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I often say my prayers,
But do I really pray?
And do the wishes of my heart
Go with the words I say?
For words without the heart
The Lord will never hear;
Nor will He to those attend
Whose prayer is not sincere!
John Burton
Anyway this new semester is going to be one new and interesting experience. I'm embarking on a technical journey of examining the English language. Haha. I've decided to major in English Language. Yes, it's language, and it's not English Literature. It's a little daunting, to say the least. I don't know anyone majoring in English personally, and I've heard really bad reviews from friends and friends' friends and so on. I was deciding between English and Sociology, and I know I can do better if I choose the latter, but... I just don't feel satisfied with Soci because it's a little too general for my liking. So I'm going to be brave and do English, and I'm going to pray a lot. I know this is probably going to be pretty difficult, but I have been thinking about it and I really want to see how the Lord can feature so much more in my life and I want to see how my faith and prayer life can be further strengthened in the next few years in school. And with that, I'm going to commit everything to Him in prayer.
GRATITUDE
Today I stood at my window and cursed the pouring rain,
Today a desperate farmer prayed for his field of grain
My weekend plans are ruined, it almost makes me cry
While the farmer lifts his arms and blesses the clouded sky.
The alarm went off on Monday and I cursed my work routine,
Next door a laid-ff mechanic feels the empty pockets of his jeans.
I can’t wait for my vacation, some time to take for me,
He doesn’t know tonight how he’ll feed his family.
I cursed my leaky roof and the grass to mow,
A homeless man downtown checks for change in the telephone.
I need a new car, mine is getting really old,
He huddles in a doorway, seeking shelter from the cold.
With blessings I’m surrounded, the rain, a job, a home,
Though my eyes are often blinded by the things I think I own.
~Anon~
How spoilt I have been, to forget what God has blessed me with and not look beyond myself.
Thank God for everything, and I still believe that He is sovereign over all things and in control of everything, even the situation in Myanmar now.

I think it's really time to put prayer into practical action. Pray for Myanmar. 


All the past things are past and over,
The tasks are done and the tears are shed;
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.
Yesterday now is a part of forever,
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight;
With glad days and sad days and bad days which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,
Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.
Let them go, since we cannot relive them,
Cannot undo, and cannot atone.
God in His mercy, receive, forgive them;
Only the new days are our own
Today is ours, and today alone.
Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent earth all reborn,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn,
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.
Everyday is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and old sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.
-Susan Coolidge-