Honour Him and He will honour you

Praise God for all He has done for and to me, without even me realizing..till now..

Often enough, many people find that living the Chrtistian life, will be one that requires much sacrifices.. We will have to give up the earthly pleasures we used to indulge in and many of these have became part of our lives..and as a result,we're uncertain if we'll be able and willing to let go of these things for God..

I felt the same in the past..

But now looking back, it is true I gave up many things.. not God glorifying and honoring music, TV shows, conversations etc..

And in return.. I received God's LOVE, GRACE, CARE, BLESSINGS...more than I can name.. Is it a change worth while? I think the answer is obvious..I'M SURE it is..

The fears, worries, problems, heartaches I had.. He took it all away and replaced with joy and peace beyond understanding

Had quite abit of time these few days so was just thinking about random things.. And only now did I realized the goodness of my God when i looked back on an inccident that happened to me about 1/2 mths back..

When I wanted to take that step of faith and make that decision, I had much fears in me, and was afraid of what the future might hold and the problems that would come along once I made that decision.. Well, all I can say now is.. GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME and ALL THE TIME GOD IS GOOD.. He will honor those who honor Him, I expreienced that first hand and i gurantee you that when you make the right decision for God, no matter how tough it may seem in the beginning, during after.. God is always there from the beginning to end, He performed it all.. His will will not you lead where His grace will not keep you..

Honor Him and He will honor you.. there's no doubt about that.. =D


Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you with all my heart for all that you have done for me.. I thank you for your grace and hand that led me through the trials. I ask for your forgiveness for not giving thanks unto You for all that you have done.. Lord, thank you for every single thing and person you have brought into my life.. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for people who you've sent to encouragement through my tough times..I thank you esp for 2 dear dear sisters,Daphne and Cheryl, for jus willing to listen and to encourage me through the way and most importantly Lord, I thank you for who You are, for Your unfailing presence, love and grace, for guiding me through each step of the way.. PRAISE YOU LORD!=D=D=D

Read this story from a book, it really touched my heart..share with all of ya.. Its rather long but it'll be great if u cld spend some time reading it..yeah. Its entitled " THE ROOM"

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There was no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files.

They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As i drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was the one that read " Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog for my life. Here was written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory cldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their contents. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I wld look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird: " Books I have read", "Lies that i have told", " Comfort I have given", " Jokes I have laughed at". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Other i cldnt laugh at: " Things I have done in anger, " Things I muttered under my breath at my parents" I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected.
Somtimes there were fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Cld it be possible that I had the time in my twenty years to write each of these thousands, possibly millions, of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each was signed with my signature.

When i pulled out the file marked "Songs I have listened to" I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after 2 or 3 yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amt of time I knew that file represented.

When i came to a file marked "Lustful thoughts" I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed contents. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

Suddenly I felt an almost animal rage. One thought dominated my mind: " No one must ever see these cards! no one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didnt matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took the file at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I cld not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long self-pitying sigh. And then i saw it. The title bore " People I hv shared the Gospel with". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than 3 inches long fell into my hands. I cld count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hust started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shleves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please, not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I cldnt bear to watch His response. And inthe moments I cld bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. hy did Hee have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. BUt this was a pity that didnt anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands, and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He cld have said so many things. But He didnt say a word. He jus cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room. He took out a file and , one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted,rushing to Him. All I cld find to say was "No,no" as I pulled the card from HIm. His name shldnt be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and continued to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, " It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

Grace

Lord, as I seek your guidance for the day
I find my thoughts unyielding
Confusion crowds my way
But then when I bow to you
The challenged you guide me through
Your promises are ever new
I claim them for today

Your will cannot lead me
Where your grace will not keep me
Your hand will protect me
I rest in Your care
Your eyes will watch over me
Your love will forgive me
And when I am faltering
I still will find you there

Lord, thank you that your will cannot lead me where your grace will not keep me.. Your hand protects me, Your love forgives me.. You're always there for me.. what more can I ask from you?