I'm getting old

I've been talking abt my past to my lunch khaki. In fact, I've related them to another fren of mine a mth ago.

I enjoy doing so... and yes, it's a sign of me getting old. -.-

But who cares?

I am able to testify God who has done great things for me and my family!

I shared the good and glorifying moments, and of cos the bad and dishonorable times...

I told how God blessed and prosper those who obey, and also how He forgives and guide when we lost sight of Him.

I like the feeling of happiness in my heart after sharing. Our God is magnified, glorified and remembered -by me.

His blessings r not being forgotten, but were counted, appreciated and retold.

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I'm juz pretty happy wif myself for being Myself who is the SAME infront of God and everyone else.
I'm not afraid to face my past, and is able to reminisce every single bit of those moments.
I've not done everything tt's pleasing to God, neither have I done everything tt's according to God's will, of cos...
However, I know tt Those were the PAST, the PAST tt I've left at the feet of Jesus, forgiven and straightened out.
Hence, I'm able to share them, so tt I can tell pple how God had helped made my paths straight!

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To those who hv mentioned tt they r ashamed when they think of their past,

"You Dun hv to if u leave them at the feet of Jesus."

Timid mousey

I wish I could be bolder...