My life isn’t mine anymore. Because I’ve been bought at a price. How can I live this life apart from Your Presence? How can I live this life apart from Your call and destiny? How else can I live apart from You? Lord, I couldn’t imagine. I can’t imagine life without Your touch, without Your love, without Your word, without Your Presence. Every move I make, every word I speak, every thought I conceive, every desire in my heart– I’ve resolved it to be under Your shadow… I am bound in You.
This life is not my own anymore. How can I possibly live without God’s affirmation? How can I possibly live this life as I please?
I don’t have to live this life as I want. And that gives me true contentment; and that makes me whole. And that gives me peace and true freedom.
“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” –Galatians 2:20
These past few days I stumbled upon Tumblr through image searching, and then for maybe a couple of hours I got so hooked up in clicking thumbnails and scrolling down, looking at some pretty and fun(ny) pictures. It’s an interesting social site, but I didn’t make an account anyway (I have sooo many accounts now, and I’m sooo not good in remembering~).
I created a Twitter account instead :D
My schoolmate once said that having Tumblr is like having a life away from the actual life— may sariling mundo…hehe. But the way the posts are made (and posted, lol) is fun; feelings and reactions are best expressed through photo thumbnails, and made me think, why not make a Tumblr-ish blog, eh? (I didn’t make it as thumbnails, though.)
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