This post will be one without pictures. Awww, BUT i'll tell u more about MY GOD. So, to those interested in internal bliss while living it out on earth, here goes...
Last week mark the first week into me slacking physically, not any running at all except the IPPT on wed. Reason being, i had this flu bug which will evolve big time if i do not take care of my body. Right now, still having it, so i'm like into my second week of slacking.
So, i had flu, but i've already booked the IPPT on wed beforehand. had to go. Was thinking, 'Silver should be a no-problem, since i have been running for almost a month, at least 3~4 times a week.."
My static stations was all OK. In fact, it was easier than i supposed...
The real let down came from my 2.4 km. Had this really lousy timing, i could not even believe my eyes when i see it. I failed silver by 12 seconds. Which means lesser incentive.
I was pondering on my way home, 'How come i used to be able to do 11:40 without giving my best, and just cos i have a little flu, i'm relegated to the group whch only could jsut afford a pass?'
However, sth came into my mind, sth which i really thank God for... Many moons ago, i heard about a super fit athlete in Indonesia, who died because he was exercising while down with a flu. When i think about this, i can only thank God that i not only passed, but also that nth happened to me when i ran with a flu.
Still on the way home, walking from siglap, i saw 2 luxurious cars in a house, but also saw an altar to what the bible would term 'a false god'. In my mind, a Pslam began to form, so i penned it down:
Last week mark the first week into me slacking physically, not any running at all except the IPPT on wed. Reason being, i had this flu bug which will evolve big time if i do not take care of my body. Right now, still having it, so i'm like into my second week of slacking.
So, i had flu, but i've already booked the IPPT on wed beforehand. had to go. Was thinking, 'Silver should be a no-problem, since i have been running for almost a month, at least 3~4 times a week.."
My static stations was all OK. In fact, it was easier than i supposed...
The real let down came from my 2.4 km. Had this really lousy timing, i could not even believe my eyes when i see it. I failed silver by 12 seconds. Which means lesser incentive.
I was pondering on my way home, 'How come i used to be able to do 11:40 without giving my best, and just cos i have a little flu, i'm relegated to the group whch only could jsut afford a pass?'
However, sth came into my mind, sth which i really thank God for... Many moons ago, i heard about a super fit athlete in Indonesia, who died because he was exercising while down with a flu. When i think about this, i can only thank God that i not only passed, but also that nth happened to me when i ran with a flu.
Still on the way home, walking from siglap, i saw 2 luxurious cars in a house, but also saw an altar to what the bible would term 'a false god'. In my mind, a Pslam began to form, so i penned it down:
Oh Lord, does it pleases You to see the wicked prosper,
and those who call upon Your Name wither?
Surely not, Oh Lord, since Your Name is Righteousness,
And desolation for the evil is planned before their time.
You are the loving father,
Punishing us not as our sins deserve,
But You mete it out in love
For those who call on Your Name with all their hearts.
I thank Thee Lord, For You have called me Your own.
In Your hands You hold the numerous stars and galaxies,
Yet You have looked and considered a mite like me;
a worse than nothing.
In have said in the anguish of my sins, "Who can save me?
To give me a peace calmer than glass surfaces?"
Then my spirit remembered my Lord, in whom I had perfect rest.
My soul recalls the freen pastures and still waters,
that which His hand had led me to.
When I think about His goodness,
and compare it to my plight, the plight i had led myself in to,
My inner being cried out for salvation.
"Oh! That I would once again walk in Your light"
You parted the heavens and came down,
You have seen my tears and my desire for You.
With Your mighty hands, You lifted me up from the miry clay,
The same hands which bled salvation for me.
From now on may I be found among the blessed;
In Your house of prayer for all nations.
Praise thee Lord!
I realised that penning Pslams is really one very theraputic thing to do. I started off being really cynic to being just glad that i am not called by any other Name.
My advice is, everyone should try writing this kinda things once in a while. haha. Although mine's not 100% original, but thats what i felt. Furthermore, i dont think that King David or any other Pslamist would mine me copying abit. haha.