and so ends another faithful week n the life of gideon.
I'm in one of those philosophical moods.
I wonder, what exactly have I done this week.
What things that have some semblance of value have I done this week.
hmmmm.
hmmmmmmmm
hmmmmmmmmmmm
ask yourself that question.
More often that not, you'll find yourself thinking hard.
You've got a new week, a new day
time to make a difference.

God's been good.
I survived the week, with all its weird obligations and responsibilities
i.e. teck seng's compo.
seriously, I'm taking homework too slack-ly
or maybe I'm just lying too much.
I know, gotta change.

Great service.
Honestly, its been months since I've cried hard at the altars.
But the feeling never lets you down.
At first you feel that feeling
the one of desperation
the one where every fiber of your being is just crying out to God
the one of repentance
the one of sorrow.
Then comes the other feeling
the one where you can feel something change, something snap within you
that breaking, that molding.
that feeling.
Then the feeling of joy
sometimes this feeling takes a longer time, but it always comes through
where you know something was done in your life.
something changed.
thats the joy.

The reason why so many of us lose his presence, is because we expect him to fill us with it.
Not saying its wrong or anything, but the purest worship, is the one that doesn't expect anything in return.
Just worshipping him.
Not for what he's done, but for who he is.

Work's been done at the altars tonight people
let's not let it go to waste.

how can I ever sing enough, how amazing is your love