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If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!


*** Rudyard Kipling ***

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Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.

When I feel afraid,
And think I’ve lost my way.
Still, you’re there right beside me.
Nothing will I fear
As long as you are near;
Please be near me to the end.

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.

I will not forget
Your love for me and yet,
My heart forever is wandering.
Jesus by my guide,
And hold me to your side,
And I will love you to the end.

Nothing will I fear
As long as you are near;
Please be near me to the end.

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
And a light unto my path.
You’re the light unto my path.


*lyrics : Michael W Smith & Amy Grant*



”If we (freely) admit that we have sinned and confess our sins, He is faithful and just

(true to His own nature and promises) and will forgive our sins (dismiss our lawlessness)

and (continuously) cleanse us from all unrighteousness (everything not in conformity to

His will in purpose, thought, and action)”

(1 John 1:9)

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and righteous so as to forgive us our

sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. – NWT

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Cleaning the oven is not my favorite thing to do. In fact, it slides down to bottom of my

“to do” list several times before I actually make it a priority. I know I am not the only

person who feels this way. The owner of the house we moved into obviously disliked

cleaning ovens even more than I do. It was very dirty and hadn’t been cleaned for a

long time. I put it through the self-clean cycle then used SOS pads to clean the build

up around the edges. But the build up on the front bottom part of the oven and door

were so caked on that I had to take a screwdriver to scratch it off.

let not our hearts be like a dirty oven with crusts of ungodly habits
let not our hearts be like a dirty oven with crusts of ungodly habits

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Finally it was clean.

As I was scrubbing the oven, I compared the dirty oven with our hearts. People can’t

see inside our ovens, or our hearts, but God can and it can be pretty dirty. I remember

so vividly the time when I asked Jesus into my life at the age of 12. I asked Him to

forgive my sins. He cleansed me and I felt so clean. At the age of 30, I learned about

spiritual breathing (confessing our sins and appropriating the Holy Spirit). I learned

I could be “clean” all the time – moment by moment.

However, sometimes we become so busy that we don’t spend time daily with the

Lord and His Word. We become sloppy and accumulate ungodly habits that are like

the caked on grease at the bottom of my oven. You have to work at getting rid of those.

Worry, ungratefulness, critical attitudes, etc. We need to confess them immediately

and begin thanking the Lord for all His blessings, start thinking “good, pure thought”

and focus our thoughts on God and His sufficiency.

If we spend quiet time with the Lord and His Word, He will point them out to us.

Many, many times a day, we have to do this to change our ungodly habits.

Purify our hearts Daily
Purify our hearts Daily

Don’t let your oven (heart) get dirty – keep it clean.

What are your “caked on” habits?

Admit your sins and He will cleanse you.


*** Katherine Kehler ***



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A girl in love asked her boyfriend:
“Tell me, who do you love most in this world?”


“You, of course!”


“In your heart, what am I to you?”


The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said,

“You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was

lonely. During his sleep, God took one of Adam’s rib and created Eve.

Every man has been searching for his missing rib. Only when you find

the woman of your life will you no longer feel the lingering ache in

your heart.”


wedded bliss
wedded bliss

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy

life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to

drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the

never-ending worries of daily problems. Their life became

mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities

of life began to gnaw away at their dreams and love for

each other.


The couple began to have more quarrels, and each quarrel

became more heated.


One day, after a quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.

At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, “You don’t love me!”

The boy hated her childishness, and out of impulse retorted,

“Maybe it was a mistake for us to be together!

You were never my missing rib!”


Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.

He regretted what he said, but words spoken are like thrown

away water — you can never take them back. With tears, she

went home to pack her things and was determined on

breaking up. Before she left the house, the girl said,
“If I’m really not your missing rib, then please let me go.”

She continued, “It is less painful this way. Let us go on

our separate ways and search for our own partners.”


painful and heart-rending break up
painful and heart-rending break up


Five years went by. He never remarried but he had tried

to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country

and came back. She had married a foreigner and divorced.

He felt anguished that she never waited for him. In the dark

and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering

ache in his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that

he was missing her.


One day they finally met — at the airport — a place where

there were many reunions and good-byes. He was going

away on a business trip. She was standing there alone,

with just the security door separating them. She smiled

at him gently.


(b): “How are you?”

(g): “I’m fine. How about you. Have you
found your missing rib?”

(b): “No.”

(g): “I’ll be flying to New York on the next flight.”

(b): “I’ll be back in 2 weeks time.”

(g): “Give me a call when you get back. You know my number.

Nothing has changed.”


With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.


One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in

New York — in the event that shocked the world.


Midnight. Once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before,

he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew that

she was the missing rib that he had so carelessly broken.


*Author Unknown*


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Take away LOVE and our earth is a tomb.

Robert Browning

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the

hour of separation.

Kahlil Gibran

Breaking up is just like having the worst nightmare after

having the best dream.

Anonymous

Sometimes people say things out of moments of fury.

Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and

detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.

And even though we know that we ought to “think twice and

act wisely,” it’s often easier said than done.


Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our

control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in

our lives. Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept

what you have today.


“Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.”

Emilie Cady




Time … past and still ticking … I’ve yet to find
achievement acted upon desires of my own design
Golden time .. seconds minutes hours of everyday
fly by like gold dust scattered down silent highway
Yet still … I spin and spin on the wheel of life
soldier on would I … no matter what kind of strife

If my wishes for a little fortune magically appear
like stars in the night … spirit would sparkle happier
It’s only material wishes that would unburden my soul
no such wish for riches but to repay a debt of long ago
All of my life … I’ve walk the path of good intentions
sad to say … oft times it’s met with accusing questions

And that’s what hurts, deep deep down inside my heart
emptiness felt, woefulness of red arteries flow like art
Even though winds of change veered another course
I’m left beleaguered like a forlorn rider with no horse
Right directions decided but wrong timing to pursue
chains of duties and commitments kept me subdue

Dreams … I have like sand on the shores
dedicated perseverance … success blend for encores
Loves … one true love and a forbidden soul mate
torn between two … flummoxed … leaving it to fate
My life’s pathetic repertoire of challenging cycles and phases
fade dark days for hope and faith soars me to higher places


© Keziah Boey October 2004

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