Send Me

Here I am Lord. Take my hand; I can not do this on my own. God, I want to pour out my life for you. I do not want comfort or fame, riches or convenience. I want to be truly broken, to grieve for the hurt and pain that breaks your heart; I want to be a world changer. You have cried out and I am answering you. What can I do for you My God? Send me Lord to the hurt, the burdened and broken hearted. God send me to the east or west, north or south, send me near or afar. I want to serve you.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

It's A GOOD day!

Today I thought I would give it one more try and fit into my Pre-Philippines jeans hoping no praying to not be disappointed. The scale looked promising but as all girls know that is no guaranty. I pulled out the old jeans from my treasure chest and slipped them over my hips and thank God they fit. This hinny of mine is back into as 27 not the 25 of my high school days but come on it's the holidays! I think I will go eat some apple pie.