rediscovering eden
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am Yours
testimonies
Monday, June 2, 2008
-8:01 PM
I can't help but blog about this.
Guess what?
God miraculously worked up a streak of compassion in a murderous insect killer who took the lives of numerous innocent young flies and ants (okay maybe not so innocent for drinking my fruit juice or making me dizzy spinning round me!)
Today I stepped on a fly (you know, those little things that have a particular inexplicable attraction to light, especially on rainy days. Yea, one of those guys.
I did it because they were flying around and they were irritating, so when it came up next to my slipper, I stepped on it rather gently. But alas, when I lifted my slipper, the sad truth dawned upon me (okay maybe not SO dramatic.) It was dead.
And then don'tknowwhy but I suddenly freaked out! And then I looked at it and I felt so sad. And so guilty. And then I felt so bad I said "Sorry!" and scolded myself for being a hypocrite. And then my dad started laughing. And I was talking about how bad I felt and everything! At first he just said stuff like, "It's okay" "calm down" "relax" but I continued my "I FEEL SO BAD!" thing. So he said "repent!" and then I started laughing, which is why I can blog about it now.
But seriously!
The poor fly!
I just saw a picture of it in head and I'm freaking out again!
AHHHHH I FEEL SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.
Gah, I don't think I'm going to kill a fly ever again.