All Along

It’s not everything it seems - the world and its dreams
Slipping like water through my hands tonight
All the things I thought would fill me up inside
Left me empty here - and now I know why

All along I was looking for something else
You’re something else
All along I was looking for something more
You’re so much more
I finally found what I could never see before
You’ve always been the one that I was looking for

All of my castles in the sand - washed away again
And I’m left back where I began tonight
The only thing that can ever fill me up
Has been right in front of me all the time

(Bridge) I won’t miss you - I won’t miss you this time
I say I want you - yeah I want you in my life

by Remedy Drive

This is where I need You, O Lord. All along, I've know that there's a space in my heart, my life. I've been trying to find something to fill it. I know that only You can do so, 'cos You're my God, You made me and You know how I tick. Most importantly, because You love me and only You love me completely and perfectly.

But Lord, make this travel down the 40cm from my head to my heart.
Help me remember how You've saved me and how my life is so different now because of You.

Thank You, Lord.

Hide Away in the Love of Jesus

Come weary saints, though tired and weak
Hide away in the love of Jesus
Your strength will return by His quiet streams
Hide away in the love of Jesus

Come wand’ring souls, and find your home
Hide away in the love of Jesus
He offers the rest that you yearn to know
Hide away in the love of Jesus

Hear Him calling your name
See the depths of His love
in the wounds of His grace
Hide away

Come guilty ones, weighed down with sin
Hide away in the love of Jesus
The freedom you long for is found in Him
Hide away in the love of Jesus

Hear Him calling your name
See the depths of His love
in the wounds of His grace
Hide away

Come hopeless hearts, do not despair
Hide away in the love of Jesus
For ten thousand joys await you there
Hide away in the love of Jesus

Written By Steve and Vikki Cook

Food thoughts

I'm at work now (Shhh...don't tell my boss) and having a packaged lunch which our company has ordered. It's actually made by a colleague's mom.

I asked her to pass my compliments to the chef, but she said, "But we're doing this for money." Granted, that's true, but I think one can feel it when they eat something which has been prepared with attention, care and love. :]

Makes me think of My Name is Kim Sam-soon. How Sam Soon imagined that she was making her pastries for her loved one and how she held that belief that the pastries she created was not to be contaminated(?) by any hatred or negative feelings.

Maybe I'm imagining it, but I can almost imagine my colleague's mom thinking that the sweet gravy by the rice will help to soften the rice and add a nice flavour to it as she ladles it in.

Now I feel like watching Julie and Julia.