Friday, November 23, 2007

Encounters

Staying up late at night is turning out to be a forte.

Next week I won't be in Singapore, going to be away. Driving and hitting the roads of Malaysia is thrilling. Long, straight, winding roads...Feels great to be on the highway, the sense of freedom.

Today has been fruitful. Finished one exam paper and had a good time of campus gathering. Shuai was among us. Very glad to catch up with her again after one good year. Encouraged by them. Tremendously. Having exams the very next day, but still choosing to come for small group.

God is good. Again and Again.

Today shared a verse with campus. It is taken from Jeremiah 15:16, "Your words were found, and I ate them, And Your word was to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart;
For I am called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts."

The book Jeremiah has taken me months to complete studying. And still ongoing. But it is proving to be delightful. Thank God that this verse could share. In Psalm 19:10, the word is called to be sweeter than honey and the honeycomb. This is a delightful declaration. It is not a mere statement. It is a declaration.

Jeremiah is often called the weeping prophet. Rightly so.

But He found comfort at the right place. I love the ending of Jeremiah 15:16. It says simply, "For I am called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts."

God in the parable of the Prodigal Son is the Loving Father waiting for his returning son. The embrace of reconciliation really explode for us the imense love of God, the Father. There has never a too far a distance, the son had been that the father hadn't been waiting.

There hasn't been a more wept person that the Lord cannot comfort. Jeremiah found it in God. The word is God. He found God and sweet is the delight.

Weary souls are in need of God. Weary hearts are in need of God. Walk through His word and see Him walking you through.

Have you talked to God?

This has been a most blessed day! 4.13am, Singapore time.

Good night, no Good morning.

Can't wait for Mon.

Blessed Redeemer, Jesus is mine. O What a glorious foretaste divine.

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