It's only been three hours or so since the end of CF Retreat 2010 and I miss it already. After months of preparation and stressing and running about and chasing people/stuff its finally over. Sigh. Wish it could all happen again. Was worth it. Was so awesome the way God moved in my own life in that camp and I hope in the lives of the other campers as well.
God, thanks again for this wonderful experience, from the start of planning down to the end of the execution of the camp and its activities. Help me to continue to learn to be still, and know You are God, exalted above the nations, exalted above the heavens.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
To: My child
My dearest child,
The day you were born, my face was aglow,
A blessing you are, of this I know,
As I held you in my arms,my heart was content,
Yet your innocence beared an ominous portent,
For I knew the trials arrayed against you,
I foresaw the tribulations you would go through,
Of hurts and pains,
Of sufferings,
The problems you will face,
The bitterness you will taste,
Of relationships turned wrong, or being turned away,
Of the dangers of temptations, and being led astray,
I knew you would explore the world around you,
But worried if you would dabble, in things dangerous too,
Of the powers of this world.
And the evil trapped within,
And the overwhelming power,
Of the darkness that is sin,
I worried for your future,
In a world deprived of honour,
Would you stand up tall,
Or would you crumble and fall?
Yet there was a cause for joy,
For I also saw, the things you would enjoy,
All your aspirations and your dreams,
And all the sweetness that it brings,
All the things you would overcome,
And the champion I know you could become,
Know, my child should otherwise be said,
That life is not about how much you're paid,
Nor is it about wealth and power,
Nor even fame for that matter,
Grow to be a man of honour,
Grow up pure, my precious daughter,
Maintain your values, keep them well,
Whatever beholds, only time will tell,
One thing is assured,
Should you honour God,
When your life is measured,
It will be worth a whole lot,
My dearest child,
As you grow up now, may you grow up tall,
And remember these words once and for all,
That on those days that you should fall,
Your Father is there, if you but call,
As you begin your life's very first mile,
And seemingly without a single clue,
Remember this my dearest child,
That I, your Father, will always love you.
The day you were born, my face was aglow,
A blessing you are, of this I know,
As I held you in my arms,my heart was content,
Yet your innocence beared an ominous portent,
For I knew the trials arrayed against you,
I foresaw the tribulations you would go through,
Of hurts and pains,
Of sufferings,
The problems you will face,
The bitterness you will taste,
Of relationships turned wrong, or being turned away,
Of the dangers of temptations, and being led astray,
I knew you would explore the world around you,
But worried if you would dabble, in things dangerous too,
Of the powers of this world.
And the evil trapped within,
And the overwhelming power,
Of the darkness that is sin,
I worried for your future,
In a world deprived of honour,
Would you stand up tall,
Or would you crumble and fall?
Yet there was a cause for joy,
For I also saw, the things you would enjoy,
All your aspirations and your dreams,
And all the sweetness that it brings,
All the things you would overcome,
And the champion I know you could become,
Know, my child should otherwise be said,
That life is not about how much you're paid,
Nor is it about wealth and power,
Nor even fame for that matter,
Grow to be a man of honour,
Grow up pure, my precious daughter,
Maintain your values, keep them well,
Whatever beholds, only time will tell,
One thing is assured,
Should you honour God,
When your life is measured,
It will be worth a whole lot,
My dearest child,
As you grow up now, may you grow up tall,
And remember these words once and for all,
That on those days that you should fall,
Your Father is there, if you but call,
As you begin your life's very first mile,
And seemingly without a single clue,
Remember this my dearest child,
That I, your Father, will always love you.
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