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Freedom isn't freedom till there is the freedom to make mistakes. - Mahatma Gandhi

Here I am at 3.16 am on a Thursday morning, with a pile of books beside me, and class starting at 9 am tomorrow. Wow - I'm quite happy that I've finally got the motivation to get started. Seriously, think the ranting-cum-laughing I had just now w the gals and bear really helped. Sometimes, despite the busy schedule, it really helps to do the things that are important to you. Even if it might mean less sleep and studying into the night - like now.

Think God is really dealing with my past issues. It really is necessary to KNOW what's the purpose of going through tough stuff, periods, situations - especially during times when you really need to be at your optimal. When people left, right, centre, are demanding from you to perform for them at the standards they demand, more often than not without placing your welfare into the equation, you need to FIND OUT from God what stuff He's doing in you.

Relax. Sometimes it's not a bad attitude. God is often beyond asking why you're thinking negatively, being depressed, instead of being the enthusiastic go-getter you're 'expected' to be. More often than not, He's healing the area in your life that produced the cynicism, the unbelief, and whatever shutdown that exists.

I follow because He believes in me. And His burden is light. If I give Him mine.


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