[ ᴃᴚiפʜᴌ ᵴᴌᴗᴆiᴏ ]: love letter and chocolates? *updated*

Saturday, January 10, 2009

love letter and chocolates? *updated*

Heys peeps! I hope you enjoyed your "wait" for this post :)
Without further a do, let me present to you THE LETTER!


So yea, i know some of you might be thinking 'What the crap...? Such bravery displayed! Gila ah? ... post up such letter here"

Oh well, a chance is a chance, sometimes you just don't get a second exact chance to say something like this...

Hmm.. i sure hope all you readers read the letter above before clicking the 'spoiler' below... just to ensure that you understand what is happening here :)

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Oh, i was thinking about the post that i posted last night that didn't last for an hour.. and to those who read it(only 2/3 people read it.. i checked the number).. firstly, thank you for reading, for your concern, and if you had prayed for me last night or even just read it... Thank you very much! Honto ni Arigato! Danke!

i was very much 'stabilized' not long after.. after talking to Him, and surrendering more and more of me to Him..trading my sorrows, pain and sickness for the joy of the Lord..

if you were wondering how come i reached my maximum limit.. and broke down.. it was cuz i was freaking tired, freaking.. zombie mode to the max... and i was feeling sick.. fever and flu, headache abit... and the water supply in hostel was cutoff, and i had to ease myself (big one) and there wasn't any water.. luckily i brought tissue along with me (=.=!!)

i was freaking "sticky" and sweaty and i couldn't take a shower.. and i had exam in the morning and was not fully prepared yet and a lot more of other factors..

yea, those made me break down... i stored up too much of those in me..

Hmmm... while i was taking my bath just now, i was thinking whether my sense of humor and sarcastic-ness had gone overboard? have i? please, if you think i have, tell me la.. i wanna change all the areas which are not pleasing before God.. Maybe that was what God wanted to teach me.. Maybe...


I just received the following email and find it very encouraging... enjoy reading:)

( A truly beautiful testimony of God's love for His children..... )

Subject: Isaiah 65:24 - 'Before they call, I will answer'

This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa.

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).

We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.

Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). 'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed.. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.' While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door..

By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes.. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could..
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!' Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five month s before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon'.

'Before they call, I will answer' (Isaiah 65:24). This awesome prayer takes less than a minute. When you receive this, say the prayer, that's all you have to do. No strings attached. Just send it on to whomever you want - but do send it on. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. T here is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another!

‘Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this right now.
I am asking You to minister to their spirit at this very moment.
Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy.
Where there is self doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them.
Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You.
Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage.
Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support
and encourage them.
Give each of them discernment to recognize the evil forces around them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it.
I ask you to do these things in Jesus' name. '

P.S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would do.

'Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you're not willing to move your feet.

And oh, i still think the song below rocks :D
if you want the MP3.. you know what to do la :P
cannot write the full sentence... who knows what might happen xD



I've seen your face on stained glass, in colored lights
In pictures of You looking to the sky
You've been portrayed a thousand different ways
But my heart can see You better than my eyes
'Cause it's love that paints the portrait of Your life

The face of love
The face of love
You look more like love every day

I've read your words in the pages of Your life
And I've imagined what You were like
I may not know the shape of Your face
But I can feel Your heart changing mine
And your love still proves that You're alive


You are the face that changed the whole world
No one too lost for You to love
No one too low for You to serve
So give us the grace to change the world
No one too lost for me to love
No one too low for me to serve

Oh, Let us see... let us be Your face


FYI: The 'You' in the song is referring to Jesus! :D

Till i blog again


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