&lt;/span&gt; in the Lord always...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Philippians 4:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;hee.. look at the sheep!.. so joyful!.. skipping around.. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8703079662491749156?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8703079662491749156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/rejoice-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8703079662491749156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8703079662491749156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/rejoice-always.html' title='Rejoice Always..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHBARnreyAc/Ta2RxD4QiqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eoBZKRUYnEc/s72-c/rejoice-with-sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7504844222790195432</id><published>2011-04-19T10:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:10:43.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmFGsoyfpeU/Ta1aw5fYwOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/O_M7ws1xUwg/s1600/joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmFGsoyfpeU/Ta1aw5fYwOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/O_M7ws1xUwg/s400/joy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(picture googled)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in all circumstances, choosing to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;rejoice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the Lord.. and Yes, the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;JOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of the Lord is my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7504844222790195432?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7504844222790195432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7504844222790195432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7504844222790195432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmFGsoyfpeU/Ta1aw5fYwOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/O_M7ws1xUwg/s72-c/joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7359248595982794531</id><published>2011-04-17T14:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:15:30.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Joy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2dAvW0vGE/TarmDVk32tI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bbOz74WdCbU/s1600/Perseverance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2dAvW0vGE/TarmDVk32tI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bbOz74WdCbU/s400/Perseverance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30269" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30269" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,&amp;nbsp;whenever you face trials of many kinds,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30270" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;because you know that the testing of your faith produces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30271" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30272" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30273" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30274" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30275" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30276" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Believers in humble circumstances ought to take pride in their high position.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30277" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the rich should take pride in their humiliation—since they will pass away like a wild flower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30278" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way, the rich will fade away even while they go about their business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30279" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Blessed is the one who &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;perseveres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;James 1: 2-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7359248595982794531?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7359248595982794531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/pure-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7359248595982794531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7359248595982794531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/pure-joy.html' title='Pure Joy...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2dAvW0vGE/TarmDVk32tI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bbOz74WdCbU/s72-c/Perseverance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8169277979332606781</id><published>2011-04-16T11:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:13:23.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>whom shall I fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vr6NQub9yU/TalfkcnzcpI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YgbXW01xEjQ/s1600/Psalm+27%252C+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vr6NQub9yU/TalfkcnzcpI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YgbXW01xEjQ/s400/Psalm+27%252C+1.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, experienced something scary while waiting at the bus stop.. but as I think about that experience as well as another weird experience in the&amp;nbsp;Cathedral just before my 1st interview.. I just somehow link it to possibility of spiritual warfare.. where the devil is all out to frighten me, to weaken me; trying ways to stop me from doing what God wants me to do in the days to come.. hmm.. Why do I say that? Coz all these never happened before in the past. Why now? Coincident? I somehow just sense that it wasn't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And even as I scribble, this image I googled from images mix spoke to me.. about the Lord is the strength of my life... He is my light, and my Salvation.. Whom shall I fear? no one!.. Coz He is with me.. yay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I am glad that we prayed last night before we went to sleep.. prayed for the lady.. prayed for the man.. and even while we were praying, I just remembered that lady I met in the Cathedral.. Lord, have mercy.. and I think &amp;amp; know.. it is not the battle of the flesh but in the spiritual realm... as said in Ephesians 6:12 (KJV) - "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high [places]."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Therefore, need to ".... be on my guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong." (1 Cor 16:13)... and always put on full armour of God (Ephesians 6: 10-20) every moment... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8169277979332606781?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8169277979332606781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/whom-shall-i-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8169277979332606781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8169277979332606781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/whom-shall-i-fear.html' title='whom shall I fear?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vr6NQub9yU/TalfkcnzcpI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YgbXW01xEjQ/s72-c/Psalm+27%252C+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6114776434272456913</id><published>2011-04-12T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:30:20.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift up my heart in Praise!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxFRsBZfAI/TaS-po0thsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NG5my7Hay3o/s1600/lift_up_your_heart_and_praise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxFRsBZfAI/TaS-po0thsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NG5my7Hay3o/s1600/lift_up_your_heart_and_praise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a choice to do.. a choice to lift up my heart in Praise.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Part of me was wondering abit more as I think about the up and coming interview and the potential this job could bring.. I was kinda freaking out a little.. asking questions like.. "Could this job be for me?" etc etc.. the weirdest questions just popped up!.. oh boy!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but as I wrote to all my prayer partners this afternoon, God really spoke to me as I wrote...... It was just so amazing.. and I am so thankful to Him for comforting me.. and I just wanna share the email here.. bits and pieces of it.. more on the summary of the past months... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;A quick summary is that God is bringing me to different levels of grace.. and to have the freedom of extending much more grace to others.... I have never thought I would be able to do this.. but it is only by His wonderful and sweet Grace that I did and could.. yay!.. And I know that all these journeys/experiences would be wonderfully used by Him to reach out and help many many many!.. For He has indeed been using them!; to help many lives.. to help them to be set free and be free in Christ!.. and I am so excited that I could participate in and be part of these amazing breakthroughs of lives.. Words just couldn't describe how&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;I am!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And this journey of life i travel thus far won't be possible if it is without your prayers and support..... I am forever thankful and grateful to Him for every friendship and relationship that I have with each and everyone of you... Love you all so so much!.. Think I am getting real emotional today as I write this email. I am filled with much joy and love and peace!.. Honestly and truthfully, come to think of it, it doesn't really matter to me anymore if I do get the job or not..... what matter to me the most is I live my life to the fullest as how He wants me to live.... and to be among His people...... *grin*. Wow, where did that come from? I feel so much better now!.. All focus on Him! yay.. heeeeeeeeeeeee.....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I know many of you are praying for me even as you read my scribblings here... Thank you so very much.. And.. yes, regardless of the outcome, I know I am lifting up my heart in Praise to Him! and also, wanna share a daily devotion reading that I received today.. which just spoke so deeply to me.. God's timing is just so awesome!.. hee.. be blessed as I was blessed!.. I love the bits I highlighted in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; most!.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;April 13, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;New Paradigms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By Os Hillman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #215868; font-style: normal;"&gt;"Yes, he has hidden himself among the baggage"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #215868;"&gt;1 Sam. 10:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #215868; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you want to experience something you've never done, you must do something you've never done. In his book Experiencing God: Knowing and Doing His Will, Henry Blackaby writes, "You cannot go with God and stay where you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;God often has to radically change us if we are going to fulfill His purposes in our lives. Saul was about to be anointed by Samuel as the first king of Israel. Samuel said to Saul, "The Spirit of the Lord will come upon you in power, and you will prophesy with them; and you will be changed into a different person" (1 Sam. 10:6). Up to this point, Saul had never prophesied or led a group of people. He had also never had to be accountable to a prophet and to God for his every action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saul took a big step of faith right away and prophesied with the prophets just as Samuel said he would. How exciting that must have been. Yet, when Samuel called the entire nation of Israel together to announce him as Israel's first king in history, Saul was nowhere to be found. This part of the story is humorous. Excitement is in the air, but when they call Saul's name, he doesn't even come forward. So the people "inquired further of the Lord, 'Has the man come here yet?' And the Lord said, 'Yes, he has hidden himself among the baggage'" (1 Sam. 10:22).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I recall when God began moving me from a career in advertising to a new ministry to men and women in the workplace that involved writing and public speaking. Neither of these were my particular forté. I was forced to do something I had never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;The story of King Saul should be an encouragement to us all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God continues to pick the foolish things of this world to confound the wise. Your greatest setback can be thinking that there's no way that God can use "little me." However, the reality is that He can and will, if we respond to the new places He takes us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f7f7f; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Henry T. Blackaby,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Experiencing God: Knowing and Doing His Will&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Nashville, TN: Broadman and Holman Publishers, 1998), p. 132.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img alt="devotion-logo copy.jpg" height="167" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=46b22a28f7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12f49dd2a7896d52&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #215868; font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1 Corinthians 1:26-28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #215868; font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6114776434272456913?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6114776434272456913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/lift-up-my-heart-in-praise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6114776434272456913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6114776434272456913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/lift-up-my-heart-in-praise.html' title='Lift up my heart in Praise!..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HxFRsBZfAI/TaS-po0thsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NG5my7Hay3o/s72-c/lift_up_your_heart_and_praise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6960800989607214120</id><published>2011-04-11T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:40:22.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aiks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oMMRfIsL6M/TaMSdGnYJpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aRed7-GlISo/s1600/procrastination.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oMMRfIsL6M/TaMSdGnYJpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aRed7-GlISo/s400/procrastination.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh.. what to do.. what to do.. Teach me O Lord!.. Kay, gather all breathe and just do my best regardless of what happen! cherrio... *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6960800989607214120?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6960800989607214120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/aiks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6960800989607214120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6960800989607214120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/aiks.html' title='aiks!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oMMRfIsL6M/TaMSdGnYJpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aRed7-GlISo/s72-c/procrastination.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2591676249686271700</id><published>2011-04-09T12:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:47:04.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Focus for this season..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-zSeYiTHC0/TaA81i-eoPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-cPqopcKlSI/s1600/Grace_wordle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-zSeYiTHC0/TaA81i-eoPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-cPqopcKlSI/s400/Grace_wordle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;got the above from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ssje.org/sermons/?p=1761"&gt;http://ssje.org/sermons/?p=1761&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am gonna dissect the whole meaning of this word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRACE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..; &amp;nbsp;not only dissect but also learn to live it.. How to live by grace.. how to extend grace to others.. how to? etc.. as I explore and ask question.. as I learn, I know God will reveal to me even more things to look at.. to experience breakthroughs that I never dreamt of and yet they will slowly&amp;nbsp;unravel in His Timing.. and with lots of love..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling excited! as I embark on this whole business of Grace for this season.. and it has started!.. and yesterday, did something that I never thought I would ever bring myself to do.. bringing grace to the next level as I was prompted by God to do. Just like what my associate vicar said to me.. sharing with me about the story of Corrie Ten Boom.. where she wrote when we take the action of extending grace, only then God's grace will be fully experienced in full measure. (these are in my words as I understand it). Well.. know what I am going to do next? I just ordered a book by Corrie Ten Boom this morning. I am very curious to know what she has written and her story..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving you a famous quote from Corrie..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Corrie ten Boom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-collapse: separate; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Forgiveness and Grace work hand in hand.. together.. they complement each other.. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2591676249686271700?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2591676249686271700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/focus-for-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2591676249686271700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2591676249686271700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/focus-for-season.html' title='My Focus for this season..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-zSeYiTHC0/TaA81i-eoPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-cPqopcKlSI/s72-c/Grace_wordle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6588062303595727379</id><published>2011-04-06T10:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:42:02.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBnS8Yste5o/TZw0H8LsL3I/AAAAAAAAAys/G2sAueWi2_I/s1600/PresentationCartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBnS8Yste5o/TZw0H8LsL3I/AAAAAAAAAys/G2sAueWi2_I/s1600/PresentationCartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjjvxZN4UJk/TZw0KrQR2bI/AAAAAAAAAyw/f5kpFafzDog/s1600/presentation-skills-course2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjjvxZN4UJk/TZw0KrQR2bI/AAAAAAAAAyw/f5kpFafzDog/s1600/presentation-skills-course2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here I go.. preparing for 2nd interview which is a technical one.. one that includes a presentation of 10 minutes.. my my.. I have butterflies in my tummy now!.. oh boy!.. So, S.O.S is to pretty please pray for me as I prepare.. Need lots of prayers.. for I know I couldn't do this alone unless I am fully supported by prayers of many and may I be 101% soaked in prayers as I present and speak!.. *grin* yay!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, it is on 14th April 2011 930am (UK time)...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6588062303595727379?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6588062303595727379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/sos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6588062303595727379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6588062303595727379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBnS8Yste5o/TZw0H8LsL3I/AAAAAAAAAys/G2sAueWi2_I/s72-c/PresentationCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1104936667159238028</id><published>2011-04-05T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:31:24.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I wait or register?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3TQLtLAVHM/TZuANyThTGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/f03DDQZRBR4/s1600/Ballot-paper-stjohn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3TQLtLAVHM/TZuANyThTGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/f03DDQZRBR4/s1600/Ballot-paper-stjohn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been thinking whether should I register to be on my current church's electoral roll or wait till I am more sure? When will I be sure? oh boy boy.. hmm..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrI_MCANrtQ/TZuJHLA2FBI/AAAAAAAAAyo/onSWPXPZ-Ts/s1600/waiting_stjohn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrI_MCANrtQ/TZuJHLA2FBI/AAAAAAAAAyo/onSWPXPZ-Ts/s400/waiting_stjohn.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;not sure when I will ever be sure but just taking one step at a time.. and while I wait, me having a cup of tea.. and it just isn't any type of tea.. it is tea with lots of love from my Heavenly Daddy..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1104936667159238028?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1104936667159238028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-wait-or-register.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1104936667159238028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1104936667159238028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-wait-or-register.html' title='Should I wait or register?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3TQLtLAVHM/TZuANyThTGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/f03DDQZRBR4/s72-c/Ballot-paper-stjohn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-363217954018404887</id><published>2011-04-05T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:18:16.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Interview preparation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_aK_7uCdUI/TZtupIW8xTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nOzT9VDfQ0A/s1600/financial+accounts_adjusted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_aK_7uCdUI/TZtupIW8xTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nOzT9VDfQ0A/s400/financial+accounts_adjusted.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is what I have to read to prepare.. but this image is seriously&amp;nbsp;exaggerating&amp;nbsp;on the paper bits.. LOL.. but I am looking at the SORP and Tax elements for Charity accounts. Praying and hoping to be able to have a big picture of it all and get a feel of how it is to prepare and handle charity accounts and tax.. :D laaaaaaaaaaa...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-363217954018404887?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/363217954018404887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/2nd-interview-preparation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/363217954018404887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/363217954018404887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/2nd-interview-preparation.html' title='2nd Interview preparation..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_aK_7uCdUI/TZtupIW8xTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nOzT9VDfQ0A/s72-c/financial+accounts_adjusted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2522996373087201964</id><published>2011-04-05T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:49:45.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Green... Yellow... Red...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woX1ZRV6BHU/TZtZBo6_jMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/CewNy91QEhA/s1600/traffic+light+Apr11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woX1ZRV6BHU/TZtZBo6_jMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/CewNy91QEhA/s200/traffic+light+Apr11.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnW1_d_Y3jQ/TZtZkzMa-iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dkF1YCI0pZw/s1600/Traffic+Lights+low.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="87" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnW1_d_Y3jQ/TZtZkzMa-iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dkF1YCI0pZw/s200/Traffic+Lights+low.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the resemblance? According to some girls, this is traffic light!.. :D Anyway, scribbling this out of randomness!.. LOL.. think today, I am full of randomness.. and I do find that being random actually frees me to do things I don't usually do.. and I am glad to say that things are getting better in terms of extending grace.. and it gets easier as I do more! So, lets see where this would lead to. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2522996373087201964?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2522996373087201964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-yellow-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2522996373087201964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2522996373087201964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-yellow-red.html' title='Green... Yellow... Red...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woX1ZRV6BHU/TZtZBo6_jMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/CewNy91QEhA/s72-c/traffic+light+Apr11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5942991366762056924</id><published>2011-04-04T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:08:29.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing... Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA02KxGsaHU/TZYKwZOKv_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_IQdARIURIM/s1600/MrES_01.04.11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA02KxGsaHU/TZYKwZOKv_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_IQdARIURIM/s400/MrES_01.04.11.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo of Mr Encouragement-Sunshine as at 1st April 2011... and he is growing strong.. :D I just do not know how much water to give him and all.. but just trying little by little.. step by step.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.. in a few scribblings earlier, I scribbled about there was a significance of me planting a seed and growing it. Growing a plant is just not my cup of tea in the past but somehow, this is what God wants me to venture in.. to trust Him to plant and take care of this seed.. Just like in life, things which are not my cup of tea, God inspires me to have a go at them.. to take risk in Him and trust Him.. to learn "how to"... And even if I do fail at the first try, I need to learn not to be disheartened but to get up and try again and again.. It is really about attitude.. it is about trusting God; learning to go in His strength.. and learning to love the unloved, especially..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... yay.. learning so much.. and I know I am still learning...... *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5942991366762056924?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5942991366762056924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/growth-01042011-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5942991366762056924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5942991366762056924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/04/growth-01042011-d.html' title='Growing... Part Two'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA02KxGsaHU/TZYKwZOKv_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_IQdARIURIM/s72-c/MrES_01.04.11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4298792052626045623</id><published>2011-03-27T15:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:41:53.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a fool for Christ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycALluCvI84/TY9Cd40qDNI/AAAAAAAAAyI/E8FHwJYOkhA/s1600/Joker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycALluCvI84/TY9Cd40qDNI/AAAAAAAAAyI/E8FHwJYOkhA/s200/Joker.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We are fools for Christ, but you are so wise in Christ!......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;(1 Corinthians 4:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;not a thing that everyone would want to be. Be a fool? hmm.. what a thing to be.. but being a fool for Christ is a completely different story!.. it is freedom.. it is allowing God to use us in any form or shape.. and it feels great! if we embrace it with openness and excitement! :) I am enjoying it.. and being amused by His sense of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;humour&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could understand the things I do other than Heavenly Daddy? I think, some of the times, I don't even understand them myself.. and yet, I just obeyed.. and would really like to continue to obey His leading and prompting in my heart. It is mind-blowing and yet the sense of freedom is so addictive that I want it more and more.. and able to just look beyond myself and be a fool for Him. Wooo.. is there such a thing? For me, it is.. and I do find it so liberating! so exciting! so fun! Lets see what is next for me to embark on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1rU6lzoY68/TY9MAlIbheI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lFfVQPv_ZmY/s1600/juggler.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1rU6lzoY68/TY9MAlIbheI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lFfVQPv_ZmY/s200/juggler.gif" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yay.. juggling some projects He has given me to do... lalalalalalallala...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4298792052626045623?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4298792052626045623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/fool-for-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4298792052626045623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4298792052626045623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/fool-for-christ.html' title='a fool for Christ...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ycALluCvI84/TY9Cd40qDNI/AAAAAAAAAyI/E8FHwJYOkhA/s72-c/Joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2581392839562796213</id><published>2011-03-26T15:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:07:35.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Change of direction for intercession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This morning, these thoughts just came.. and I just scribbled away.. oh! how exciting! and there are pictures too!.. oh my!.. Firstly, the verse... Hebrews 11:30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;"By faith the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;s of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Jericho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;fell, after the army had marched around them for seven days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, the visual bits... and picture speaks it all.. even with no words.. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_mXwFyIVh5U/TY35GSqW8-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lYMop0wf3cI/s1600/jericho-falls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_mXwFyIVh5U/TY35GSqW8-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lYMop0wf3cI/s400/jericho-falls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The words that God gave me this morning was SPEED... What does S.P.E.E.D stands for? and what to do with it? Just felt the need to intercede and well.. be like the Israelites when they marched around the wall for seven days..... And to intercede that walls would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mash to smithereens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ull out (roots of anything that is not&amp;nbsp;honouring&amp;nbsp;God)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xplode (outer walls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ven out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emolish (inner walls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and all these to be done in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;GRACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.... hmmm... Am really thankful to Him who provides.. who knows our hearts... who hears our prayers and cries.... And there are so much hope!.. yay! I am so happy.. the sensing of being free to obey.... to carry out lovely things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5aWZJdlNXsc/TY4Aa_eHAlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TiS9LjgCdrg/s1600/windows_product_key_finder_professional_system_utilities_backup___restore-95501.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5aWZJdlNXsc/TY4Aa_eHAlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TiS9LjgCdrg/s1600/windows_product_key_finder_professional_system_utilities_backup___restore-95501.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5aWZJdlNXsc/TY4Aa_eHAlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TiS9LjgCdrg/s1600/windows_product_key_finder_professional_system_utilities_backup___restore-95501.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Daddy, You said I am the key... and therefore, pretty please use me to open as many doors as You like, Lord......so that more and more would be free and free to live for You!" *wink* yipeeeeeeeeeeee..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2581392839562796213?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2581392839562796213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-of-direction-for-intercession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2581392839562796213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2581392839562796213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-of-direction-for-intercession.html' title='Change of direction for intercession...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_mXwFyIVh5U/TY35GSqW8-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lYMop0wf3cI/s72-c/jericho-falls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7965797927895962000</id><published>2011-03-24T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:29:53.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Time to move....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cE1nPV5VgSI/TYvTLcXj0xI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DXNWqs8RnUs/s1600/moving-day.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cE1nPV5VgSI/TYvTLcXj0xI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DXNWqs8RnUs/s400/moving-day.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yup!... time to move.... and the moving day is 23rd April 2011.... to a pink &amp;amp; purple room.. a bigger space.. new environment.. new people to adapt to... and a baby to play with.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7965797927895962000?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7965797927895962000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7965797927895962000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7965797927895962000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-move.html' title='Time to move....'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cE1nPV5VgSI/TYvTLcXj0xI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DXNWqs8RnUs/s72-c/moving-day.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4340421487138782715</id><published>2011-03-24T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:20:45.798Z</updated><title type='text'>I am proud of......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FTszPaCTqdk/TYvRasHSenI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m7x-xqQvQ84/s1600/MrES_23.03.11_002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FTszPaCTqdk/TYvRasHSenI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m7x-xqQvQ84/s320/MrES_23.03.11_002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my growing plant..... His name is Mr Encouragement-Sunshine..... He is growing well.... and I hope and pray that he will grow to full term!.. and smile at me! yippppeeee......... can't wait for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4340421487138782715?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4340421487138782715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-proud-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4340421487138782715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4340421487138782715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-proud-of.html' title='I am proud of......'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FTszPaCTqdk/TYvRasHSenI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m7x-xqQvQ84/s72-c/MrES_23.03.11_002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6004985059345168475</id><published>2011-03-24T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:17:31.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2h635_ky5X8/TYvNul_xFQI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AgKAdHauRQw/s1600/kindred+spirit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2h635_ky5X8/TYvNul_xFQI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AgKAdHauRQw/s320/kindred+spirit.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just simply love it when have the opportunity to meet people of the kindred spirit... That's what I felt when I went for the 1st interview at Agape today.. I thoroughly enjoyed myself in the interview (Big thanks to those who are praying for me)... It feels like home.. kinda strange and yet that was what I felt... It just feels that this is it!.. But is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Daddy in Heaven, is it? Is this where I would be hanging out in the coming days? Are these people the people I would be mixing with? Can this be true? I just feel that this job is too good to be true! hmm.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. there is another period of waiting for 2nd interview which should be either on 14th or 15th April 2011.. &amp;nbsp;a technical interview.. and I have to do a presentation.. hmm. that'd be challenging!.. &amp;nbsp;need to pray even more! and there are homework to do.. to read up on charity organisation and its way of financial accounts.. Please please pray for me, ya..... hehehe...... *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But whatever it may be; whether this job is mine to keep.. I am already blessed in today's interview.... Just awesome and amazing to be able to share what is in my heart and share about my passion!.. woohooo...... simply love it... love the way how the interview had gone...... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6004985059345168475?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6004985059345168475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6004985059345168475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6004985059345168475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-it.html' title='Love it!'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2h635_ky5X8/TYvNul_xFQI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AgKAdHauRQw/s72-c/kindred+spirit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4137853933773112729</id><published>2011-03-17T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:34:38.642Z</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-esid39DAh8o/TYJ9N8A75FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hknQNgRIAgY/s1600/eyes-sleepy-expressions.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-esid39DAh8o/TYJ9N8A75FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hknQNgRIAgY/s200/eyes-sleepy-expressions.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it is 930pm.. and I am already feeling sleepy.. with my eyes becoming straight line! *girn* And it has been such for the past weeks.. aww.. wonder why? well, my mind couldn't think at this moment of time.. Time to SLEEP!! yay........&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4137853933773112729?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4137853933773112729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4137853933773112729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4137853933773112729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-esid39DAh8o/TYJ9N8A75FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hknQNgRIAgY/s72-c/eyes-sleepy-expressions.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2655936171219248750</id><published>2011-03-14T12:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:50:35.219Z</updated><title type='text'>At the foot of the Cross..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;At the foot of the cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;where I kneel in adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I lay my burdens down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I exchange all my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;for the promise of salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And Your name across my brow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;At the foot of the cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;give up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt; my vain ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;leave my selfish pride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; that is there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;will You restore my vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In all the places I am blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;At the foot of the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;there is healing for this nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is rest for those who wait&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And the love that we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;is the hope of all creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We are stunned by what You gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We will wait here at the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We will wait at the cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;a hungry generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;With our broken hearts and lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Will You hear? Will You come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will You fill our desperation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh God let this be the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Tre Sheppard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2655936171219248750?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2655936171219248750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-foot-of-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2655936171219248750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2655936171219248750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-foot-of-cross.html' title='At the foot of the Cross..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-20389271578099200</id><published>2011-03-14T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:44:42.458Z</updated><title type='text'>Growing... Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8jKH5fW2P1o/TXuDFVl03FI/AAAAAAAAAxs/_jqSFMFaBIc/s1600/hands_plant2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8jKH5fW2P1o/TXuDFVl03FI/AAAAAAAAAxs/_jqSFMFaBIc/s400/hands_plant2.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday at the 6th session of Growing Leaders, think God was really speaking deep and more in my heart about &amp;nbsp;various aspects of developing someone.. Especially using the whole analogy of planting seeds.. I remembered that when I saw this pot with soil and seeds in a plastic bag on the bed during the residential weekend away in February; I was wondering and asking God, "hmm.. what are You saying with all these, O Lord?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why is this significant? there is a story behind that which I would continue in my next post...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-20389271578099200?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/20389271578099200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/growing-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/20389271578099200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/20389271578099200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/growing-part-one.html' title='Growing... Part One'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8jKH5fW2P1o/TXuDFVl03FI/AAAAAAAAAxs/_jqSFMFaBIc/s72-c/hands_plant2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5599323474785984158</id><published>2011-03-10T23:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:40:29.676Z</updated><title type='text'>A decision to stop facebook for 14 days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AM9oX_c00Rs/TXlhER4TStI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Zo7LLHk9_Bg/s1600/no-facebook-me.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AM9oX_c00Rs/TXlhER4TStI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Zo7LLHk9_Bg/s400/no-facebook-me.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yup.. decided not to be on facebook for 14 days.. and who knows, it could be longer than that.. 40 days till Easter? will see.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5599323474785984158?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5599323474785984158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/decision-to-stop-facebook-for-14-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5599323474785984158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5599323474785984158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/decision-to-stop-facebook-for-14-days.html' title='A decision to stop facebook for 14 days..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AM9oX_c00Rs/TXlhER4TStI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Zo7LLHk9_Bg/s72-c/no-facebook-me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8993742290013347602</id><published>2011-03-10T10:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:19:51.589Z</updated><title type='text'>Counting... 14 days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b5qfRqsjNVY/TXijBsRUDCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eWGEPsKssc8/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b5qfRqsjNVY/TXijBsRUDCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eWGEPsKssc8/s320/14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes!.. I am counting.. in 14 days time would be my 1st part of interview with Agape.. it would be a personal interview... thereafter, there would be the 2nd part of interview which would be in another day.. and it would be a technical one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preparing myself.. and I think it is not a coincident that I received the email about it on Ash Wednesday (the beginning of Lent)... there is significance? Praying and seeking the Lord... So exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8993742290013347602?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8993742290013347602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-14-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8993742290013347602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8993742290013347602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-14-days.html' title='Counting... 14 days..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b5qfRqsjNVY/TXijBsRUDCI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eWGEPsKssc8/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1346291622038420393</id><published>2011-03-10T10:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:35:26.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling safe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2Jz2FzS9FRY/TXigHlROEwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DlzWJqsz1p8/s1600/safe-in-gods-arms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2Jz2FzS9FRY/TXigHlROEwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DlzWJqsz1p8/s400/safe-in-gods-arms.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just so comforting to be feeling safe in His arms.. even after being wrongly accused.. What the Lord is saying is more important than what men say.. And I do wonder why last night's incident came up again? hmm.. I am praying for His guidance as to how to respond.. what to do with it.. Should I just leave it? or bring it to a different perspective.. What is the Lord saying? Seeking Him for clarity.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.. He knows that I was feeling disappointed with last night's incident and He gave me so many good and rejoicing news this morning to show me that these news far out-weigh the disappointment.. giving me the sense of assurance that I have been doing the right things all along.. and I should faithfully continue to do them, regardless of the 'putting down' attitude of someone whom I do respect. It is sad that it happened but yet, I guess I am not answerable for other's actions other than my own. And my heart desire is to honor the good Lord with all the little that I have and trust that He will multiply them in His own time and space.. touching lives, more lives.. transforming them.. setting them free and free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also remembered something about serving in "behind-the-scene" ministry.. that because of the nature of it, alot of times, my actions would be misunderstood.. In order to keep the confidentiality of what others have shared, I am to keep quiet.. pray.. and continue to trust that God is in control. And speak when I do need to speak.. Being at peace in God is way much better than being at peace with men.. but of course, there is the longing of being understood by men too coz I am still very human.. and I know He knows my desires and longings.. and He has already filling them up.. granting them in His time!.. yay.. Thank You O Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1346291622038420393?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1346291622038420393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1346291622038420393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1346291622038420393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-safe.html' title='Feeling safe..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2Jz2FzS9FRY/TXigHlROEwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DlzWJqsz1p8/s72-c/safe-in-gods-arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-603815294587771265</id><published>2011-03-10T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:36:01.588Z</updated><title type='text'>Season of Lent 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oU1uLze88Rc/TXgTJhO8siI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yWr4DQnsAYk/s1600/lent1_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oU1uLze88Rc/TXgTJhO8siI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yWr4DQnsAYk/s400/lent1_thumb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my aim and desire.. to keep a Holy Lent.. Seeking His Face.. :) and even before anything else, something negative already taken place. hmm.. Am I being tested? hmmm.. Lord, have mercy on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-603815294587771265?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/603815294587771265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-of-lent-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/603815294587771265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/603815294587771265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-of-lent-2011.html' title='Season of Lent 2011...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oU1uLze88Rc/TXgTJhO8siI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yWr4DQnsAYk/s72-c/lent1_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2066369304131211235</id><published>2011-03-09T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:11:09.277Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with My Heavenly Daddy.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uG2YWq0hHLs/TXeKCOvSdbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/h8rtRzP6lXI/s1600/Dance_with_my_Father1_op_423x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uG2YWq0hHLs/TXeKCOvSdbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/h8rtRzP6lXI/s320/Dance_with_my_Father1_op_423x600.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yay.. continue to dance with Him.. that was what was prayed for me recently.. and I chuckled when I listened to that.. so sweet that He wants to dance with me.. and wants to dance with me abit more before releasing me to the next phase of life..... He loves me so much!.. aww..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2066369304131211235?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2066369304131211235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/dancing-with-my-heavenly-daddy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2066369304131211235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2066369304131211235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/03/dancing-with-my-heavenly-daddy-d.html' title='Dancing with My Heavenly Daddy.. :D'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uG2YWq0hHLs/TXeKCOvSdbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/h8rtRzP6lXI/s72-c/Dance_with_my_Father1_op_423x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4425380278341337263</id><published>2011-02-20T19:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:10:59.259Z</updated><title type='text'>A piece of the puzzle.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xM2G-EmQhWg/TWFnJZot4II/AAAAAAAAAw0/uBLH0ROTuM4/s1600/Finance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xM2G-EmQhWg/TWFnJZot4II/AAAAAAAAAw0/uBLH0ROTuM4/s400/Finance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4425380278341337263?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4425380278341337263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/02/piece-of-puzzle-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4425380278341337263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4425380278341337263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/02/piece-of-puzzle-d.html' title='A piece of the puzzle.. :D'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xM2G-EmQhWg/TWFnJZot4II/AAAAAAAAAw0/uBLH0ROTuM4/s72-c/Finance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7618656166337218991</id><published>2011-02-17T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:32:36.109Z</updated><title type='text'>Could I do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oooooooooh.. I don't think I could possibly do it on my own.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O LOrd.. please teach me to respond in Your ways and not my own... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7618656166337218991?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7618656166337218991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/02/could-i-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7618656166337218991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7618656166337218991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/02/could-i-do-this.html' title='Could I do this?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8251240138686299327</id><published>2011-02-17T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:17:19.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZd2UoQvhB0/TVzmuockojI/AAAAAAAAAww/dvRoCOsIOVY/s1600/stickman-moving-house-clipart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZd2UoQvhB0/TVzmuockojI/AAAAAAAAAww/dvRoCOsIOVY/s320/stickman-moving-house-clipart.gif" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is another question that I have among the many.... There seems to be open door.. yet, is it time to do so? Lord, Please let me hear what You are saying.. When? where? so many questions.. but I know the good Lord will grant me clarity of mind.. Thank You O Lord..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8251240138686299327?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8251240138686299327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-it-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8251240138686299327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8251240138686299327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-it-time.html' title='Is it time?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZd2UoQvhB0/TVzmuockojI/AAAAAAAAAww/dvRoCOsIOVY/s72-c/stickman-moving-house-clipart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8982006478663613161</id><published>2011-01-16T22:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:11:09.268Z</updated><title type='text'>I stand in awe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2BLNNykAicQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;This song just touched my heart.. and I guess because of the recent development, I am standing in awe of Him... Though things are still very much in its preliminary stage, I am just amazed... No matter what the outcome may be, I just want the will of God to be done.. and I know with God, nothing is impossible! as I was reminded of it today in church.. Please pray as I seek Him.. and as I explore more.. as I dwell in His presence.. in His Love... &amp;nbsp;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8982006478663613161?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8982006478663613161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-stand-in-awe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8982006478663613161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8982006478663613161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-stand-in-awe.html' title='I stand in awe...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2BLNNykAicQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-5916683930030393134</id><published>2011-01-02T11:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:28:01.686Z</updated><title type='text'>2011 is here to stay for another 364 days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in a blink of an eye, 2010 has left us and 2011 has arrived and going to stay for 364 days... I had started this new year with low tune.. partly because I was not that well and needed much rest and I guess, 2nd partly because I do like a quiet entry of the new year.. It gives me the sense of awe.. the space to reflect upon Him my Almighty God.. to pray and to give thanks to Him.. And He gave me a dear sweet friend to share this experience with.. to pray together.. to praise God together.. and to hope together.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally found that I am that sentimental! well, not found, more of came to a much clearer realisation.. and it just confirmed further in me that this is the made of God in me.. which I treasure and appreciate even more now as I reflect and ponder. I suppose when this realisation is clearer, I am able to be myself even more; able to embrace who I am made to be more.. to live life as God leads me to.. not be afraid but able to live it to the fullest and with courage that is from Him alone.. *grin and wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May everyone be filled with much joy and hope in the Lord as we journey on in the year 2011.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-5916683930030393134?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5916683930030393134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-is-here-to-stay-for-another-364.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5916683930030393134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/5916683930030393134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-is-here-to-stay-for-another-364.html' title='2011 is here to stay for another 364 days..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-6105308790419538885</id><published>2010-12-27T09:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:24:10.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowman family... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TRha6oO7vWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/1EeKJcJHp8s/s1600/Snowman+family+25.12.10+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TRha6oO7vWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/1EeKJcJHp8s/s400/Snowman+family+25.12.10+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that Sarah &amp;amp; I built... on Christmas day.. this is something that I have always wanted to do and it is accomplished!.. yippppee.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-6105308790419538885?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6105308790419538885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowman-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6105308790419538885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/6105308790419538885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowman-family.html' title='Snowman family... :)'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TRha6oO7vWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/1EeKJcJHp8s/s72-c/Snowman+family+25.12.10+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2672961122064975711</id><published>2010-12-26T18:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:22:22.079Z</updated><title type='text'>Blessings from dad &amp; mom.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recently, received an email from dad &amp;amp; mom.. They sent me a link with such a powerful and beautiful blessings and I know it is from their hearts.... I feel so blessed and so touched.. *grin* and I would like to share this with everyone here who read my scribblings.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andiesisle.com/ThisBlessingIsForYou.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ThisBlessingIsForYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2672961122064975711?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2672961122064975711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessings-from-dad-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2672961122064975711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2672961122064975711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessings-from-dad-mom.html' title='Blessings from dad &amp; mom.. :)'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-7653949100487564871</id><published>2010-12-23T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:00:58.292Z</updated><title type='text'>this is funny.. just some humor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b090ac0d2459605" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b090ac0d2459605%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331820029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44FF933C386AFDA8F13C7D0C1642F782BA4BB91F.569B0408708966AC4A029D1EA0457C135026D0A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b090ac0d2459605%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTOMobwbkqm8quMLpkMElbbFMsrI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b090ac0d2459605%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331820029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44FF933C386AFDA8F13C7D0C1642F782BA4BB91F.569B0408708966AC4A029D1EA0457C135026D0A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b090ac0d2459605%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTOMobwbkqm8quMLpkMElbbFMsrI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I received from a friend........ something light and yet it could happen to anyone!.. so, hmm.. a thought? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-7653949100487564871?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7653949100487564871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-funny-just-some-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7653949100487564871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/7653949100487564871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-funny-just-some-humor.html' title='this is funny.. just some humor..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-8006198208540187086</id><published>2010-12-23T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:42:33.224Z</updated><title type='text'>one by one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seeing the pictures and statuses of friends on facebook today... especially from back home.. indeed, one by one.. got married.. have kids.. have another kid.. and here I am, wonder.. of course, I wonder.. and yet deep down know that God has great surprises &amp;amp; plans for me and I am waiting with lots of hope in and upon Him.. In the meantime, enjoying what I have and given.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the recent postponement of my paris trip allowed me to see something amazing.. allow me to see the way I responded.. not in an irrational way but in a calm and sensible way... and I like that alot.. and would like to see that more and more.. no matter what is thrown at me, I would respond in a calm and peaceful way with a deep trust that God has another plan for me.. and make the best out of it!.. which is where the birth of christmas dinner comes along for Sarah &amp;amp; I.. and going for midnight communion... etc etc.. I do like this way of responding.. and God is teaching me how..... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And seeing the pictures and statuses of friends who got married; have kids &amp;amp; more kids.. and who are getting engaged; getting married... feeling so happy for every one of them and praying for them as they embark on their new journeys.. wish I could be there for them physically but I am here in the UK for this season of my life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and this song I learnt recently in Carols choir just stick in my head which I think would be appriopriate here as well.. :D enjoy!... as we reflect upon Him.. and be reminded how much He loves us all!.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZ_fH-1xwGE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZ_fH-1xwGE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"I Wonder As I Wander"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I wonder as I wander out under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;For poor on'ry people like you and like I;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I wonder as I wander out under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And the promise of ages it then did recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A star in the sky or a bird on the wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I wonder as I wander out under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;For poor on'ry people like you and like I;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I wonder as I wander out under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-8006198208540187086?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8006198208540187086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-by-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8006198208540187086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/8006198208540187086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-by-one.html' title='one by one...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-2987368848017468543</id><published>2010-12-18T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:32:31.574Z</updated><title type='text'>Just don't feel like doing anything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;usually when I am in this state of "just don't feel like doing anything".. I begin to realise is when I am thinking.. or figuring something out.. well, it is more like trying to figure something out. Unfortunately, most times to no avail.. yet, I would find myself in that mode again and again.. When will I learn to go to God immediately instead of wallowing myself in this mode for hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another reminder!. another lesson to be learnt.. Well, time to zzz.. and be refreshed for what is ahead tomorrow..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-2987368848017468543?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2987368848017468543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2987368848017468543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/2987368848017468543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html' title='Just don&apos;t feel like doing anything..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-1608454808576125547</id><published>2010-12-07T15:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:25:32.285Z</updated><title type='text'>This is who I need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a man who is like Caleb in the Old Testament..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who is of "different spirit" (Numbers 14:24)..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and who has courage all the way.. (Joshua 14: 6- 15)....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am waiting in anticipation and rested in Daddy's arms.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-1608454808576125547?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1608454808576125547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-what-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1608454808576125547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/1608454808576125547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-what-i-need.html' title='This is who I need...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-452198422987289279</id><published>2010-12-03T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:58:26.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just pondering about "Love".. observing and reflecting of how people response about this in their lives.. thinking of my own response in the past and even now.. and I am reminded of God's love that is full and complete.. where human's love is not; even though we try to and many times, we try very hard to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPj3UfpTm-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/nps_HoBDVgc/s1600/love-img_6612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPj3UfpTm-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/nps_HoBDVgc/s320/love-img_6612.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, is it worth to love? It is nice to be loved, of course. Everyone wants that. But the question is; is it worth to love especially with the knowledge that we may not even be loved back, sometimes. The risk is there. So, is it worth it? In my own logical mind trying to understand the implication of things, it seems a rather complicated matter to decide. Yet, when I look to Jesus and His sacrifice on the cross because He loves us unconditionally; it just blows me away. His response clearly shows that it is worth it! and it is the same kind of love that we are to extend to others too.. Obviously God has set a high standard.. and it is only by His Grace that we are able to love.. drawing strength and love from Him to love and be loved too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think, probably today is the start of me winding down for the year 2010.. and to reflect of what I have done in the past months and praying into the coming months and year.. The many "what-ifs" that I have to lay down at the foot of the cross and trust that God will resurrect them if it is His Will... the many joys of witnessing lives being touched, encouraged and lifted up.. the many tears of disappointment and joy that are being sent up to Heaven... buckets, perhaps! yet, the peace of God settles.. and settling even more these days; regardless of what is ahead... Sometimes, I just do not understand but just telling God that all I want is to be in His House.. to be rested in Him.. The sky may fall; the walls may crumble.. it doesn't matter so as long as I remain in Him. Remaining in Him gives me the assurance that I am protected and hence, I am able to extend His Love to those who needs it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indeed the Truth in His Word does set us free! May we truly know it in our heart of hearts.. May we truly experience it deep in our lives..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. as I look forward to the weekend away with my C-group.. I know God will show up with His surprises in His Time.... *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-452198422987289279?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/452198422987289279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/452198422987289279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/452198422987289279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPj3UfpTm-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/nps_HoBDVgc/s72-c/love-img_6612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4923380273041100130</id><published>2010-12-03T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:28:23.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Reconciliation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPjRjskCJyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/t82Gt0JIHW8/s1600/reconciliation1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPjRjskCJyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/t82Gt0JIHW8/s320/reconciliation1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This thought has been in my mind for a long long time.. and I just sense that it is there for a reason.. sometimes, I wish I know how to go about it.. yet, the deep sense of assurance from God is to pray.. to intercede whenever this thoughts come. It is not so much about what I could do but more of praying and interceding..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am scribbling this; not so much referring to personal relationships and friendships.. there is a time for that in a separate setting. but I am referring more about reconciliation between countries and races, even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being in the UK for two years now, I notice there is this unspoken segregation and it is true even in the church context too. Hmm.. I wonder, is it suppose to be there? Why is it there in the first place? Because of the past history? Because of generation soul ties and hurt due to war and desire to conquer? Also, why do people decide to live in another country and yet be in their own close knit community?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is Jesus saying in all these things? Why is my heart being stirred about these thoughts? It is challenging and there is the cry for reconciliation.. where does it come from? What could I do? or should I even do anything?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Father, show me.. grant me wisdom to pray and intercede.. and to response as how Jesus would response..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4923380273041100130?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4923380273041100130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/reconciliation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4923380273041100130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4923380273041100130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/reconciliation.html' title='Reconciliation...'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPjRjskCJyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/t82Gt0JIHW8/s72-c/reconciliation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-3063068019659135395</id><published>2010-12-02T18:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:27:29.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPfjKMUCFKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gQ-bcVB96tU/s1600/snowflake2f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPfjKMUCFKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gQ-bcVB96tU/s320/snowflake2f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was waiting for the bus, looking at my phone.. then, a snowflake landed on my mobile screen.. and for just a second, I was able to see the beauty of a snowflake!.. the intricate design.. Who came out with such details? Truly amazing! Truly beautiful..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know Who is the maker.. do you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just think.. Someone who is able to design such beauty is the Same Creator who design you and me.. such focus and with so much care, love and passion! I just love to be blessed with such profound truth of life.. It does give me much joy and excitement and in fact, passion too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walking in the cold could be a life-changing moment too; if only we take time to ponder upon God.. everything made by God is for a reason.. and for this reason, I want to praise Him even more! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-3063068019659135395?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3063068019659135395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowflake-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3063068019659135395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/3063068019659135395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowflake-moment.html' title='Snowflake moment..'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HOrwgaVLW0g/TPfjKMUCFKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gQ-bcVB96tU/s72-c/snowflake2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533830916338598873.post-4908486500793006257</id><published>2010-11-28T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:00:51.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one question I have been asking myself.. Things are just quite crazy with so many things going on.. perhaps that is why time has gone by that quick before my eyes.. and in two days time, it is Dec 2010! goodness me.. and it marks my 3rd winter in the UK.. and winter has been ever so fascinating with the rapid change of weather.. rather&amp;nbsp;bizarre phenomenon; looking at how the weather changes.. experiencing it to the core.. Though it may be cold but I do like it when there is sunshine in winter.. somehow, it gives me the sense of awe.. the beauty of creation..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is special.. coz today, God opened an opportunity for me to approach a topic that has been in my mind and yet, I didn't know what to do other than just commit to the Lord and pray. It just fell in the right place very rightly.. the flow of the conversation was rather amazing that I could only whisper (I wanted to shout! but I was on the phone) "Thank You Lord!" One step taken and more time to spend in praying.. and waiting with anticipation for the next step.. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The same time next year.. I wonder.. I just wonder where would I be? *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533830916338598873-4908486500793006257?l=seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4908486500793006257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-has-time-gone-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4908486500793006257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533830916338598873/posts/default/4908486500793006257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasons-of-lives.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-has-time-gone-to.html' title='Where has the time gone to?'/><author><name>Vivien Keu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17996106508449837275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkfIfFdZtCc/TXj80pZ1dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ggogAQ_6zEU/s220/Cambridge%2BVisit%2B18.02.11%2Bto%2B19.02.11%2B040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
