Sunday, March 2, 2014

i can do all things through Christ who gives me strength

first it was #100daysmore... then around 33+ days, i installed a countdown app on my phone
where were the days going?
but through it all, surprisingly i didn't freak out or go into massive mugging lockdown mode
well i didnt slack off either, but compared to myself, i didnt totally panic either [which i have totally done before and am totally capable of heh]. 
for that, i think it must really be God's grace helping me to keep calm & slowly but thoroughly plough through all the things i need to study

it's now THREE DAYS MORE including today & all the chillaxing, while good for sanity & the preservation of my soul, means that there is SUPERALOT more to do aurgh. 

well, at least i know all is well with my soul. there really isnt anything worse than running until your lungs burst & trampling on all the dandelions along the way & you reach the finish line & there's absolutely nothing in sight. 
you have to know what race you're running, what you're running for, and never stray off the path
just keep on going, s'long as it's the RIGHT PATH
very very impt. 
ok. at least im kinda on the right path this time. haha. i think. 

just keep running
it doesnt have to be the fastest or best run of your life
you'll probably get blocked by dogs, as ever
people will see you zig-zagging across the meadows &
it'll look really funny
but as long as you run to win the right race, 
it's going to be okay. 

nowadays, i run slower too
i train less
the fast-twitch & slow-twitch muscles have totally atrophied
but at the end, i still reach that white gate &
see the garden lit up beautifully at night
who knew that fairyland could actually exist
the only thing is
the pesky ants on the bench
somehow that makes the perfection seem more humane; achievable. 

i can do all things through Christ who gives me strength

"when you saw only one set of footprints
it was then that I carried you"

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