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Gosh - I think the hardest thing about thinking or introspection, is abt how you portray yourself to ppl. I know opinionated ppl really push my buttons, but funny how I can come across pretty annoying sometimes. Haha.. I think that's one part I really need to face - my own contradictory nature, not others'.

Today's service was really good, in that it was totally 0 hype, 50% disciplining yourself, 50% move of God.

I was really (really really really) tired. Like stoning on my feet. First time tt I actually felt how hard it is to tell ur body that you don't wanna sleep, you wanna get this cos it really applies to you! And really.. God really moved when I moved. It's awesome! So many things that I've heard preached and talked about, things I've learnt as fact by accepting it, now I'm experiencing it like having a 'first time' every week!

Things like, 'discipline', when I'd just heard a message on it days before, I'll be challenged to do it. And then it's really, wow! So this is what it feels like to experience it on my own, not just hearing about it from others or through sermons!

So I'm really preparing myself to experience another first - a financial breakthrough!!! If there is one thorn in the flesh for me, it's parting with money. AAAHHH.. I dun wanna grow up to be a person who rolls up my notes in this tight bundle stuffed away in my shoe la... so here's a big THANK YOU to God cos I KNOW and BELIEVE and TRUST, YES YES YES, that my finances will receive a breakthrough. I don't believe in money falling from heaven; but I do believe in money that God has set aside for me =D


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