Don’t trust your dream

…like I never do, except for last night.

It was an unusual sunny day in Copenhagen, last Saturday. I went to second hand shop “loppemarked” in Frederiksberg in the morning and felt drained and exhausted. Stuffing my new owned clothes and cosmetics, I cyckled to my part time job together with my friend. And we decided to have BBQ at Island Brygge after finishing my work. It was such an enjoyable day, but we ended the day almost dried of over heating. Then… I got the dream.

The most hillarious Sunday, ever!

If anyone’s will is to do God’s will, he will know…

 

I have to admit, I just had the most hillarious Sunday ever. The story goes like this…

November 2015

Count others more significant than yourselves.

Dec #21

I thank God for material things. Yes, they do fade away and temporary but they have their charm nonetheless. And I bought some beautiful ones in this Christmas Market. 🙂

A walk in the park

Today, out of the ordinary was a sunny day. A beautiful sunny November Sunday in Copenhagen, Denmark. I went to the church and celebrated the Lord’s Supper with my brothers and sisters in Christ. Sometimes, knowing and having brothers and sisters in Christ is enough. I have so many things that I want. I have so many desires that I crave for. I have so many thoughts and worries for my future. But when I remember I have the Lord’s family, sometimes, it is just enough.

Cherry-Picked Bible.

Happy Sunday!

Where ever we are,

what type of Christ-follower we are,

please, pretty, please…

try our best not to bring this Bible to the house of the Lord

or worst, use it in our daily lives.

No. No.

He deserves more than this.

The teaching will keep you.

I am here listening my itunes playing a pulpit talk that takes my mind travels into time.

Couple of months ago, I cannot recall exactly when, I sat on my regular seat that was on the section, third row from the front on my churchwhen I heard this line for the first time, the teaching will keep you. I remembered that I did not understand what my favorite speaker meant at that time.Well, not until last week.

Last week was my lamest week that I can remember. I was at my lowest point in life. I even reached the very bottom of my consciousness that I burst out not only in tears but also in wrath. To top of it, I did that twice. Sometime at that condition, I crossed over a pile of CDs which I realized now were pulpit talks CDs, of my favourite speaker. Unknowingly, I just played off some of them. And to my realize I felt encouraged and helped. It was as if he spoke for me for the first time. It was as if I heard him for the first time. It was so fresh for my soul that I became stronger and stronger in faith to Him.  And the next thing I know, I felt better. I felt so much better.