pretty butterfly ;
name : felicia =]
skewl : university gurl
age : guess =P
bdae : 9th sept
location : melbourne, aussie
contact : =]
most outstanding characteristic: gets lost easily.
second most outstanding characteristic: is alot like DORY.
most beloved cartoon character: Dory!!
adores ;
God
family
close friends
chocolate
mamak
kids
shopping...WINDOW shopping
laughing
roses
writing
composing songs
guitar
music...lalala...(singing and dancing around in particular)
abhors ;
irritating insects
mosquito bites
heat(the prickly kind)
smart alecks who are insecure(if you're truly smart you won't have to prove it)
mess
claustrophobic environments
grumpy ppl
make me happy :)
see thousands fall before Him in worship
see people set free to praise
write books for little ones
compile a cd!(scary but i'd love to try)
visit europe!
Be a princess, find a prince, fall completely in love, get married and live happily ever after :P
I'm serious.
Have kids
see Jesus face to face. i know THAT wish will come true...:)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Now i know why You were so afraid to hang on that Cross...It wasn't so much the physical pain, and it wasn't even so much of the bearing of sin, although that must have been dreaded too...it was because You loved Your children so much, and because You knew what they were about to do to You...
Truly it's the people we hold dearest that bring us the most pain when they hurt us...
I can imagine the scenario of a Father and His children...
He stands before His children and all they are doing is wishing for Him to die. They cry "crucify Him! Crucify Him!"...His own children. They mock Him and tell Him that He is not their Father. They tell Him He cannot save them. They tell Him they do not believe in Him. They spit on Him, tie Him down, flog Him. All the while He could have raised His hand to punish them for their wickedness, yet He didn't, because His love was a Father's love.
His children put a large cross on His shoulders, and mocking, screaming, made Him walk up that hill. At the top of that hill, they stripped Him and cast lots for His clothing. His other children pounded nails into His hands and feet, and raised the cross up. There He was, their Father. Hanging on that cross of shame, with His own children jeering at Him, happy about what was happening to Him.
Now imagine the pain. Now understand why He was in so much agony.
Imagine doing that to your own earthly father, or imagine your own son or daughter doing that to you, not understanding that you could have overcome them, but that you were willing to pay the price, all for them...your own beautiful children whom you love but who hate you. Imagine what it must have been like...
Yet we've done that so many times to Jesus every time we took Him lightly and turned away from Him...
Forgive me for the times i took the cross so lightly...Forgive me when i took Your love for granted, forgetting the pain You went through because I crucified my own heavenly Father...
Father forgive me, because I didn't know what I was doing...
[7:47 PM]
butterfly dreams ;
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Now i know why You were so afraid to hang on that Cross...It wasn't so much the physical pain, and it wasn't even so much of the bearing of sin, although that must have been dreaded too...it was because You loved Your children so much, and because You knew what they were about to do to You...
Truly it's the people we hold dearest that bring us the most pain when they hurt us...
I can imagine the scenario of a Father and His children...
He stands before His children and all they are doing is wishing for Him to die. They cry "crucify Him! Crucify Him!"...His own children. They mock Him and tell Him that He is not their Father. They tell Him He cannot save them. They tell Him they do not believe in Him. They spit on Him, tie Him down, flog Him. All the while He could have raised His hand to punish them for their wickedness, yet He didn't, because His love was a Father's love.
His children put a large cross on His shoulders, and mocking, screaming, made Him walk up that hill. At the top of that hill, they stripped Him and cast lots for His clothing. His other children pounded nails into His hands and feet, and raised the cross up. There He was, their Father. Hanging on that cross of shame, with His own children jeering at Him, happy about what was happening to Him.
Now imagine the pain. Now understand why He was in so much agony.
Imagine doing that to your own earthly father, or imagine your own son or daughter doing that to you, not understanding that you could have overcome them, but that you were willing to pay the price, all for them...your own beautiful children whom you love but who hate you. Imagine what it must have been like...
Yet we've done that so many times to Jesus every time we took Him lightly and turned away from Him...
Forgive me for the times i took the cross so lightly...Forgive me when i took Your love for granted, forgetting the pain You went through because I crucified my own heavenly Father...
Father forgive me, because I didn't know what I was doing...
[7:47 PM]
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