All of these stones in my pocket
My dreams that crashed on the shore
Faith when I thought I lost it
I lay it all at Your door

I bring it to You
There's wonder in all that You do
I bring You the scraps that make up my soul
You make me whole, I'm gold
I bring it to You

The feeling of being inadequate is like a parasite. Slowly creeping, chewing, gnawing, so insignificant at first - yet so persistent, and so deadly.

I've learnt that you cannot make it through this life alone. And you cannot do it without hope for a future. How do you know whether what you are doing is worth it? How do you measure worth if there was no comparison? And how can there be any comparison if there was no belief there is something better or worse? (I'm thinking in circles. Must be the lack of sleep.)

Excerpts from my reflections of today:
He never turned a leper away, and in fact drew near to them, and His power transformed and healed them. We should also adopt the same attitude as Him.

Christ-likeness. This is a timely reminder that we should emulate Christ's behaviour. We should treat everyone with love, even if the person doesn't deserve it, even if we dislike everything the person does. This is a high call, we tend to only treat ppl we like with love. But He goes beyond that, and tells us that we have to repay evil with good. Just as He gave up His life, His majesty, to save those that spurned Him with sin, and those that did not even know they needed to be saved.

But how is it to your credit if you receive a beating for doing wrong and endure it? But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is commendable before God.

1 Peter 2:20