I Love Ecclesias : Starbucks, JP

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Starbucks, JP

This picture was taken by Yeeyee, who asked me to touch my tongue for some unknown reason.

These days, I say my own prayers. It goes, "Dear God, thank you for
(a whole list of names)."

I also said something very deep yesterday : "Ribena is... Ribena!" I declared, after much thought.

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One day, while I was doodling with my crayons, I saw Mommy draw Daddy, herself and me on the drawing block. So I asked Mommy to draw another baby. Mommy asked, "Do you want Mommy to draw a brother or sister?"

And I replied, "No!" What I wanted was two of ME!
"Another Ecclesias," I explained patiently.

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A love for God’s Word.
A love for prayer, praise and worship.
A love for the spiritual gifts and ministry of the Holy Spirit.

We have faith that God is a good God, that as we seek His kingdom and righteousness first, He will add all things back to us (Matt. 6:33). He will provide for our families. Our careers and businesses will prosper and be successful. Our children will grow up to be happy, godly and excellent. Most of all, the destiny of our lives will come to pass. We shall be the head and not the tail, above and not beneath, blessed in our coming in and blessed in our going out (Deut. 28:6, 13)

Ecclesiastes 3
Everything Has Its Time
1 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born, And a time to die;
A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill, And a time to heal;
A time to break down, And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain, And a time to lose;
A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear, And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
8 A time to love, And a time to hate;
A time of war, And a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 12
1 Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, Before the difficult days come, And the years draw near when you say, “ I have no pleasure in them”:
2 While the sun and the light, The moon and the stars, Are not darkened, And the clouds do not return after the rain;
3 In the day when the keepers of the house tremble, And the strong men bow down; When the grinders cease because they are few, And those that look through the windows grow dim;
4 When the doors are shut in the streets, And the sound of grinding is low; When one rises up at the sound of a bird, And all the daughters of music are brought low.
5 Also they are afraid of height, And of terrors in the way; When the almond tree blossoms, The grasshopper is a burden, And desire fails. For man goes to his eternal home, And the mourners go about the streets.
6 Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed,[a] Or the golden bowl is broken, Or the pitcher shattered at the fountain, Or the wheel broken at the well.
7 Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, And the spirit will return to God who gave it.
8 “ Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher, “ All is vanity.”