<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492</id><updated>2012-01-12T03:08:12.333+08:00</updated><category term='human trafficking'/><category term='people'/><category term='charity:water'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='grace'/><category term='God'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='book review'/><category term='choices'/><category term='change'/><category term='community'/><category term='journaling'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='stories'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='life'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>iamsarahjoy.</title><subtitle type='html'>............... i follow Jesus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6912129976053798495</id><published>2012-01-03T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T03:35:37.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say, life makes more sense in hindsight...</title><content type='html'>This might be long. I know I've said what a dreary year 2011 had been. But you know, it isn't until you look back at how God REALLY ANSWERED your prayers does it suddenly occur to you that 2011 might have been pretty darn amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what I asked God for in 2011 (a list written at Connect Group)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To know what God thinks of me - to be a girl who is really secure&lt;br /&gt;- in the last few months of 2011, I had multiple people tell me I'm the most 'princess-like' person they know and that I really carry myself like a princess and I really represent my name well. oh and I definitely found out what God thinks of me multiple times throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a book&lt;br /&gt;- okay... this can be carried forward :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be more encouraging to others and to myself too&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not sure about being encouraging to others, someone else will have to vouch for that. But personally, I've definitely learnt to encourage myself and also be a little less harsh on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a generous person and grateful too&lt;br /&gt;- This was not easy at times but I've seen my generosity levels go from zero to something I can honestly say I was proud of me in 2011. I learnt to give more than I ever expected to receive. I paid for more peoples meals than I'd ever done before. I gave without agenda. I gave because I loved people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sponsor a child&lt;br /&gt;- Okay. Now, I totally didn't look at this list till now. 2nd January 2012. I wrote this list probably in February 2011. Who would have imagined that our church would start Kingdom City 2 (Transform Cambodia)? Who would have imagined that Jane, Josh and I would buy flight tickets to Cambodia with no expectation or knowledge of us being able to have sponsored a child. But God knows the desires of our heart yes. Kingdom City 2 was launched on 27th November and the three of us flew to Cambodia on 13th December and got to meet &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Laiheang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (the little girl we sponsor) two days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, there were multiple events that really tested a lot of these areas of my life. I wrecked my phone beyond repair, which really pushed those insecurity buttons but gave God room to show me areas that I'd so cleverly hidden. I got into multiple accidents and even lost my laptop a few months later which tested faith, trust and all the fruits of the spirit you could ask for. Those events really brought out the dross and forced me to grow in grace, faith, forgiveness and confidence in who God is. I also definitely learnt to forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else really amazing happened though in 2011. &lt;b&gt;Kingdom City had its first Miracle Offering.&lt;/b&gt; I actually can't remember how much I gave. But I gave all I had with no possibility of replenishing my bank account via monthly paycheck. That was pretty scary. But hey, God had been teaching me generosity right. I also had no idea what to ask for when I gave though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after that offering, I was told my phone was able to be fixed - which was a miracle! In November, I got a macbook pro as a birthday present from my parents and my dad bought a Canon 60D - two things I've really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Eve, my parents also gave me a receipt stating that they'd purchased a car for me (as a belated birthday present). I'd never asked them for a car before so it was a really huge surprise. On that Sunday though, Esther (my amazing friend) reminded me that I did ask for a car at the beginning of the year, as a joke sort of. Which reminded me that when I had been talking to my students early on in the year about what they wanted for their birthday, I had jokingly said I wanted to have a birthday party and a car. God does have a huge sense of humour! Be careful what you joke about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after all these words, I'm beginning to see that God was with me every single step of the way. Bumps and all. So 2011 really was a year of faith and growth. I just forgot. I focused on everything I did wrong and on everything I missed. Bad perspective! Ah! I probably need to go have a 'gratefulness' session with God now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adding GRATEFULNESS to my list of Resolutions this year now - lest we forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, I also made soooooooo many new friends in 2011. That was good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u all, sj xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6912129976053798495?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6912129976053798495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2012/01/they-say-life-makes-more-sense-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6912129976053798495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6912129976053798495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2012/01/they-say-life-makes-more-sense-in.html' title='they say, life makes more sense in hindsight...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6773137352445192817</id><published>2011-12-31T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:29:01.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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No, I did not plan 12 words. But as I typed them out, I realizedthat there were 12. So here’s my little goal list for 2012. Not much of aresolution list but its a list.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pull out the dusty journals of my life that I’ve storedaway, dreams and all. This year, ask God to reawaken dreams that have beenshelved and dreams that have died. Ideas that had once been exploding insidethat I’ve found dampened, expectations that I’ve found killed – 2012 is time toreawaken and rediscover hope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kingdom City has stated that 2012’s theme is Strength. Butbeyond a church theme, I really want this to be my personal theme. Above allthe other words in this list, strength is one thing I really want to have.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Physicalstrength – exercise, eat healthy, sleep well&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72.0pt;"&gt;Mental strength – in Proverbs itsays that one must study to show thyself worthy; I want to memorize better,read more consistently, and use my mind for more than what I’ve used it in thepast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72.0pt;"&gt;Emotional strength – I’m a suckerin this area. Definitely need building here!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72.0pt;"&gt;Spiritual strength – to know Godmore intimately, to read, know, embrace and understand the Bible, to carryGod’s fragrance even more evidently than before, become a worshiper from theheart, to love God for real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I barely understand God’s grace and I still get amazed whenpeople show me grace but one thing I want to be better in is showing grace toothers. I’ve watched people who aren’t Christians show grace so much betterthan I ever have and if indeed I want to carry God’s fragrance even better thisyear, then I should be a better agent of grace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Focus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For someone with super a short attention span, this has beena challenge. Focusing on something instead of everything. I want to be able tostart well and end even better. I want to enjoy the journey but ensure I finishwhat I begin. I want to remain focused on what I need to do instead of getdistracted halfway and then do whatever I started halfheartedly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Growth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is self-explanatory I think. I want to see growth inall the areas listed here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rediscover childish wonder. I want to be able to be awed andamazed by even the simplest things.&amp;nbsp; Irefuse to allow people to tell me I’m just easily amused. I want to be easilyamused.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This ties a lot with focus. Regardless of the fact that I’mgoing to be having my hand in a whole lot of different things this year, I wantto be able to carry on the same passion from one thing to another. Not to treatanything less than another. To flow would mean, I’d be able to carry life intoevery area of work, play, study, relationships, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expansion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to expand my borders. Literally, I want to exploremore of the world. This doesn’t just mean to travel to foreign lands, but evento experience new things, places, cultures right here in my own backyard. Iwill continue my coffee/café adventures in the light of this of course!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intentional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be intentional about everything I do. I do not want tojust jump into things for the sake of doing something. From whom I go out withto what I eat for dinner to what I’m allowing my students to watch to what Ibuy at the grocery store to the movies I watch, I want to be intentional. I donot want to be mindless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Create&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If strength was to be my 2012 personal theme, create will bemy project. This year I want to squeeze every ounce of creativity out of me. Thisdoesn’t just mean I want to design more things or make better postcards; I wantto see me do everything more creatively. Find creative options for everything.My words have the power to create. I want to create environments for people tothrive in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Discipline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of all the above, this will hold it all together.Discipline. This has been my downfall my whole life. I’ve tried hard to be alot of things, that didn’t help. I tried being more spiritual, that obviouslyfailed. I tried to be more focused, that won’t work – not without discipline.If I cultivated proper discipline in my life, all the 10 points above will flowever so beautifully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This has to be the key to everything. Without love, it’llall be meaningless. We all know this. I know this. So in 2012, everything I domust be done out of love; to have a servant heart and serve in love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is going to be a fully amazing year; I am excited forit. I guess partly because I am saying ‘GOOD RIDDANCE’ to 2011 since it’s beenquite a bit of a blur for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also still am looking out for more coffee dates, and alsolooking for more people to send-and-receive postcards from.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! Have the best 2012 you can imagine!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;sj xoxo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6773137352445192817?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6773137352445192817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/12-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6773137352445192817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6773137352445192817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/12-words.html' title='12 Words.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7922882166374329847</id><published>2011-12-30T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:16:20.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but then again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Being grown up is about doing the hard stuff. It’s about finding joy and gratitude in the midst of horrible circumstances. It’s about not feeling “entitled” to your way or your comfort. It’s also about taking&amp;nbsp;initiative, not waiting to be asked. And, not resenting when you are asked to do something. Being grown up is about loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Being grown up is not about you. - Gail Hyatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7922882166374329847?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7922882166374329847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/but-then-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7922882166374329847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7922882166374329847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/but-then-again.html' title='but then again.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6997984894710625016</id><published>2011-12-30T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:12:24.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want for all of this to end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/acVjm2p2vDU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I sit looking at the traffic lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The red extinguishes the hope that the green ignites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to run away I want to ditch my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause all of my mistakes keep me awake at night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I just want for all of this to end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I so hate consequences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And running from you is what my best defense is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consequences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God, don't make me face up to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I so hate consequences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And running from you is what my best defense is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I know that I let you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't want to deal with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got tired of running from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped right there to catch my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There your words they caught my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You said, "I miss you son. Come home"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my sins, they watched me leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my heart I so believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love you felt for me was more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love I'd wished for all this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the doors were closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard no I told so's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said the words I knew you knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God, Oh God I needed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God all this time I needed you, I needed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New years don't necessarily mean new heart or new mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't just want a new &lt;i&gt;year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a new &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either that, or let's just quit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6997984894710625016?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6997984894710625016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/i-just-want-for-all-of-this-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6997984894710625016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6997984894710625016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/i-just-want-for-all-of-this-to-end.html' title='I just want for all of this to end!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/acVjm2p2vDU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-612617862378269849</id><published>2011-12-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:54:04.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Unfinished Thoughts: Grace, and whatever it may or may not mean.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get reminded about how much of a misfit I am. Okay, truth is I'm always aware of it. There's one person who's nicknamed me 'trouble'. I laugh at that name, because sometimes I think it's very true, sometimes I hope it's not true, some days it haunts me, then sometimes I don't care if it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation today about having "a call" upon ones life. You might have heard of this if you've been in 'christian circles' long enough. Some people grow up in Christian families, some others don't. Some are pastor's kids, some are just kids of doctors, lawyers or shopkeepers. Calling. I mentioned that some people have huge calls upon their lives, which then would imply that some people don't. You know, I don't know how this works and right now, I don't quite have the capacity to try make sense of it either. But it must be true somehow, seeing that certain people have bigger hurdles than others to get to where God wants you to be. Just like that saying "with great power comes great responsibility".. who decides who gets great power anyways? Likewise, who decides who gets huge callings and not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there's this thing about being a misfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love thinking about grace. No, really. It's a baffling thing that someone would entrust life into my hands. Let's not even talk about being entrusted with other peoples lives, let's just say I'm amazed God allowed me to live my life! Giving me free will and all. It's humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 28 a month ago. Nope, I'm not necessarily beaming with pride of where I have been or how far I've come. I'm not ashamed, just not sure how it all fits into a picture. I still have no idea what I'm doing and no idea where I'm headed either. What about 'calling' and 'destiny'? I have no idea. Most people work really hard to get to where they are, I've just sat on my ass all my life and waited. Yet, God has been good to me. Why? Shouldn't I be allocated the "lazy people shouldn't eat" rule as stated in Proverbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there's this thing called GRACE. Like I said, baffling. I wouldn't give me grace. I wouldn't give a lot of people grace. I might give some really nice, sweet people grace. But definitely not the majority of human beings living on this planet. But hey, thankfully I'm not God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been asked recently, why do bad things happen to good people then? Baffling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions!! So many questions! People ask them, I ask them, we all ask them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, grace. Grace grace grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was supposed to be cleaning my room. I'm not going out till I'm done. I'll continue this thought another time.... till then, feel free to add your two cents worth if you will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-612617862378269849?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/612617862378269849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/grace-and-whatever-it-may-or-may-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/612617862378269849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/612617862378269849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/grace-and-whatever-it-may-or-may-not.html' title='Unfinished Thoughts: Grace, and whatever it may or may not mean.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-1015350777483527015</id><published>2011-12-25T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:27:57.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas thoughts.</title><content type='html'>It's 2:18am on Christmas morning. Well, technically since I haven't slept it's still sorta Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;"All I want for Christmas is to experience, know and be more like the One who made me - and to discover and be exactly who he made me to be!" via @iamsarahjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Christmas tweet for ya and really, it's what I want for Christmas, and New Year and the rest of my life. I want to know who I was really made to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a jack of all trades kinda person. I'm fairly good at everything I put my hand to, SHOULD I WANT to put my hand to it. But seeing I have a very short attention span, it's meant that I never want to stick around doing one particular thing for long enough to master it. Except maybe, wait, nope, nothing. Sigh. So that leaves me knowing a little bit of everything but not really knowing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I freeze while having proper conversations with people. I find that I know so little that after a certain point in the conversation, I'm completely dumbing out. It's very frustrating and very frightening all at once. That's maybe why I get teary while talking to people. I hope people haven't noticed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my Christmas/New Year wish &amp;amp; resolution is - to find out the ONE THING that I will absolutely and fully pursue like my life depended on it. The ONE THING that people will go, "yup, that's Sarah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2012, I want to get EXCELLENT at something and stop being average at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I discover that being this jack-of-all-trades person is exactly who God designed me to be... hahaha I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occured to me, Sarai of the Bible, Abram's wife, pre-pregnancy &amp;amp; name change, laughed when she heard news that she was to be with child. Her name was changed to Sarah eventually yes. It also happens that MY middle name is Joy. Sarah &amp;amp; Joy kinda go hand in hand I guess, seeing that Sarah of the Bible laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:27am. Great!&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Christmas everyone! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPvbHi-rKB4/TvYnXc2qKII/AAAAAAAABPQ/k8k_FDs88qg/s1600/SJ-CHRISTMAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPvbHi-rKB4/TvYnXc2qKII/AAAAAAAABPQ/k8k_FDs88qg/s640/SJ-CHRISTMAS.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1015350777483527015?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1015350777483527015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/christmas-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1015350777483527015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1015350777483527015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/christmas-thoughts.html' title='Christmas thoughts.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPvbHi-rKB4/TvYnXc2qKII/AAAAAAAABPQ/k8k_FDs88qg/s72-c/SJ-CHRISTMAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-832131367939526188</id><published>2011-12-23T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:37:44.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Words.</title><content type='html'>So, the morning came. (well, actually I woke up when the afternoon came...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few after-thoughts from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ I know God is faithful. I'm a living testimony of that faithfulness and goodness and grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ I really want to bring this blog back to what I first envisioned it to be when I first started writing in 2001.. a place where people are able to not just come with me on a journey, but find God in their journeys through my discovery of who God made me and who God is at all. Therefore, ultra honest and unashamed thoughts only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Disclaimer: My thoughts may sound depressing every now and again, but believe me its all just part of the journey and the next blog post would most likely sound better than the last. At least that's the hope. Ha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/ I'm not just trusting God for another 2 weeks. New vows for a new year but in the meantime, I still need strength to trust him for the completion of these next two weeks. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/ It's a great day! I'm going to make Christmas gifts today... I think. And afterwards, I'm going out to watch Mia Palencia and Reza Salleh. If you're free tonight, come join me :D Christmas is not the time to be alone remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all who read.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo sj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-832131367939526188?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/832131367939526188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/after-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/832131367939526188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/832131367939526188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/after-words.html' title='After Words.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3989551611761073336</id><published>2011-12-23T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:04:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can I be really honest?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;It's &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; Christmas. Coldplay's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1rYmzQ8C9Q&amp;amp;ob=av2e" target="_blank"&gt;Christmas Lights&lt;/a&gt; has been on repeat in my head over and over as well as the line from City News (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KPTg0h-rcI&amp;amp;context=C3c26a7bADOEgsToPDskK9himF4rhTjLaAYA_bB2Ei" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;) Christmas @ Kingdom City promo saying "&lt;i&gt;Christmas is not a time to be alone, its a time to be shared&lt;/i&gt;" ringing loud and clear. Yet, I'm feeling the alone-ness even more than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;This year has been a really interesting one. Starting the year off with a vow to God that I'm giving him my 2011. There's a lot that goes with making a vow like that. I've discovered, albeit rather painfully sometimes, that God takes vows seriously and when you've also asked for help to fulfill vows, he actually helps! Needless to say, I've had a lot of &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; conversations with God all throughout this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Side note: I would have loved to handwrite this post but I maybe get words out a lot faster this way. Next time I'll write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So, I'm sitting here and I feel... empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I want to know answers. I want to understand certain things. I want to jump into some things and yet I want to run away from some others. I'm asking lots of questions in my head but not being able to find words to speak them out. Besides, I'm not sure who'd be willing to listen either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I've made a lot of friends this year. More friends made in the last 6 months than I've made in the last &lt;u&gt;6 years&lt;/u&gt; perhaps! By friends, I mean people who I call, text and make an effort to spend time with. Friends are great but there's still this sense of vacancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Grr. I just want to stop feeling. Take away all these emotions. I don't want to give out pieces of my heart anymore. I don't even want to be guarded. I just don't want to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't hate anyone. Right now, I hate my heart. I want it to stop beating - figuratively. At least for the next two weeks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I felt God ask me today, as I was about to burst into tears when the alone-ness and desperation hit me, and as He gently reminded me of my vow... "&lt;i&gt;but 2011 is not over yet.... can you trust me for another two weeks?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Two weeks?! That's a lot of days! But it's all about trust isn't it. This whole year has been about trust hasn't it. If I have trusted God all these 11.5 months, can I not trust him for another 0.5 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;"Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all...." maybe I want to go back to being away from home, at least I'm distracted half the time by feeling &lt;u&gt;homesick&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I'll be better tomorrow I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcOkDrrzH14/TvNxKP_pWJI/AAAAAAAABPE/jvvZqdj742c/s1600/20+Fishing.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcOkDrrzH14/TvNxKP_pWJI/AAAAAAAABPE/jvvZqdj742c/s320/20+Fishing.jpeg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3989551611761073336?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3989551611761073336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/nil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3989551611761073336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3989551611761073336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/nil.html' title='nil.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcOkDrrzH14/TvNxKP_pWJI/AAAAAAAABPE/jvvZqdj742c/s72-c/20+Fishing.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-2296876416934811327</id><published>2011-12-21T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T01:47:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here. almost home.</title><content type='html'>I've been living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I write a lot less when I live. No offense to people who write a lot. I'm just a terrible multi-tasker. Or maybe I've just been trying to do too many things that I haven't had much brain space to do the things I really want to do. Yeah, terrible multi-tasker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fizzled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had the amazing opportunity to travel over the last eight days. I count it such a privilege regardless of how much I'm yearning to get home. Home, more than it's ever been so real, is the prize for me. I heard it over and over again while I was at Hillsong, I thought it was a great and noble idea then. But now I understand it a lot more being away from home. However, I'd still love to travel more. They say absence makes the heart fonder right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been great. I've made new friends. I've seen new things. Done the whole experience thing. Really stepped out of my comfort zone. Been on an entire holiday without a single plan! That's new for me, being a planner and all. I've had moments of frustration due to the lack of plans and felt the insecurity of it, yet, I've found myself understanding grace a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to church on Sunday. &lt;a href="http://www.newsongbangkok.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Newsong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no real 'structure' to the whole deal. Church started whenever the majority of people sort of got around the 'stage' area, which wasn't much of a stage to begin with. It looked like a cafe, without chairs or tables. Everyone just mingled and ate the food that was served. Then they took their food or coffee with them, sat on whatever space they could find, sang along during worship or just watched, or even slept. A serious case of, come as you are. Even the 'sharing' was unconventional. Totally mind-blowing for a 'structure' junkie like me. YET, it was EXACTLY what I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*side note, if you're ever in Bangkok, you &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; visit Newsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;The last 10 days have been a major case of tension of parallels. I've also found out that; contrary to what I expected 2012 to bring; I am still going to be working at the kindergarten. A whole lot of "yet..." - I'm super out of my comfort zone. It would have been comfortable to leave the kindy, find a random job, do what I wanted to do for a change. YET, I will be starting 2012 with kids again, doing what I've been trying to stop doing and still not pursuing whatever "dream" I still have yet to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for now. I can't wait to get home tomorrow. Back to my messy room, which would be even messier with all the loot we've acquired on our travels. Time to tidy up, restructure my life, learn how to serve better and rediscover who God really made me to be. It's gonna be an interesting ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-2296876416934811327?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/2296876416934811327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/here-almost-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2296876416934811327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2296876416934811327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/12/here-almost-home.html' title='here. almost home.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-5551322211981160688</id><published>2011-12-14T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:33:32.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Oh yes, discovering. I used to hate change so very passionately and really disliked the idea of new people in life. Perhaps it was the fear that a new friend would change everything. Gosh, isn't that what it's supposed to be. Therefore my fear was truly unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, I've grown up a little bit since then and now really appreciate newness, new friends, and definitely loving change. I've not been more excited about the idea than at this present moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd honestly love to sit and write a ton more but alas I am again distracted, much like a cat (I really don't like cats) but yes, like a cat. There are showers to be taken, laundry to be hung out to dry and other things to be fidgetted with. Oh wait, fidgetted is not a word? Who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, the point I was trying to make really - I am going to challenge myself to list down 5 Things That Make Me Happy every week. This way, I'd be forced to discover, even when I don't feel like it, and forced to write (because I'm the most inconsistent writer on the planet) consistently. I'd also probably have to come up with some creative idea that... oh nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distraction is winning. I'm signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 Things of this week will be maybe coming up shortly. I am totally NOT enjoying using my parents old wonky laptop. I miss my laptop and I'm still so very sorry for being so careless and leaving it on the seat of my car for a nosy passer-by to take home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1314179344200222764?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1314179344200222764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/10/have-you-heard-coldplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1314179344200222764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1314179344200222764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/10/have-you-heard-coldplay.html' title='Have you heard Coldplay?'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3788305766161682436</id><published>2011-10-10T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:03:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless.</title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year again. The time where I start to get restless. The time when the year is readying for the close of yet another successful journey around the sun. Of course this also means the start of yet another exciting journey around the sun, hence the restlessness. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Year after year, the same old familiar restlessness comes back knocking at my door. Something new, something unknown and unfamiliar, something grand, something dangerous and requiring bravery, something great - it's as if it is calling my name from afar; yet, because I know not where or what, I have no knowledge of how to answer or respond. So I continue to stand, on guard, hopeful, ready to run; still its all just restlessness. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Perhaps if I stopped living in space of years, and start living as though it were just a continual journey; one that had no pauses or reruns around any suns, one that just kept going on like a road that never ends like the song - that one that says it never ends, or like Nyan Cat. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This coming close of the year seemingly brings a new uncertainty though. It's an exciting time. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So today is 40 days, then I start my own personal version of a new circle around the sun. Maybe that's why this time of a year holds even more restlessness than the average person. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Oh well. Reality is, I'm going to be on my knees because for the first time, if I don't get much of an answer come the start of the new circle, I might finally get my dream fulfilled - bum around. Oh but then, for those who do know me, the novelty really might only last a couple weeks. Haha, we'll see! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; For now, I probably should sleep. Goodnight world xx&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3788305766161682436?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3788305766161682436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/10/restless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3788305766161682436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3788305766161682436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/10/restless.html' title='restless.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-891007721139147231</id><published>2011-09-30T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:16:19.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so.</title><content type='html'>So we beat around the bush &lt;br/&gt; Bashful words &lt;br/&gt; Shy advances &lt;br/&gt; We slice, dice, weigh and measure our words &lt;br/&gt; All to say the right things &lt;br/&gt; To say the right words &lt;br/&gt; All at the right time &lt;br/&gt; One word out of place could jeopardize it all &lt;br/&gt; One single word could make this all fall apart &lt;br/&gt; We keep beating &lt;br/&gt; As though the bush had done us wrong &lt;br/&gt; Who decides what words to speak &lt;br/&gt; Who decides if the words come out right &lt;br/&gt; I type and retype  &lt;br/&gt; Form sentences out of finger taps on a little plastic screen &lt;br/&gt; Type &lt;br/&gt; Who decides what words to send &lt;br/&gt; And the bush keeps getting beaten &lt;br/&gt; We don't want anyone to find out we have no clue &lt;br/&gt; No idea at all &lt;br/&gt; No chance of even knowing  &lt;br/&gt; If the words we send are going to flower or fail &lt;br/&gt; Just keep beating then &lt;br/&gt; We'll probably never know&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-891007721139147231?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/891007721139147231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/891007721139147231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/891007721139147231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/so.html' title='so.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8988227021693790600</id><published>2011-09-28T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:03:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no!</title><content type='html'>but what's the point? &lt;br/&gt; Im tired of trying &lt;br/&gt; maybe id tried too hard &lt;br/&gt; when i tell you Im giving up &lt;br/&gt; i mean it &lt;br/&gt; i want to disappear from your world &lt;br/&gt; i almost wish ours never collided &lt;br/&gt; that if planets were gumballs &lt;br/&gt; id hope we never made it to the same jar &lt;br/&gt; Im tired of fighting &lt;br/&gt; not only to stay here &lt;br/&gt; but to stay real &lt;br/&gt; so i try to stop caring &lt;br/&gt; but my heart screams otherwise &lt;br/&gt; it won't let me quit &lt;br/&gt; i want to quit you &lt;br/&gt; i want to quit me &lt;br/&gt; no! &lt;br/&gt; erase. &lt;br/&gt; remind. &lt;br/&gt; no! &lt;br/&gt; rewind!  &lt;br/&gt; goodbye. &lt;br/&gt; x&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8988227021693790600?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8988227021693790600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/no_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8988227021693790600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8988227021693790600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/no_28.html' title='no!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4034104690607624181</id><published>2011-09-21T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:15:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no!</title><content type='html'>No! You can't take me out. Im not done here. You can't take away my confidence either. Psalm 27:13.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You can shut up your lies. I am not interested. I know who i am and whose i am. My identity is not determined by what i have or haven't done, how I've messed up or made good. My Father does not love me less, neither does my faith affect his goodness and faithfulness.  &lt;br/&gt; I am secure. I know that i have been chosen, positioned, anointed, appointed, called, FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; NO! YOU CANNOT HAVE ANY PART OF ME! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I am loved.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4034104690607624181?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4034104690607624181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4034104690607624181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4034104690607624181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/no.html' title='no!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-5067938535817069235</id><published>2011-09-20T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:37:58.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacant.</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder if people notice the vacant stares. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Do they see the empty shows of affection.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Do they notice the shallow conversation made to fulfill an obligation.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Does anyone see past the outgoing enthusiastic leader? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Or do we all fail to see that she's feeling more and more withdrawn the more people she meets and the bigger the responsibility becomes.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Some days, starting over is the worst and scariest thing ever.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-5067938535817069235?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/5067938535817069235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/vacant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5067938535817069235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5067938535817069235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/vacant.html' title='vacant.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-1124461882237190201</id><published>2011-09-19T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:38:05.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>What is it about loss? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Does the regret of 'should have-could have' make the reality even more bitter? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What is the big deal with losing things? Attachment? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I want to be free of the attachment then.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Start over. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1124461882237190201?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1124461882237190201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1124461882237190201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1124461882237190201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6888990499757738095</id><published>2011-09-18T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:07:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because it matters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-1hllAhSXLA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6888990499757738095?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6888990499757738095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/because-it-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6888990499757738095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6888990499757738095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/09/because-it-matters.html' title='because it matters!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-1hllAhSXLA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3002443708523430572</id><published>2011-08-24T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:45:18.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hello friends and family who gave so generously to my Charity Water twentyseventh birthday campaign....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just wanted to let you know, that this right here (&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/p/myprojectsview?project_id=ET.GOH.Q4.09.048.218" style="color: #196b7b;" target="_blank"&gt;http://mycharitywater.org/p/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;myprojectsview?project_id=ET.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;GOH.Q4.09.048.218&lt;/a&gt;) has been possible because of each one of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We helped 28 people get clean water for 10 years. We have given them a chance at life. Each and every one of these people matter and I'm so excited that because of our contribution, it is possible for them to survive past the age of 45, its is possible for them to have a career, live in prosperity and even live to see their grandkids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;This has really renewed my almost disappeared vision for living larger than myself and my small circle of friends and my small community but helped me remember that our purpose on earth really is for so much more. I hope it renews yours too if at all it's felt a bit cloudy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thanks for doing life with me. Let's not get tired in being a blessing hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28104222?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=0e70e3" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/28104222"&gt;The 2011 September Campaign. Our 5-year-anniversary video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/charitywater"&gt;charity: water&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3002443708523430572?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3002443708523430572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3002443708523430572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3002443708523430572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/08/update.html' title='An Update:'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8974978674061811393</id><published>2011-07-29T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:55:13.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cadence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquabumps.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/20110725-red-rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsP6bq0M0U/TjJTQLR-FRI/AAAAAAAABDk/Mo5q-6zTjx0/s1600/20110725-red-rocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture credit: &lt;a href="http://www.aquabumps.com/2011/07/25/red-rock-beach-erosion-red-rocks-south-bondi/"&gt;Aquabumps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't write very much these days, maybe because I've been busy or perhaps distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When one is busy or distracted, one does not have much mind-space for dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's how it's been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel the creative bits of my brain have been starving. Starving for some dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Starving for a taste of heaven. For a drop of inspiration to fall in and breathe life into my eyes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had some moments to sit and stare at people a couple days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh it was inspiring and invigorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's where the magic is. God was on to something when he breathed life into humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When he breathed life into us, it didn't quite end with breath, it was so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He deposited bits of Himself in each and every one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ha! I love watching magic unfold before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My naive-ness tells me there is good in everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am determined to find the treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am convinced that paradise is right here on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's found in each and every one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I must make time to sit and dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rediscover magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's in here somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What's your magic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RtTffbq6If8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;p/s: crazy kudos to Uge of Aquabumps... his photos make me want to jump on planes back to sydney just to embrace the beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8974978674061811393?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8974978674061811393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/07/cadence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8974978674061811393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8974978674061811393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/07/cadence.html' title='cadence.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsP6bq0M0U/TjJTQLR-FRI/AAAAAAAABDk/Mo5q-6zTjx0/s72-c/20110725-red-rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8925962351058445171</id><published>2011-07-23T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:57:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="309" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14803194?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14803194"&gt;Thought of You&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/woodward"&gt;Ryan J Woodward&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know paths cross for a reason and we go through seasons and seasons must come to an end too. I just wish my heart didn't have to take it all so personally sometimes. But then again, isn't the world a lot more beautiful when everything is felt, I mean, really really felt with the heart. Ah, but hearts break. Seasons. mmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8925962351058445171?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8925962351058445171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/07/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8925962351058445171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8925962351058445171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/07/maybe.html' title='maybe...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6766097248774992137</id><published>2011-07-12T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:39:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><content type='html'>I've not been around. Not necessarily physically gone. Just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotionally lost. Mentally distracted. Spiritually empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even attempting to look for me. Sarah's walked out the door and I have no will to go looking for her. A month ago, I was convinced I had discovered the new improved Sarah and believed I loved her. Today, I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I maybe for a moment thought I'd discovered who God made me to be and then I suddenly wonder if I wasn't supposed to be that at all. Maybe the old me was good. Maybe there's a newer me waiting to be discovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a few weeks I was loving the 'breaking-out-of-shell' process and now I'm in the 'get-me-out-of-here' process because it's dawned on me that I'm in unfamiliar territory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that feeling? When you are running into an unknown place, it's exhilarating all at first and some 25% in you feels awkward and then this is when you have a choice to push forward OR to turn and run back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, some part of me wonders if I've lost the plot to begin with. Maybe that's why I'm feeling discouraged moving forward. I have no idea why or what I'm doing here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just procrastinating while there are a hundred things I really should be doing right at this moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lg6Vd0l6Z2Y/ThwjxRs12EI/AAAAAAAABCk/JwnYtdOk9vY/s1600/walkwithme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lg6Vd0l6Z2Y/ThwjxRs12EI/AAAAAAAABCk/JwnYtdOk9vY/s640/walkwithme.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6766097248774992137?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6766097248774992137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/07/mmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6766097248774992137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6766097248774992137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/07/mmm.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lg6Vd0l6Z2Y/ThwjxRs12EI/AAAAAAAABCk/JwnYtdOk9vY/s72-c/walkwithme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-1946490196591949126</id><published>2011-05-22T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T03:30:03.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not back. not yet.</title><content type='html'>so i've come to the realization that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the event that everything else in the world is driving one insane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very much advisable to look inside oneself and change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the issue is most likely in ones heart and mindset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as opposed to everything else being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1946490196591949126?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1946490196591949126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/05/im-not-back-not-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1946490196591949126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1946490196591949126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/05/im-not-back-not-yet.html' title='i&apos;m not back. not yet.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3635225879925994185</id><published>2011-03-30T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T01:24:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say knitting is boring...</title><content type='html'>Oh I wish I had some photos to show you but I'm really excited that I finally learnt how to knit today! (my iPhone screen got shattered yet again hence why the no pictures. boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of wanting to learn how to knit, it dawned on me that YouTube has just about everything you want to know about anything at all. So I checked it out and discovered there were tutorial videos for knitting! (who would've guessed?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out today and got myself knitting needles and some yarn and set out to make myself a scarf just in time for me to fly to (cold) Melbourne in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't be fooled though, knitting is NOT AS EASY AS IT LOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are kind of numb, my eyes are really tired and most of all, I'm impatient to see the finished product - YET, I'm only at row number 4, or was it 5? Oh yes, and not to mention when the needle slipped out and the yarn came undone and I had to re-do an entire row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from my first experience with knitting..... I've discovered:::&lt;br /&gt;1) Knitting is a patience inducing activity - one requires much of it to see this through; even the most experienced knitters would still require time to complete the work.&lt;br /&gt;2) Knitting requires well thought planning - even if one is knitting a plain, single coloured scarf; planning still required when buying yarn, deciding how wide or long it will be, knowing exactly how many rolls of yarn, which needle size, etc...&lt;br /&gt;3) Knitting is intentional - one can't just throw some yarn together to make it into a scarf&lt;br /&gt;4) Contact required when knitting - knitting is a contact sport. you'll have the yarn all over you. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am really excited that I've finally learnt how to knit. One more thing checked off my Bucket List and picked up the skill needed for the Things To Do (When I Grow Old) List too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND most importantly, this is what I learnt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-seif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-seif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-seif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;knit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt; me together in my mother’s womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My eyes were opened today. I am enlightened. A total epiphanous moment for me. God KNIT ME together in my mother's womb!!! Brings a whole new meaning to this verse eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was intentional when He created me, that I already knew. But what I never realized was that God had to get down and dirty while knitting me. He'd have the yarn of Sarah Joy all over him while knitting. He took TIME to make and form me, exactly the way He wanted, in the exact shape, colour, size, personality, etc... He didn't just "think me into being" nor did he "speak me into being", He KNIT ME INTO BEING! Oh yeah! He put time and effort into making me. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He KNIT YOU too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a God-boost to my frail sense of identity - definitely printing this out and pasting it in a very prominent place. Maybe I'll print a few :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm also certain when I was knit, God definitely used lots of colourful yarn. I'm definitely not a plain, single coloured scarf! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3uw-nUvGrBY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3635225879925994185?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3635225879925994185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/they-say-knitting-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3635225879925994185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3635225879925994185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/they-say-knitting-is-boring.html' title='They say knitting is boring...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3uw-nUvGrBY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4143999101603074440</id><published>2011-03-15T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:24:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts about Clay.</title><content type='html'>Hah! It's 1:08am and I'm still awake. Not really by choice to be honest but I've been busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a go a clay-making, pottery or whatever it is you'd call it. I bought some air-dry clay at the store tonight and I thought I was going to leave it packaged till another day when I had more energy and time to play around with it, until I saw a huge tear in the corner of the pack that had some clay exposed. My immediate response was to start working on it and I'm pretty sure God had it all in His mind for this to happen. Guess so He could share a little bit more of Himself with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 lessons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about God I'd learnt from my first clay-making attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The maker has the end in mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, looking at a plain, unmolded piece of clay - the possibilities are endless. I could've made ANYTHING but I had a plan and I knew exactly what I wanted this piece of clay to look like. I bought this clay for a purpose and I was going to get it to look like that no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I love this. So reminded about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.us/Rom8.28.MSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.us/Jer29.11.MSG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20139:13-18&amp;amp;version=NLT" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Psalm 138:13-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; and a host of other verses in the Bible that tells me that God has a plan. He's always had this plan. He knows the end of my story and even though all I may look to Him now is a really crappy piece of clay, He's got some serious strategies as to how He's going to get me to look exactly like what He knows I will look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Clay has a mind of it's own.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding! When attempting to make this chunk of clay, to shape it and design it into what I wanted, and just when I thought I had it sorted, it goes and cracks up here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I attempt to run my life more often than not and go off and try to move God to where I am instead of moving to where He is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Clay is mold-able, as long as it remains wet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Thankfully so. Or else I'd have had to throw the clay out and started over with a new chunk. But for as long as it was still wet and I still had water to add to it, I could reshape it however I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ha, thankfully, as a piece of clay, all I have to be is mold-able. As long as I allow Him to pour His spirit into me, the water of life, He can keep molding and remolding to His hearts content.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Patience required.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh indeed much patience was required. It was pretty darn annoying when the clay kept going out of shape or when it cracked up in places I didn't need it to but I had to be patient and slowly add more water, add a little bit more clay and keep working at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patience required, not just by the Maker but my the clay too. At times, it really doesn't make sense. Especially in the waiting season. Dang, it's tough! But molding the clay today reminded me that it sometimes may take longer than I'd imagine (seriously, took 1 1/2 hours on this lump of clay today) and as a piece of clay I can only be patient and wait on the Maker to make me beautiful in His time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The maker won't give up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the clay attempted to do, I was just determined to see this through. I wanted to do this and I was going to do it. Even if I had to break it all up and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wooh. Isn't that so relieving to know. Because I certainly forget all the previous points too often. So knowing this, is really a boost to my sense of security and worth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. The maker could start over if necessary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True this! If at all this lump of clay was going seriously out of shape and was really all too messed up, I could've just rolled it all up and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I for one hate this idea the most. Start over? Sounds painful. BUT I'm sure on a restart there's more possibility that it'll look a lot better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. It may not be 'perfect' but it will still be beautiful in the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it will be beautiful. It may not be super perfect but the maker will love anything it makes. Obviously. How can I not love what I just made? I can't stop looking at it. I can't wait for it to dry so I can continue working on it, to paint it and make it even more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like this. I like that it's all going to make sense in the end. It surely has to anyways. That's what the finale is for. My life is not a horror movie that leaves you hanging in the end... it's a love-story that ends beautifully.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. The maker loves showing off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I definitely can't wait to show this off! I can't wait for my family to wake up in the morning and see my creation. I can't wait to get friends over and show it off. In fact, I'll show it off now.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somehow, I need to be reminded of this one more often. Think I should print this out and remind myself daily that God is super proud of me. I'm His prized creation. Mmm yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ddVHpZV-3-w/TX5YhFz3SpI/AAAAAAAABBs/-EoWHT2NWs8/s1600/211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ddVHpZV-3-w/TX5YhFz3SpI/AAAAAAAABBs/-EoWHT2NWs8/s400/211.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from this sleepyhead. I figured I needed to get this out before bed or else I'd dream this all away.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh it's 2:10am. Goodnight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sj xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4143999101603074440?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4143999101603074440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/some-thoughts-about-clay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4143999101603074440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4143999101603074440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/some-thoughts-about-clay.html' title='Some thoughts about Clay.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ddVHpZV-3-w/TX5YhFz3SpI/AAAAAAAABBs/-EoWHT2NWs8/s72-c/211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6891316737787217718</id><published>2011-03-08T12:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:00:02.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 66:1-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iXpSiXfLOHg/TXUFRgORhvI/AAAAAAAABBk/uu1mZlflMcI/s1600/Isa+66+Memory+Verse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iXpSiXfLOHg/TXUFRgORhvI/AAAAAAAABBk/uu1mZlflMcI/s1600/Isa+66+Memory+Verse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they say when you write it out, it helps with memorizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6891316737787217718?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6891316737787217718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/isaiah-661-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6891316737787217718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6891316737787217718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/isaiah-661-2.html' title='Isaiah 66:1-2'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iXpSiXfLOHg/TXUFRgORhvI/AAAAAAAABBk/uu1mZlflMcI/s72-c/Isa+66+Memory+Verse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-5748215291390355029</id><published>2011-03-07T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:22:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything around's breaking down to chaos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESZrPjX9Gv4/TXTw26F3psI/AAAAAAAABBg/QU8JxZLrkSs/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESZrPjX9Gv4/TXTw26F3psI/AAAAAAAABBg/QU8JxZLrkSs/s400/018.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you tell I'm a pretty messy girl. I also really like colours. I'm rather disorganized on the whole. I like the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say it's very unlike a girl to be messy. As a personal assistant, I should probably be a lot more organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I don't have a method to the madness but it works. The madness works for me. I seem to thrive in the midst of chaos. When it gets too quiet, my mind automatically tells me it's time to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are days I want everything to be organized, to make sense, to be less chaotic. Those are the days I really really need some rest. And yup, as you would have guessed, those are the very days rest is illusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all this, I've learnt that if I start the day having "waited" on God, no matter what gets thrown at me, I have the assurance that He's got my back. Just like Mutemath says, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I know you stay true when my world is false, everything around's breaking down to chaos, I always see you when my sight is lost."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;They spread their wings and soar like eagles,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;They run and don’t get tired,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;they walk and don’t lag behind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Isaiah 40:31&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-5748215291390355029?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/5748215291390355029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/everything-arounds-breaking-down-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5748215291390355029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5748215291390355029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/everything-arounds-breaking-down-to.html' title='everything around&apos;s breaking down to chaos.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESZrPjX9Gv4/TXTw26F3psI/AAAAAAAABBg/QU8JxZLrkSs/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6064250482824062918</id><published>2011-03-06T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:07:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. It must seem like I dropped dead or fell off the face of the planet. But no, I've been here. Attempting to write, okay not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been super spread thin lately. I'm not sure how to fix this problem. Maybe it's the lack of writing that's causing the non-clear-headedness OR maybe it's the non-clear-headedness that is causing the lack of writing. Oh yes, this sounds like a "which came first?" riddle. No, I think the chicken came first. Pretty sure God made animals, NOT eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to make it up to you, I made this. Hope it makes your day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bEgTTsnF2eg/TXO7BX21wkI/AAAAAAAABBc/rPRdhNcH5PM/s1600/incredible.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bEgTTsnF2eg/TXO7BX21wkI/AAAAAAAABBc/rPRdhNcH5PM/s640/incredible.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, sj xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: to answer any questions about merchandise, yes i am looking to get some out there soon. will keep you posted! thanksss xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6064250482824062918?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6064250482824062918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6064250482824062918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6064250482824062918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bEgTTsnF2eg/TXO7BX21wkI/AAAAAAAABBc/rPRdhNcH5PM/s72-c/incredible.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-9223136477582448137</id><published>2011-01-20T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:14:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believing vs expecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TThPul6mkOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/19d3ZuCkzto/s1600/bathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TThPul6mkOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/19d3ZuCkzto/s320/bathroom.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to Adeline, I have been inspired to draw. I've never seen myself being any good at drawing (other than squares and lollipop flowers) but a few words of 'belief' from her has really brought out the inner artist in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that in a conversation today, we discovered that there is a distinct difference between 'expectation' and 'belief'. Expecting someone to be who we think/know they can be is so absolutely opposite from believing in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word telling someone you believe in them could potentially change their whole life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this drawing thing has been something I've been dreaming about. I've been dreaming about making notebooks, postcards, thank you cards, t-shirts etc.. and felt limited by my inability to draw and never really made anything with it. I love that Adeline points out the little that inspired me to dream bigger. Now, I am inspired and I will be practicing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of belief from my amazing senior pastor has also stirred me to pursue God like never before. I love that someone sees past my present circumstances and insecurities, sees me through a different set of glasses and sees me for what I can be instead of what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am back online people! Sorry for the looooooooooooooooooong absence... but I'm back now!&lt;br /&gt;SO STAY TUNED! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-9223136477582448137?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/9223136477582448137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/01/believing-vs-expecting.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9223136477582448137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9223136477582448137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/01/believing-vs-expecting.html' title='believing vs expecting'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TThPul6mkOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/19d3ZuCkzto/s72-c/bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7189563690559848889</id><published>2011-01-06T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:48:18.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you resolve to take it slow but then you realize that the world doesn't stop spinning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to catch up. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I feel so helpless and inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days that I feel super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, most days I just want the earth to stop spinning for a while. Just enough for me to catch my breath, recharge full proper and allow life to make a little bit more sense than it does at the speed it goes now. Just enough for me to collect my thoughts, write something and stop leaving the pages blank because I'm running too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whizzzz.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7189563690559848889?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7189563690559848889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/01/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7189563690559848889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7189563690559848889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2011/01/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-9026892624555122047</id><published>2010-12-20T21:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:54:18.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet Review &amp; Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every now and again I come across someone's blog or book or an article that makes me wish I lived in their town and have the privilege of being their friend. &lt;a href="http://www.shaunaniequist.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shauna Niequist&lt;/a&gt; is now one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0310328160/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=ATVPDKIKX0DER" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TQ9QeB_hJ5I/AAAAAAAABA4/So0ndk17hHU/s320/bittersweeet.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been reading her latest book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0310328160/ref=ord_cart_shr?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=ATVPDKIKX0DER" target="_blank"&gt;Bittersweet &lt;/a&gt;and in it I've discovered treasure upon treasure which makes me want to tear out entire pages, fold them up and keep them in my purse for a quick recap whenever I find time. Bittersweet really is like a collection of blog posts or essays and at the end of each and every essay (chapter), I've found myself wishing I could leave a comment, or type out the entire essay and post it on Facebook so to share with everyone else like I'd just discovered lost treasure beneath the ocean. I've had to read it slowly in order to savour every word and allow it to sink in and resonate through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Shauna writes is so raw and real; so much that it feels like I've had the privilege of sitting across her, having lots of dinners while sharing stories at her &lt;a href="http://www.shaunaniequist.com/blog/2010/11/5/fall-dinner-party.html" target="_blank"&gt;scarred table&lt;/a&gt;. She doesn't pretend to have it all figured out, neither does she speak in 'Christianese' or give me a 'how-to' lecture but all the while making sure she reminds me how important it is to keep God, the church and families close. (Oh, they would've been really awesome dinners!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the way she has dealt with the rough patches, pain and loss that I could identify with, or maybe it's the fact that I could relate to the fact that she isn't as 'perfect' as you'd expect a pastors kid to be, or maybe its the fact that she loves food, or even that she struggles with saying "No" whilst trying to do everything and more than one could possibly fit into 24 hours. All this making me constantly want to tweet her and say, "OMG, ME TOO!!!" This is just to say;&amp;nbsp;I've learnt so much from this book and I'd definitely be re-reading it many times over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that really have struck me hard are: &lt;i&gt;GRACE, CREATING,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;HOME TEAMS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;ON GRACE:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If arithmetic is numbers, and if algebra is numbers and letters, then grace is numbers, letters, sounds, and tears, feelings and dreams. Grace is smashing the calculator, and using all the broken buttons and pieces to make a mosaic.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace isn't about having a second chance; grace is having so many chances that you could use them through all eternity and never come up empty. It's when you finally realize that the other shoe isn't going to drop, ever. It's the moment you&amp;nbsp;feel&amp;nbsp;as precious and handmade as every star, when you feel., finally, at home for the very first time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace is when you finally stop keeping score and when you realize that God never was, that his game is a different one entirely. Grace is when the silence is so complete that you can hear your own heartbeat, and right&amp;nbsp;within&amp;nbsp;your ribs, God's beating heart, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I used to think that the ability to turn back time would be the greatest possible gift, so that I could undo all the things I wish I hadn't done. But grace is an ever better gift, because it allows me to do more than just erase; it allows me to become more than I was when I did those things. It's forgiveness without forgetting, which is much sweeter than amnesia."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;ON CREATING:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We create because we were made to create, having been made in the image of God, whose first role was Creator. He was and is a million different things, but in the beginning, he was a creator. That means something for us, I think. We were made to be the things that he is: forgivers, redeemers, second chance-givers, truth-tellers, hope-bringers. And we were certainly, absolutely, made to be creators.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you were made to create, you won't feel whole and healthy and alive until you do. My husband is a pianist and songwriter, and you can set a time by his need to play and create. If it's been too long, I can feel it in our house, like something gone bad in the refrigerator or a dead mouse in the walls.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Get up. Create like you're training for a marathon, methodically, day by day. Learn your tricks, find a friend, leave the dishes dirty in the sink for a while. This is your chance to become what you believe deep in your secret heart you might be. You are an artist, a guide, a prophet. You are a storyteller, a visionary, the Pied Piper himself. Do the work, learn the skills, and make art, because of what the act of creation will create in you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;ON HOME TEAMS:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Lately, I've been working hard on my commitment to the home team. Everybody has a home team: it's the people you call when you gets a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It's the people who, near or far, know everything that's wrong with you and love you anyways.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are two reasons you need to know who your home team is. First, you need to know who they are because they need you. These are the people you visit in the hospital no matter what. These are the people whose weddings you attend, no matter how far the destination is or what terrible thing they've chosen for you to wear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The second reason you need to know who your home team is, is because then you know who your home team is not. Everyone else is everyone else. You may be tempted to have a hundred close friends and relatives on your home team."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; THE GIVEAWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're reading this post and loving it, there's good news! Shauna and her team have been so kind and they've allowed me to review this book and also give a signed copy away! Yes, this means you have the chance to get this book for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All you have to do is leave me a comment on this post and answer these two questions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;a) What has been a major bittersweet moment in your life? and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;b) Name me a book/movie/person who inspired you or helped you through that time in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have until the &lt;u&gt;28th of December 2010 (Tuesday)&lt;/u&gt; to submit your comments. After which I will pick a winner (and contact you for your details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE WINNER IS: Sarah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy commenting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, sj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TQ9ImkNH-ZI/AAAAAAAABA0/ZMP9dQhn4rk/s1600/SNiequist2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TQ9ImkNH-ZI/AAAAAAAABA0/ZMP9dQhn4rk/s200/SNiequist2.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Shauna Niequist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt; is the author of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Her second book&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way, &lt;/i&gt;will release this summer.&amp;nbsp; She lives outside Chicago with her husband Aaron and their son Henry.&amp;nbsp; She studied English and French literature at Westmont College in Santa Barbara, and worked at Willow Creek for five years and at Mars Hill in Grand Rapids for three years. &amp;nbsp;Shauna loves to travel, eat, read and host dinner parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;p/s: Shauna is also the daughter of Bill Hybels, Senior Pastor of Willow Creek Community Church, a great leader and author of many amazing books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-9026892624555122047?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/9026892624555122047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/12/bittersweet-review-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9026892624555122047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9026892624555122047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/12/bittersweet-review-giveaway.html' title='Bittersweet Review &amp; Giveaway'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TQ9QeB_hJ5I/AAAAAAAABA4/So0ndk17hHU/s72-c/bittersweeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4802009632664108985</id><published>2010-12-19T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:39:01.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>I'm back. again. yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost 20 days since I last paid a visit this way and many many apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Life gets busy heh and I've been trying to catch my breath. I'm really not sure how to fix the priorities and learn to say 'no' so that I'm not constantly half-dead attempting to do more than one can fit into 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways to make it up to you, I'm doing a book review tomorrow and with it, a book giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, A GIVEAWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned, tell all your friends about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back! Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4802009632664108985?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4802009632664108985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/12/im-back-again-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4802009632664108985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4802009632664108985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/12/im-back-again-yes.html' title='I&apos;m back. again. yes.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-1655013033941407840</id><published>2010-12-03T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:39:29.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>there's plenty of time for coffee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TPfiZmMfLfI/AAAAAAAABAw/5s_LxDf07Gg/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TPfiZmMfLfI/AAAAAAAABAw/5s_LxDf07Gg/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TPfiZmMfLfI/AAAAAAAABAw/5s_LxDf07Gg/s400/074.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again... the time to collect STAMPS at Starbucks. So Jane and I have been there religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, I have begun drinking black coffee and with a tumbler, it's really quite a steal - all to collect stamps as quickly as we can! We've also had very nice Baristas give us additional stamps, and some have even given us stamps for the wrong size drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Tonight, we got to hang out with friends. That's really what I love about a Starbucks date. Starbucks is for chillaxing. I don't necessarily like doing work there.. I just like being able to plonk myself on one of the couches and have a really random or even meaningful conversation with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;What's your favourite thing to do at a coffee place...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;**In other news: Really quite bummed about the World Cup 2018 and 2022 Host Countries. Timing people, timing!! Shrugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1655013033941407840?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1655013033941407840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/12/theres-plenty-of-time-for-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1655013033941407840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1655013033941407840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/12/theres-plenty-of-time-for-coffee.html' title='there&apos;s plenty of time for coffee...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TPfiZmMfLfI/AAAAAAAABAw/5s_LxDf07Gg/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4320131422180404285</id><published>2010-11-23T16:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:35:19.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>P.R.A.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOuKdx_zlaI/AAAAAAAABAo/5iXsfDBc-JQ/s1600/pray+cslewis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOuKdx_zlaI/AAAAAAAABAo/5iXsfDBc-JQ/s1600/pray+cslewis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOuKdx_zlaI/AAAAAAAABAo/5iXsfDBc-JQ/s400/pray+cslewis.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love that praying for what's happening all around the world helps remind me that it's not all about me and my friends and my little community. Kicks me out of feeling depressed or miserable. It reminds me that I shouldn't just be so internally focused and just praying that God will bless me and my family. That prayer is so much more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Right now I'm praying for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Koreas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Praying for the situation in The Koreas right now with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a class="mention" contenteditable="false" href="http://www.ihop.org/Publisher/Article.aspx?ID=1000058181" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: default; text-decoration: none;" tabindex="-1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span contenteditable="false" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;International House of Prayer Official Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- praying for God's mercy and peace to be poured out and for Godly leadership to arise and God's wisdom for the leaders in both North &amp;amp; South Korea and also in the governments that are working together with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cambodia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Praying also for our friends in Cambodia and all the families who have lost loved ones in the stampede and also for speedy recovery to those who are injured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Zealand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Praying for the Miners in New Zealand too. For comfort and peace to the families and Godly wisdom to the government and the rescuers. Praying also for speedy rescue for those trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There has never been a time where prayer isn't needed in the nations of the world but now more than ever there are rumours of war, natural disasters and so many more issues plaguing the world. It's somewhat scary but I know Our God is BIGGER THAN ANYTHING! I'm so thankful that Our God is not limited to any individual country and that we can pray anywhere in the world and God can move wherever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't underestimate the power of your prayer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are you praying for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4320131422180404285?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4320131422180404285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4320131422180404285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4320131422180404285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/pray.html' title='P.R.A.Y.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOuKdx_zlaI/AAAAAAAABAo/5iXsfDBc-JQ/s72-c/pray+cslewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-152968429611675159</id><published>2010-11-19T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:35:40.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity:water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>twenty7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obligatory birthday photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOaXf6aRLbI/AAAAAAAABAc/jEs-VY7E4AM/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOaXf6aRLbI/AAAAAAAABAc/jEs-VY7E4AM/s400/27.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes,&lt;br /&gt;I made it to&lt;br /&gt;twenty-seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God for every person He's placed in my life. So grateful for my family, the community around me, this country, my church, &amp;nbsp;schoolmates, and just about every other person I've ever come in contact with who have helped in the shaping of the person I am today. Still have a long ways to go BUT so glad I've made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the years ahead to matter. To count in the light of eternity. I am not just going to live to eventually get married, have kids and live a seemingly 'good life.' I want to live for more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without forgetting, you can help people that I want to help by giving to My Charity: Water Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;Please give the gift of water to those who do not have the option to waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Love xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmSkVb_IlI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Rz0UWIJ_X1U/s640/20.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-152968429611675159?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/152968429611675159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/twenty7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/152968429611675159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/152968429611675159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/twenty7.html' title='twenty7.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TOaXf6aRLbI/AAAAAAAABAc/jEs-VY7E4AM/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8239693725196296333</id><published>2010-11-11T16:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:55:46.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TNurX81cjYI/AAAAAAAABAY/urw6WphHg8s/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TNurX81cjYI/AAAAAAAABAY/urw6WphHg8s/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOooOOOooooOOOOoooOO!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO WORK!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is a horrible thing. I know I'm doing it and still I consciously make the choice to sit on my butt and NOT move! I am so unmotivated, blah and so dead to the world. Like if I bury my head in the ground, time will cease until I am ready to make my reappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that is not true for the real world. Time is still ticking away and deadlines are fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is what I've been spending my time procrastinating over. They aren't bad, in fact very good stuff, but in my case - VERY BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite blog reads over the last two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIENDS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creatively talented ones:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Khoo &amp;amp; his ultra genius self...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nickkhoo.com/2010/11/10/my-unreal-reel-of-2010/" target="_blank"&gt;My Unreal Reel Of 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I love to brag that I personally know Nick Khoo. Need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Joy &amp;amp; her gorgeousness...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kathrynjoy.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/a-little-creative-inspiration-it-just-so-happens-to-be-good-for-the-earth/" target="_blank"&gt;A Little Creative Inspiration - It Just So Happens To Be Good For The Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always so amazed at Kathryn's creativity and how she comes up with amazing stuff for the Kids ministry at Hillsong BUT as I read her blog and see what she's reading, I realize more and more that you are what you read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wise ones:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Lim &amp;amp; her amazing view of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://promisesareforkeeps.blogspot.com/2010/11/value.html" target="_blank"&gt;Value&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends and always on the lookout to discover God in every thing. I love how she sees the world and I am grateful to have her remind me every time I forget how faithful God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW (YET WISH I DID):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Nobles &amp;amp; her daily treasure chest of goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lindseynobles.com/2010/11/helping-others-help-you/" target="_blank"&gt;Helping Others Help You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey constantly posts goodies that inspire. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill McCloghry &amp;amp; her incredibly inspiring faithhopelove journey...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jillmccloghry.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-weeks.html" target="_blank"&gt;Final Weeks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her story has been a really amazing one and now that she is merely days away from seeing the&amp;nbsp;fulfillment&amp;nbsp;of a dream and a promise, I am constantly reminded that My God is Bigger and He is definitely LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna Niequist &amp;amp; her amazing food...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.shaunaniequist.com/blog/2010/11/5/fall-dinner-party.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fall Dinner Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I seriously want a bigger house/table/kitchen and I seriously want to cook and have a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Hyatt &amp;amp; amazing leadership lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://michaelhyatt.com/how-leaders-make-tough-decisions.html" target="_blank"&gt;How Leaders Make Tough Decisions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His leadership lessons are definitely worth taking note of. If I wasn't trying to help our planet stay green, I'd print out many of his blog posts and paste them on my wall. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE READS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8239693725196296333?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8239693725196296333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8239693725196296333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8239693725196296333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TNurX81cjYI/AAAAAAAABAY/urw6WphHg8s/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4305597298889654766</id><published>2010-11-05T11:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:10:54.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TNOAwOdK4GI/AAAAAAAABAM/e3XJm8ogU2A/s320/angry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a pretty whacked out three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to help pack, move, set up an apartment that wasn't mine which made it doubly hard because we weren't sure what to/not pack. But it was a fun experience and the new apartment looks stunning which makes it worth all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been prepping my kindy kids for their Annual Concert. Dance and choreography is definitely NOT one of my gifts/talents. I do it because I have to not because I'm good at it. That's been a huge challenge and definitely high-emotions due to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second job has not been without challenge either. From moving apartments to sorting appointments - it's all rather foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all this, one thing that's really stood out is:::::: I am a very angry person. I get angry faster than you can say "happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, I admit it. Everyone should be on "high" alert when I'm in a sticky and testy situation. Always had anger issues and it shows more so now that it's been a very stretching and growing season (not that any other season is any less demanding). No doubt I've loved the stretching and growth but I've reacted really badly in most situations. Silence, yelling, door-slamming, more silence. To be honest, no one else suffers more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has always been one of my coping mechanisms and honestly, I'm not sure how to fix it except to go to God and sit at His feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you deal when you're in a testing and stretching season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: the above photo was taken when I was between 5 and 7 years old. my dad showing me how my face looks like when I'm throwing a tantrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" 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href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TNOAwOdK4GI/AAAAAAAABAM/e3XJm8ogU2A/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-628450121850688290</id><published>2010-11-04T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:17:14.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Food for Thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16430345" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-628450121850688290?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/628450121850688290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/628450121850688290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/628450121850688290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-176268536725572813</id><published>2010-10-26T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:23:43.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity:water'/><title type='text'>HIS.TO.RY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savebluelikejazz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TMbpsra7mFI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JCGuvtGXs7E/s640/saveblj.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's amazing what a company of people can do. Over four thousand people gave. Large amounts and small. But we all contributed to creating history. I am so honoured to be a part of it. I helped make history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just fuels my imagination for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More of what each of us can bring to the communities around us. &amp;nbsp;IF we chose to put aside our differences, put aside prejudice, get off our lazy couches, stop being apathetic and start being ACTIVE! Imagine what we could do for the people in our worlds and outside of our worlds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE! WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!!! WE CAN MAKE HISTORY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aaaah... I am going to bed full of dreams tonight for sure!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmSkVb_IlI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Rz0UWIJ_X1U/s640/20.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-176268536725572813?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/176268536725572813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/176268536725572813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/176268536725572813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/history.html' title='HIS.TO.RY!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TMbpsra7mFI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JCGuvtGXs7E/s72-c/saveblj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6898426908500248194</id><published>2010-10-24T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:26:33.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What could be more important than breakfast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TMMOKEFjsUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/KR4InlSFbrM/s640/128.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;O Lord, grant me to greet the coming day in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Help me in all things to rely upon Your holy will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;In every hour of the day reveal Your will to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Bless my dealings with all who surround me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Teach me to treat all that comes to me throughout the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;with peace of soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;and with the firm conviction that Your will governs all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;In all my deeds and words guide my thoughts and feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;In unforseen events let me not forget that all are sent by You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Teach me to act firmly and wisely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;without embittering or embarrassing others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Give me strength to bear the fatigue of this coming day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;with all that it will bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Direct my will, teach me to pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;pray Yourself in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philaret_of_Moscow" target="_blank"&gt;-Morning Prayer of Philaret of Moscow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmSkVb_IlI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Rz0UWIJ_X1U/s640/20.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6898426908500248194?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6898426908500248194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/what-could-be-more-important-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6898426908500248194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6898426908500248194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/what-could-be-more-important-than.html' title='What could be more important than breakfast?'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TMMOKEFjsUI/AAAAAAAAA_w/KR4InlSFbrM/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3295142260697400370</id><published>2010-10-21T00:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:09:56.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity:water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human trafficking'/><title type='text'>the case of a choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/3518615" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TL8MhQ1_KsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IobOL52IZkM/s640/3518615.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the pasar malam (night street market) tonight to get my dinner and I came across this fancy little gadget to chop garlic, onions, etc. It seemed like it would've been a fun thing to buy and of course it would reduce my time spent on chopping ingredients and save my hands from extra work - and it only cost RM 10. I think I stood there for a good 10 minutes contemplating if I should spend that money and an extra RM 3 for an extra blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there and watched as people just walked up and bought this gadget without thinking twice when they hear that it's RM 10, I couldn't help but wonder if I should just get it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart told me otherwise. My heart told me that I could do with an extra five minutes of cooking time chopping garlic and I could do without a whole bunch of other things. I could do without the whole stack of extra clothes, shoes and bags sitting in my wardrobe. I could do without a lot of random non-necessities of life and invest that money in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, what if we all did this? What if we all made conscious choices to NOT spend our money on unnecessary things, expensive coffee or burgers and invest that money instead in a worthy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charity_organization" target="_blank"&gt;Cause&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.micahchallenge.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Micah Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;aims to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;halve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; poverty by the year 2015. I believe it can be done. Each one of us taking responsibility for how we use our finance and our resources. Many many organizations worldwide are seeking to see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_day_slavery" target="_blank"&gt;Modern Day Slavery&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_trafficking" target="_blank"&gt;Human Trafficking&lt;/a&gt; become a bad memory that's faded into the distance; &lt;a href="http://www.tenaganita.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Tenaganita&lt;/a&gt; is one of the local ones for me. Many other organizations aim to do a whole lot more things to contribute towards making the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this note, I believe that prayer is not enough. It's not enough to just get on our knees and cry. It's our responsibility as the church, the body of Christ, the hands and feet of God Himself; to be, well, the hands and feet of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"God expected His people to eradicate Poverty. Not welfare systems or governments. HIS People."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Donna Crouch // Hillsong Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is this another plug for my &lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;charity : water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; campaign, not really. Why did I start this campaign? To shake myself out from slumber and from having an excuse to stay ignorant. However, do I think WATER will contribute to ending poverty by 2015? &lt;b&gt;I believe it can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just think about it: &lt;/b&gt;If people have clean water, they won't fall sick carrying 40pounds of water on their back and walking for hours under the hot sun only to get sicker from contaminated water - they'd stay alive. Parents will be alive to raise their kids. They will be able to grow crops and work the land and earn a living and wouldn't have to sell their children to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_trafficking" target="_blank"&gt;human traffickers&lt;/a&gt;. People would be able to sustain themselves and their families! Isn't that a good start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TL8PbLJfsQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HqfYs8iPHmM/s640/rwanda_clean_well.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are going to be random arguments about how government and laws and all that crap still play a huge significant role in the reason there is poverty to begin with. BUT! I'm tired of arguing about how the government and lawmakers need to change and/or have an encounter with God. It's a sorry excuse to sit on our asses and not do anything while we ignore the people around us who are victims of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_day_slavery" target="_blank"&gt;modern day slavery&lt;/a&gt;, being&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_trafficking" target="_blank"&gt;trafficked&lt;/a&gt; and die from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_notifiable_diseases" target="_blank"&gt;diseases&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We can be the change. I can be the change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It starts with one conscious choice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I walked away without buying that chopping gadget. I believe I made the right choice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmSkVb_IlI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Rz0UWIJ_X1U/s640/20.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/3518615" target="_blank"&gt;Panoramio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3295142260697400370?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3295142260697400370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/case-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3295142260697400370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3295142260697400370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/case-of-choice.html' title='the case of a choice.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TL8MhQ1_KsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IobOL52IZkM/s72-c/3518615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7667441858114061618</id><published>2010-10-16T18:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:35:33.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity:water'/><title type='text'>The Birthday Present Request.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know this may be a little crazy. The goal may be a little huge. I have no idea how to raise this much money. BUT I'm hopeful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmBKyFDlPI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Y8tfHkg3izE/s1600/charity_water.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We live in a time where access is the norm. We throw food out because we ordered too much or left it in the fridge and forgot about it. We buy buy buy when it's the sales without a thought, without ever stopping to consider if it's really what we need. We take long showers and drink Coca Cola just because water is boring. I do this all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My access could be the answer to someone's need.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I know we can make a difference in this world and impact eternity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So here's the challenge::::&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm turning 27 (ha, yes already!), and instead of asking for gifts, I'm asking for $27 or more from everyone I know. It's not going to me, though. All of it is going to build freshwater wells for people in developing nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmSkVb_IlI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Rz0UWIJ_X1U/s640/20.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A billion people in the world are living without clean water - but how much are they really living? Millions contract deadly diseases from contaminated water. 45,000 people will die this week alone. The lucky ones won't, but still walk hours each day to get dirty water to give to their families.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;My birthday wish this year is not for more gifts I don't need; it's to give clean and safe drinking water to some of the billion living without it. I want to make my birthday matter this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spread the word. Please join me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://mycharitywater.org/iamsarahjoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;p/s: I have 76 days from today so every dollar counts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charitywater.org/schools/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://www.charitywater.org/media/banners/728x90_water.jpg" style="border-color: #CCC;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;please note: Because of charity: water's unique model, 100% of all donations go directly to direct water projects costs, and each donation is "proved" and tracked to the village it helped when projects are complete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7667441858114061618?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7667441858114061618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/birthday-present-request.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7667441858114061618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7667441858114061618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/birthday-present-request.html' title='The Birthday Present Request.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLmBKyFDlPI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Y8tfHkg3izE/s72-c/charity_water.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3298269146238508516</id><published>2010-10-15T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:34:57.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity:water'/><title type='text'>I Can Be The Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLidJ2k-8DI/AAAAAAAAA-o/3lP6tai0dzA/s1600/change.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="481" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLidJ2k-8DI/AAAAAAAAA-o/3lP6tai0dzA/s640/change.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;br /&gt;Change is a subject that is really resonating in my life right now. It's evident in every thing I see and every area of my life. At every turn, I'm most aware of change (or the lack of).&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I am excited discovering the changes that are happening in the world but on the other hand there is so much more that can change.&lt;br /&gt;We are not there yet. Humanity has not arrived.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stop, sit back and admire our handiwork. Our work here is not yet complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see more of it.&lt;br /&gt;I hear people talking about government and honestly, I do not understand a word of what is said. I'll be the first to admit, I'm gullible enough to believe whatever I read in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;However, I can make a difference the way only I can. I can be the change right in my social circles and now with the vastness of social media, I can now be involved in more ways than one could've ever imagined merely 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of sitting around waiting for the world to change; I'm going out there and I'm going to get involved, make my voice heard, give give give until it hurts and love; yes LOVE; because Love is what WILL Change the World!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3298269146238508516?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3298269146238508516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/i-can-be-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3298269146238508516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3298269146238508516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/i-can-be-change.html' title='I Can Be The Change.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLidJ2k-8DI/AAAAAAAAA-o/3lP6tai0dzA/s72-c/change.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6048548242036213153</id><published>2010-10-11T23:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:30:40.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Thing About Treasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLMuJt6iZuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K4nkcwqG1ps/s640/google-logo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would like to thank Google for always being there for me. Yes, it's true folks: in Google I trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm joking. But I really am grateful to the creators and facilitators of Google who make it possible for hundreds, and thousands and even millions(!) of people to upload and post stuff online so that people like me can learn all about everything there is to be learnt without paying a single dime or asking a single (real) friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, no, I'll leave you with this:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/iamsarahjoy" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLMs1sge6UI/AAAAAAAAA9g/sCmuK2v6soM/s640/iPhone-649.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nehemiah 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 For the entire twelve years that I was governor of Judah—from the twentieth year to the thirty-second year of the reign of King Artaxerxess —neither I nor my officials drew on our official food allowance.15 The former governors, in contrast, had laid heavy burdens on the people, demanding a daily ration of food and wine, besides forty piecess of silver. Even their assistants took advantage of the people. But because I feared God, I did not act that way.&lt;br /&gt;16 I also devoted myself to working on the wall and refused to acquire any land. And I required all my servants to spend time working on the wall.17 I asked for nothing, even though I regularly fed 150 Jewish officials at my table, besides all the visitors from other lands!18 The provisions I paid for each day included one ox, six choice sheep or goats, and a large number of poultry. And every ten days we needed a large supply of all kinds of wine. Yet I refused to claim the governor's food allowance because the people already carried a heavy burden.&lt;br /&gt;19 &lt;b&gt;Remember, O my God, all that I have done for these people, and bless me for it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how you'll interpret this verse &lt;i&gt;(v19)&lt;/i&gt; after reading through Chapter 5, but when I read it I totally loved to think that Nehemiah said this to God not because he was thick-skinned and lacked humility but because he had the right perspective and understood the principle of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(what we now call)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'building the Kingdom'. He was given the mandate to rebuild the wall and to serve the people, but instead of claiming his 'pay' from the people or even from what was allocated him; he knew exactly where and from whom he was claiming his benefits! He was going to receive his dues in his heavenly bank - which will last for eternity. How awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it! I hope that in my own life, I'll always have the right perspective when it comes to serving, people, worship and everything else. I don't want to ever forget where my reward truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Luke 12:34 (MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Logo picture source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.intomobile.com/2010/09/09/google-pleased-with-apple-iphone-developers-terms-of-service/" target="_blank"&gt;IntoMobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6048548242036213153?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6048548242036213153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/thing-about-treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6048548242036213153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6048548242036213153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/thing-about-treasure.html' title='The Thing About Treasure...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLMuJt6iZuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K4nkcwqG1ps/s72-c/google-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-1845716448331147115</id><published>2010-10-10T23:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:32:08.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>tententen (on journeys and hindsights)</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I'd like to shout out to &lt;a href="http://promisesareforkeeps.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sarah Lim&lt;/a&gt; - her recent &lt;i&gt;blogpost&lt;/i&gt; is just so raw, so unashamedly real, and just the simplicity of her faith constantly inspires me. I love the reminder that life isn't meant to be attempted on our own but IN CHRIST, it makes all the sense! I'm blessed to have a friend in her and my life is better for it. I can't wait till she decides to up and move back home for good. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=509520367" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLHcGcCTWQI/AAAAAAAAA78/gNiL8-FqmaU/s1600/344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an interesting season in my life lately. Learning about love and relationships, reconnecting with old friends, discovering the joys of making new ones, seeing a different perspective of the organization part of church, learning to serve in a different capacity, understanding more and more how my life can &lt;i&gt;and will&lt;/i&gt; change the world, and seeing life-in-general from a completely different angle. Oh, might I add that I have begun a new &lt;i&gt;(every alternate week)&lt;/i&gt; sugar-free life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all this is part of growth yes, and growth is not fun because growing requires expanding, which really is the same as stretching. &lt;b&gt;Nobody likes stretching!&lt;/b&gt; (Unless you're &lt;a href="http://dailymuscle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Noel&lt;/a&gt; and his merry band of exercising &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/transformationcamp" target="_blank"&gt;followers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, regardless of the fact that growing is messy and often unplanned, mostly ridiculous and sometimes annoying; I am thoroughly enjoying the journey. I've come to the point where growth has become quite enjoyable. Nope, not because I'm a sadist and enjoy inflicting pain upon myself but I've rationalized that growth means I'm progressing, life is actually going somewhere and I'm not stagnant and breeding deadly Aedes mosquitoes that will eventually cause people to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality: I've personally discovered that when I'm not learning or growing, I'm really quite an angry person and can cause so much hurt to people around me. Reminded that my life influences people around me whether I like it or not, I definitely do not want to be spreading death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The point of this blog:&lt;/b&gt; If you're on a &lt;i&gt;journey&lt;/i&gt; and at a point in life where it feels all a bit too messy and uncoordinated and unplanned and yucky and stretchy and stuff like that, just buckle up and enjoy the ride! Remember that life makes most sense in hindsight and if we don't go on any journeys, there will be no hindsights to reflect on. Mmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I'd also want to thank God for creating music, creating ears to enjoy music and creating hearts to be happy from it. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a lovely week ahead. &lt;b&gt;xoxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1845716448331147115?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1845716448331147115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/tententen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1845716448331147115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1845716448331147115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/tententen.html' title='tententen (on journeys and hindsights)'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TLHcGcCTWQI/AAAAAAAAA78/gNiL8-FqmaU/s72-c/344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4265917030047411347</id><published>2010-10-08T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:33:41.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Of human experiences and three year olds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaidaeniellewedding.shutterfly.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TK9LOqGt9SI/AAAAAAAAA74/i1_dMrOB0Mg/s640/Reception_0093+(1).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a three year old kid hang out in our home today and then follow us to work. He's a student who lives weekdays with his teacher who is a family friend who my mum had invited to go to a dinner and we had the privilege of babysitting him - yes literally BABYSIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. I felt like my patience was tested because he was so 'untrained' at the same time this little fella was really quite witty and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was watching him while we were on our way home from work, I was just amused to think that this little boy is only behaving the way he knows to. And then I began to think about our human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of life is about learning and growing, developing our minds, social skills, physical skills and just about everything else. And the way we learn? Observing others. Be it parents, teachers, friends, media, peers, workmates, students, children, random strangers, celebrities, the list goes on and on. We are who we are based on who we are watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I suddenly felt responsible almost for the human experience and development of every other person on the planet. One way or another I am influencing people around me. I am a leader in some sort of capacity. I sell a lifestyle without realizing or even trying. We all do. Each and every one of us plays this part all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just part and parcel of the human experience. Without it, there would be no experience. We were created to be relational beings. To learn, develop and grow through observation and conflict too. But conflict is a whole 'nother topic altogether when it's 12.45am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I should feel pressured to perform a certain way, but I realize the weight of how I live will affect people and so I need to be a better steward of my life and the human experience I am offering the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.... those are my midnight thoughts. I will leave it at this and continue to ponder upon these things in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you have a lovely night or day (wherever you may be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://jaidaeniellewedding.shutterfly.com/" target="_blank"&gt;PHOTO CREDITS: Jai &amp;amp; Daenielle's Wedding Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4265917030047411347?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4265917030047411347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/of-human-experiences-and-three-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4265917030047411347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4265917030047411347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/of-human-experiences-and-three-year.html' title='Of human experiences and three year olds.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TK9LOqGt9SI/AAAAAAAAA74/i1_dMrOB0Mg/s72-c/Reception_0093+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7798525566155393809</id><published>2010-10-06T17:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:25.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Blue Like Jazz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="281" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15291726" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT! I pledged money towards the &lt;a href="http://www.savebluelikejazz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Save Blue Like Jazz&lt;/a&gt; (the movie) fund!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I understand that there will be people who argue that we should be donating our money to other more noble causes (eg. Africa, Haiti, India, etc) and some would argue lots of other things. Personally, I decided it's worth my money. If I can spend hundreds of Ringgit and/or Dollars (oh yes, I have spent lots of money getting stuff shipped from America too) on shopping, food and other random unnecessary things, then I should be able to give towards a movie that would have potential to change someone's perception of God, religion, spirituality, the Church, Christians, life in general?! Yeah, that's pushing it a little bit far to assume a movie could change someone's life for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard and seen the opposite happen as a result of movies. Kids jumping out of windows (or attempting to, ahem *cough* my little brother) because they thought Spiderman's powers were real, or kids walking into schools and shooting their friends, young girls experimenting with diets, and even bullimia, young people the world over thinking smoking, drinking and sex before marriage is acceptable and even cool. These are the bad effects, so why can't the media have a positive effect? Why can't we, the people of the world, believe that media can have the power to transform someone's life for good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I believe it can be done. Lately, I've become more and more passionate to see Media being used to influence people for good. And I believe that if we want to see change in media, then we should stop praying about it or shutting the media world out but rather, get involved! Be the voice that will inspire change. Lend finances towards projects that will if you aren't a media person. We all have a part to play. We all can inspire change one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write some random thoughts about media and social networking and how Burger King has extended their burger promotion for today. But, I'm hearing the sound of my washing machine beep telling me it's time to throw the laundry into the dryer. Oh yes, thank you God for the people who invented the dryer. Am I ever grateful! And thank God for my dad who bought the dryer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mid-week Wednesday everyone. Stay blessed. Eat healthy. Live large!!&lt;br /&gt;Much love. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: In case you were wondering, I do give to other charitable causes whenever I can. Mmhmm, yes just because I can and peoples lives matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTSCRIPT: 7 Oct 2010 - We did it! We saved the movie in 10 days with 18 days to spare!! Power to the people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TK2oWSB0dCI/AAAAAAAAA70/qNv-cKyPJ4E/s1600/saved.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TK2oWSB0dCI/AAAAAAAAA70/qNv-cKyPJ4E/s1600/saved.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7798525566155393809?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7798525566155393809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/blue-like-jazz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7798525566155393809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7798525566155393809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/blue-like-jazz.html' title='Blue Like Jazz.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TK2oWSB0dCI/AAAAAAAAA70/qNv-cKyPJ4E/s72-c/saved.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3280548563105499956</id><published>2010-10-05T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:57:52.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>of coffee's and D.N.A's and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TKtdL5xVSaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/gQ7QV8D6K98/s1600/iPhone+1402.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TKtdL5xVSaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/gQ7QV8D6K98/s400/iPhone+1402.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I concur, oooh yes, concur. That's a pretty word.&lt;br /&gt;Concurred that if I just make it a practice to write constantly, regardless of whether I have lots to say or just little, as long as I continue to write, I'll get better at it.&amp;nbsp;If I ever was planning to become a real writer, then shouldn't I practice writing more? I read in &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/donmilleris" target="_blank"&gt;Don Miller's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Million Miles In A Thousand Years that his advice for people who want to become writers, is to read and memorize. I suppose I could start with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had the privilege today to have coffee and go shopping with a very good friend of my senior pastors, she and her husband are also senior pastors of a rad church. It's one of the perks of my new job as PA to my senior pastors. I get to help play host to the guests. I'm really loving this part of the job; not that I don't love any other part of it; but this part is probably one of the real perks of it - getting to host and spend time with amazing men and women of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has stood out to me after my time at Hillsong College was - &lt;i&gt;(as &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BillJohnsonBJM" target="_blank"&gt;Bill Johnson&lt;/a&gt; would say)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;"if you want to kill a giant, follow a giant killer!"&lt;/b&gt; - and really, it just means to sit under, to serve, to be as a shadow to, and however else you'd like to do it. But really; at the end of the day; the point is to spend so much time with these people whom God is blessing, doing amazing things through and anointed that one becomes not so much an outright copy but more a reproduction of the same-type DNA. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(yeah, for lack of better word right now, DNA is what it is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make is, I loved that I got to spend time with this amazing woman. She was downright nice and real. Yeah, that was it. She was just so real. There was no pretense, no air, no holier-than-thou feel at all. I love that God's doing amazing things through such an ordinary person who's given up her ordinary life so that God can do extraordinary things through her! I'd love some of what she's having too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of this, a little bit of that. I don't know about you, but I want to be a giant killer, therefore, sign me up to follow giant killers. Even if I have to wash their feet, clean their homes, do their laundry or babysit their kids - I'm all for it! I've heard that in order to be great, one has to become a servant. This isn't necessarily my attempt to pave a way for my greatness; if anything, it really is if I can have just 10% of what some of these amazing leaders have, it'll be Christmas for me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/b&gt; When God repairs us He makes us better; don't believe the lie that you still are who you used to be -&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/bobgoff" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Goff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed sleep and/or day! Much love xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3280548563105499956?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3280548563105499956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/of-dnas-and-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3280548563105499956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3280548563105499956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/of-dnas-and-such.html' title='of coffee&apos;s and D.N.A&apos;s and such.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TKtdL5xVSaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/gQ7QV8D6K98/s72-c/iPhone+1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-556813565628688451</id><published>2010-10-04T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:58:00.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>overload.</title><content type='html'>i think!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm trying to do too many things all at once.&lt;br /&gt;read. work. plan. organize. brainstorm. think. read. work. help.&lt;br /&gt;and after all that, attempting to sit and write is really a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;i encounter and experience so much in every day that my mind is overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;so overwhelmed that as i try to form and articulate some assortment of words together to share all that happens, i find that because so much IS happening, i am just dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;there seem to be no words because there are too many.&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason why i haven't been writing.&lt;br /&gt;not because i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;not because i'm too busy.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe because i'm too busy.&lt;br /&gt;mostly, my mind is too busy.&lt;br /&gt;but i love writing.&lt;br /&gt;it helps me figure life out.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's safe to say that as i muddle my way through the mess that is life, and all the while not stopping long enough to write, i am really just walking around quite numbly.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is maybe the word i am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;numb.&lt;br /&gt;it's not making much sense at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;well, just barely.&lt;br /&gt;God is teaching me heaps.&lt;br /&gt;and then there are spaces where my mind can't absorb any more.&lt;br /&gt;today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;some space to wind down and let it make sense.&lt;br /&gt;let life just open up and show me what pearls it's been creating in and through me.&lt;br /&gt;wind down days are good then.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it's not been a terrible time at all.&lt;br /&gt;in fact quite the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;i'm throughly loving everything that is part of the mess of life.&lt;br /&gt;family. friends. church. work. etc.&lt;br /&gt;it's just maybe i'm not accustomed to having such a full life.&lt;br /&gt;not yet.&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;so i still don't know what revelation-type words i should write here today.&lt;br /&gt;all except, it's good to take time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;rest.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm going to rest today.&lt;br /&gt;mind. soul. body.&lt;br /&gt;ah, bring out the masques.&lt;br /&gt;happy monday everyone xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. hope you don't mind the transitional blog template.&lt;br /&gt;in all that's going on, i just haven't had the capacity to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-556813565628688451?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/556813565628688451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/556813565628688451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/556813565628688451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/overload.html' title='overload.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3516106063063267572</id><published>2010-10-03T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:03:07.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>the words that matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2515896/September"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TKdyWt7Ba7I/AAAAAAAAA7k/EQJtdO4i6nU/s400/sept.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3516106063063267572?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3516106063063267572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/10/words-that-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3516106063063267572'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>just to say.</title><content type='html'>Considering it's 3am and I'm still awake, I have decided that I will no longer drink tea after 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm just writing a blog so you know I'm alive. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 84&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Korah Psalm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1-2 &lt;b&gt;What a beautiful home, God-of-the-Angel-Armies! I've always longed to live in a place like this,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Always dreamed of a room in your house,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;where I could sing for joy to God-alive!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3-4 Birds find nooks and crannies in your house,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;sparrows and swallows make nests there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They lay their eggs and raise their young,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;singing their songs in the place where we worship.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How blessed they are to live and sing there!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;5-7 &lt;b&gt;And how blessed all those in whom you live,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;whose lives become roads you travel;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;at the last turn—Zion! God in full view!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;8-9 &lt;b&gt;God-of-the-Angel-Armies, listen:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O God of Jacob, open your ears—I'm praying!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Look at our shields, glistening in the sun,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;our faces, shining with your gracious anointing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;10-12 &lt;b&gt;One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'd rather scrub floors in the house of my God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All sunshine and sovereign is God,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;generous in gifts and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He doesn't scrimp with his traveling companions.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's smooth sailing all the way with God-of-the-Angel-Armies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I am absolutely and fully in {love} and I couldn't be in a more wonderful position than here. I love Your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I'm really going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-466626056051988183?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/466626056051988183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/just-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/466626056051988183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/466626056051988183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/just-to-say.html' title='just to say.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-5997505058682598221</id><published>2010-09-19T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:03:07.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>so.</title><content type='html'>Hunger. There is a craving in me for the presence of God. I don't just want the normal. I want more. Nothing else is occupying my thoughts and mind these days. I don't really care if I don't fit in. I know I need to be close to God. Everything else pales in comparison.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there will be seasons that I won't feel this way. But I'm really thankful for this season anyhow. Desperation, pursuit, hunger. I'm not complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get in the river until the river gets in me. Bring the glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-5997505058682598221?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/5997505058682598221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5997505058682598221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5997505058682598221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/so.html' title='so.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6326968653037893977</id><published>2010-09-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:00:38.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>every day is a good day!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to a dear friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://promisesareforkeeps.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;SARAH LIM&lt;/a&gt;!! One of the more amazing women of our generation and destined for incredible things! Believing you're going to have an amazing birthday week and get pampered beyond your imagination. You are indeed precious and loved!!! much love fellow princess xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm happy to inform you that I'm getting over my prejudice against dogs. Well, starting with Libby. I fed her, let her out to play, gave her heaps of treats and bought lots of yummy things for her to eat. I'm getting pretty good at this! Maybe this way I can take the {does not want dogs} requirement off my "potential husband" list. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, God's been teaching me about {L O V E} which I'll write about when I have more 'sitting-down-at-the-computer-because-I-don't-have-anything-else-to-do' time. For now, I'm off to live life (in the real world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho love.&lt;br /&gt;sj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6326968653037893977?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6326968653037893977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/every-day-is-good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6326968653037893977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6326968653037893977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/every-day-is-good-day.html' title='every day is a good day!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6901313642301193135</id><published>2010-09-06T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:25.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>h o m e.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TIStxGHICNI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4Iugm63aUWE/s1600/453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TIStxGHICNI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4Iugm63aUWE/s320/453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sits below my bed, above my table, beside the ladder, along with lots of lights, (one of many) favourite things in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I love being home and cooped up in my room. You could even say it's therapeutic for me. No matter where I am, or where I've planned to go, I'm always always looking forward to get home and be in my room. So much so, I've chosen to stay home while the rest of my family has gone off for a fishing &amp;nbsp;holiday in the hills. (Yes, I get to spend some quality time with Libby and my dad's fish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, it reminds me that HOME is always the PRIZE. It's something I learnt while at Hillsong. While many of them are constantly travelling for various reasons, they never get lost. Home has always been the prize for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, Malaysia is home to me, and now I can say, I don't just know I need to be here, I know I WANT to be here. This is home. This is the prize. There's no where else I'd rather be at this point in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love sj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6901313642301193135?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6901313642301193135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/h-o-m-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6901313642301193135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6901313642301193135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/09/h-o-m-e.html' title='h o m e.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TIStxGHICNI/AAAAAAAAA7I/4Iugm63aUWE/s72-c/453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8005720104776785152</id><published>2010-08-24T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:25.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Halfway.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, apologies for being absent for a pretty long time. We were busy &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;building&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - literally! Unfortunately I forgot to take photos of the finished product but I will get it and post it for all to see asap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I was just thinking; TODAY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY IN HISTORY! Today, not tomorrow and definitely not yesterday. &lt;b&gt;Today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard that how we act and react in THIS MOMENT can and will affect tomorrow and the days that follow. &lt;i&gt;It can not and will never affect yesterday.&lt;/i&gt; Therefore, today, this very moment in time, is probably one of the most important moments in the history of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with my most important moment right now? Typing at a keyboard, nursing a thumb that was &lt;i&gt;stabbed&lt;/i&gt; by a mini screwdriver minutes ago, listening to my sister's metronome and bass guitar as she attempts to learn a new song and me attempting to write a list of things that I'll need to bring for Kingdom City's EMPOWER 2010! Ooh yeah! Not very monumental I reckon. This doesn't sound like a very monumental blogpost either. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely we cannot for the life of us be doing things that will affect tomorrow &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;every single moment of every day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; BUT I do reckon we need to look at our lives and feel challenged about how we are living life on a day to day basis. &lt;b&gt;Who are we influencing or reaching? &lt;/b&gt;Every day heaps of people die sad and lonely deaths every where around the world and is it possible that our actions and reactions could potentially save them from that? Could we perhaps be more aware of the fact that every day is in fact the most important day maybe not in our own personal lives but in the life of someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts. I know I don't live in the capacity I am fully capable of. Partially due to apathy and laziness, partially because at some point I really don't feel like I could care less for people. True story, I feel that way more often than I should. Therefore, this blogpost should create some sense of urgency for no one else but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I honestly believed that I would one day change the world. I don't know if I still believe that nor am I convinced that I could ever accomplish such a mad feat. However, maybe if I start with loving the people in my world, like seriously really loving them. &lt;b&gt;Allowing my heart to be broken if need be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Togetherness.&lt;/b&gt; God's really been messing me up about that one. I hate together-times. I'd rather have a good time with my close group of friends (even if half the time I don't feel like I like them very much at all) and leave out everyone else. But this corporate fast and the upcoming camp has really been getting under my skin revealing my need for a revelation of togetherness. This is where &lt;b&gt;I CHOOSE&lt;/b&gt; to be a together person, starting with the week that just went by (with the building project) and of course this coming camp! It seems a little mad but I'm all for it! It could make all the difference in the world. It could also be the MOST VERY IMPORTANT DAY IN HISTORY! Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, sj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8005720104776785152?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8005720104776785152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/halfway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8005720104776785152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8005720104776785152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/halfway.html' title='Halfway.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8091325881788656750</id><published>2010-08-11T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:25.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>100 days.</title><content type='html'>I read this on&lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2010/08/10/excerpt-from-bittersweet-from-shauna-niequist/" target="_blank"&gt; Don Miller's blog &lt;/a&gt;today&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(okay technically it was yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It's an excerpt from a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bittersweet-Thoughts-Change-Grace-Learning/dp/0310328160/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1279605437&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Bitterswee&lt;/a&gt;t by &lt;a href="http://www.shaunaniequist.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shauna Niequist&lt;/a&gt;. And yes, it's safe to say I'll be looking to get my hands on the book asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"My friends Brannon and Chris have a little girl named Emme, and before she was born, Brannon and Chris declared their house a princess-free zone. There could be pink, there could be dresses and lace and babies galore, but no tiaras, no wands, and no princes coming to rescue any little princesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I love this. I think maybe we should all live in a princess-free zone. I think the current cultural messaging that tells women it’s attractive to play dumb and fragile and hope that they’re saved by their beauty is incredibly destructive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lived for so long being such a 'princess' and I don't think that has necessarily been a bad thing. In a way, it's kept me out of the worst kind of trouble because I always remind myself that I am a princess of the King and I should live and carry myself the way a princess would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my understanding of how a princess lives and carries herself has been so influenced by the media, movies, how the modern day royalties are portrayed and worst of all, fairy tales. I have failed to see that a princess is not at all just a helpless bimbo, locked away in a tower, awaiting her 'prince charming' to rescue her. She is strong, devoted, intentional, passionate, determined, sure, confident, and so much more! Definitely NOT helpless, pathetic or passive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of living the 'helpless-passive-bimbo' life. Complete with fairytale expectations on life. Maybe a result of being told if I was 'too strong' no boy will ever like me. Whatever the reasons, I shouldn't be living a life that screams &lt;i&gt;"RESCUE ME!"&lt;/i&gt; but instead I should always remember that I am called, appointed, chosen, anointed, graced, equipped for such a time as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So, it's ONE HUNDRED DAYS till I turn 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was praying, I found myself feeling incredibly bothered by the fact that I'll be turning 27 and it feels like I have not accomplished or achieved anything significant in my life. I sat there being really annoyed at my only sporadic moments of 'urgency' that have never really amounted to any action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT later on&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (while chatting to a friend) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I was reminded that the point is not to feel guilty about my past but to start actively making right choices and choosing (being intentional) to live a better story. As someone quoted on Twitter, &lt;i&gt;"If you don’t like yesterday, do something different today so tomorrow you’ll like your yesterday."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured a lot of my bad choices were a result of stubbornness, which I'm not entirely proud of but the same stubbornness has also kept me resilient and from giving up too. But from those mistakes I've found myself in the funniest of places and at the end of the day, doesn't God already know the end of the story... even if we chose the (seemingly) wrong path, doesnt he still have the best in store? So no matter how or where, I'm still in His hand.. that's the best place to be. I don't buy into the &lt;i&gt;perfect and permissible will&lt;/i&gt; thing... &lt;b&gt;I believe in the 'God's story' for my life!&lt;/b&gt; He wrote my whole story, complete with all the twists and turns (including the bits where the character tries to jump out of the pages and change the printed words!) ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, this 100th day till 27 years is me setting a marker for myself&amp;nbsp;and sharing it so that whoever reads it, helps remind me that today; right here, right now; I made a decision, a promise, a choice; to live a better story. Or better yet, to start living the God story for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think that’s what God made coffee (and tea) for… so we don’t forget what we learn; because we share our lives with people and when we tell them, it’s like writing our memoir into someone’s memory and they help keep us reminded!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do I find out what the God-story for my life is? The Word, and prayer, and worship!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8091325881788656750?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8091325881788656750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/100-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8091325881788656750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8091325881788656750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/100-days.html' title='100 days.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-9204146396786700666</id><published>2010-08-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:25.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>the truth is...</title><content type='html'>i feel blah.&lt;br /&gt;i hate writing blogposts that tell you how i feel or what i did with my day. but i have nothing else to write. it feels empty. &lt;a href="http://towritetosee.tumblr.com/post/927083000/chasing" target="_blank"&gt;dave wrote a blog about chasing.&lt;/a&gt; i somewhat feel the same, except i'm not chasing anything. i've kinda hit a brick wall. it feels empty. dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is. in all the fasting there has been no praying. in all the dying to self, there's not been any gaining of life of the non-self kind. i'm doing all the right things in the seen realm but nothing at all for the unseen realm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fasting doesn't require faith, not at all. it just requires discipline or perseverance or stubbornness (whichever way you're convincing yourself it's worth it). it doesn't necessarily require strength, especially if you're only planning to just scrape by. who cares if i'm levelling-up every ten days. no meat, no naps, no carbs and by next week just liquid. who cares?! in all sincerity, i don't think anyone does. and i doubt God does either. i'm pretty sure He's more concerned as to whether i'm actually growing or gaining anything from the starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if fasting doesn't require faith, what does? growth. power. maturity. those kinds of things that i pray and ask God so often for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it about (collective) fasts that totally and absolutely cause non-committedness. i discovered that when i decide to fast all on my own, i can and almost always will be absolutely committed to it 100% if not more. my spiritual life flourishes. i feel well and truly alive. but when i have to do it because everyone should, then somehow it is a fail case attempt. maybe perhaps it's my absolute abhorrence of bandwagon jumping. i developed it early on in life after discovering that instead of being angry at the world due to my severe inability to fit in, i would make it my wall of protection and exclusivity. i am exclusive to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know it's a crazy thing. but it's truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how fasting draws out the dross from our lives. not always by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just one. there's probably more crap waiting to be drawn out of my life. i'm sure there is. so i guess this is what requires faith. the faith (and trust) to allow God to work in the life (or deadness of self) that i so often try to hide from the world and sometimes even hide from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other truth is, i know to overcome i just have to press in. but what does one do when one doesn't want to press in? what if i like staying &lt;i&gt;blah&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'll leave that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's that. for today at least.&lt;br /&gt;if something else comes up, i'll maybe let you know. or else, it'll come up in a story over coffee somewhere. yes, i'm still attempting to plan and have more coffee dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my family are the most awesome people on the planet. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-9204146396786700666?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/9204146396786700666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/truth-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9204146396786700666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9204146396786700666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/truth-is.html' title='the truth is...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-2927890772584601099</id><published>2010-08-05T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:06:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.googleapis.com/data/media/api/user/i.am.sarahjoy/albumid/5501586487465747889/photoid/5501586850670425634/1"&gt; &lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos.googleapis.com/data/media/api/user/i.am.sarahjoy/albumid/5501586487465747889/photoid/5501586850670425634/1" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the silence is deafening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-2927890772584601099?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/2927890772584601099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2927890772584601099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2927890772584601099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/silence.html' title='silence.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8689815240306429071</id><published>2010-08-03T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:25.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TFg22RUBoAI/AAAAAAAAA40/Y2aJWFLmH2I/s1600/136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TFg22RUBoAI/AAAAAAAAA40/Y2aJWFLmH2I/s320/136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about all the &lt;u&gt;stuff&lt;/u&gt; I have, &lt;u&gt;stuff&lt;/u&gt; I have either bought, taken, inherited, won, and all the other many ways one accumulates &lt;u&gt;stuff&lt;/u&gt;. If tomorrow I had to get on a plane and move to a different part of the world and not be able to bring all my &lt;u&gt;stuff&lt;/u&gt; with me would I say 'yes' or would I say 'no' because I can't simply let go of all my &lt;u&gt;stuff&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's something to think about isn't it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stuff" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[stuhf]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. property, as personal belongings or equipment; things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. worthless things or matter: to clean the stuff out of a closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Does my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; belong to me or do I belong to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So how do I fix it? I believe that I need to get more filled up so that my treasure will not be here on earth but will be on eternal things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8689815240306429071?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8689815240306429071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8689815240306429071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8689815240306429071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/stuff.html' title='stuff.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TFg22RUBoAI/AAAAAAAAA40/Y2aJWFLmH2I/s72-c/136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8360393147351328208</id><published>2010-08-02T18:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:18:31.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Treasures...</title><content type='html'>i have a new little &lt;a href="http://quoteofmyday.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on which i will be posting quotes that make my day or those kinds of quotes that help me live life a little better :) yup, just like butter. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://quoteofmyday.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;quoteofmyday.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3fa2a5;"&gt;many loves xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8360393147351328208?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8360393147351328208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/lifes-little-treasures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8360393147351328208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8360393147351328208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/08/lifes-little-treasures.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Treasures...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-4699876915467284686</id><published>2010-07-30T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:04:44.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>the power of testimony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;testimony: evidence in support of a fact or statement; proof. open declaration or profession, as of faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out for coffee with a friend last night, randomly and really very last minute sorta. (&lt;i&gt;side note: i don't do enough coffees with people, i need to actively plan more coffee dates!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was however really nice being able to catch up. we're not super close even though we're both in church together but really our common denominator is the fact that we've both spent time in Sydney and in the same college. so we were just having a chat about the different people from college, the different ministries and all the things we love about Sydney and a whole lot of randomness; it was great but really the highlight of the night for me was when we started talking about where we were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has asked me about college and what my plans were for the future and if i had decided to stick around. and as i was trying to give her an answer, initially i struggled and wondered whether or not i even had an answer to that and then i realized i knew the answer, i had been convicted of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, about three months ago, i made up my mind that this is home and i'm not making plans to move anywhere, fly off to college, or run away to another country; and that i would be planted right here and live in the right now. there was confirmation, a prophecy, and a few other random things i had told God i wanted to see happened and i was so very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward three months later and i'd been feeling really shaky and unsure of whether or not i've made the right decision. i started feeling like i was missing out. i didn't really know what i was doing. to be honest, i was really terrified of what the future held for me. i have no back up plan, no future plan, no definite anything. that's really scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the question she has asked me really was so timely for me personally. as i started to attempt to give her some 'random' answer, i was reminded of the 'real' answer behind the reasons i was staying put. i needed to be reminded. and as i said our goodbyes later that night and i headed home, i smiled thinking &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ohhh, that's what testimonies are for... not necessarily just to share the good news with others who need to hear, sometimes it's really for us, because we all need reminders sometimes! even if those reminders are coming from our own mouths.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, she was telling me of all the things God is doing in her life, the lessons she had been learning and all the 'non-plans' for her future. so much of what she was saying really resonated with my heart and her testimony challenged and inspired me too. really really timely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also reminded me to not fight the season i'm in but to find opportunity to glorify God, to get closer to Him, to reconnect in a way i never have before, to discover God and see him in a totally different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, open my eyes. I WANT MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so, who can you share a testimony with today? and what are the things that God has done or promised that might be subtly fading into obscurity? start sharing and reminding yourself of it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much loves xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4699876915467284686?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4699876915467284686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/07/power-of-testimony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4699876915467284686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4699876915467284686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/07/power-of-testimony.html' title='the power of testimony.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-8634132720191262165</id><published>2010-07-13T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:28:25.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baaaaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>i finally have my beloved computer back and online and with a super fast internet access to top it all off! it's good stuff. it feels like i haven't had a computer for a whole year but then i exaggerate. but jokes aside, having only an iphone for internet and all the likes can get really frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i am NOT going to write you a full on post right now as my head is throbbing and eyes are coming almost to a complete shut any moment now. my body is still trying to catch up on all the sleep deprivation suffered due to the (very unimpressive, frustrating and ultimately disappointing) FIFA World Cup 2010. regardless of how i felt when Germany destroyed England, i would rather the Cup went home with the Nazi's than with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is my 2 cents worth on the WC and that's all i'll say anymore about it. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, current on my reading list (since i have more time to read now that i don't watch tv or read facebook &amp;amp; twitter):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. A Million Miles in a Thousand Years - Donald Miller&lt;/b&gt; : this book is changing my life! i can't even begin to tell you how much i've appreciated reading this book. but i also know that the only way to prove that it's changed my life is for me to actually have changed. so i will be working on that part of the story and eventually hopefully give you a full run down on the journey that took place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Bait of Satan - John Bevere&lt;/b&gt; : i might never have picked up the book off my bookshelf (and it's been in my possession since 2004!) had it not been for the fact that we start the Course in church this Friday. but it's good. i've only read the first chapter-ish and i'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I'll Have What She's Having - Bobbie Houston&lt;/b&gt; : what can i say? Bobbie is an amazing woman of God, of course i'll want to have what she's having... thank God she wrote this book! it's awesome!! another life-changing book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my listening list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAND NEW:::: &lt;b&gt;A Beautiful Exchange - Hillsong&lt;/b&gt; : this album is amaaaaaazing!! whether you've always loved Hillsong or you've never ever cared or they've never been your cuppatea, this album is just simply that, beautiful. just go out and get yourself it... it's so most definitely worth paying money for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for NOT writing a full on post. typed enough words to make it full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this, gooooodnight world!!&lt;br /&gt;it's great to be back online and with a REAL keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8634132720191262165?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8634132720191262165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/07/im-baaaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8634132720191262165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8634132720191262165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/07/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaaaaaack!!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-2621862538627472197</id><published>2010-06-08T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:23:35.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>housekeeping.</title><content type='html'>i'm going to be dropping my computer off at the service centre tomorrow. the screen is faulty and so i'm hoping to get it fixed and maybe they'll replace the whole LCD. anyways, i thought it would be a good time to get my whole computer reformatted. it's always good to get it reformatted every once in a while. when i was still using desktop computers, for some reason, their hard drives seemed to suddenly up and die ever too many times. twice they did and once all data wiped when i upgraded my OS. all my data totally wiped out without prior notice is quite a traumatic experience to be honest. especially for someone like me; who hangs on to every last bit of memory those photos, music, and videos carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these days, with my computer (notebook) i don't seem to have that problem; WHICH IS A GOOD THING! however, i feel that i need to reset. the whole computer is running slower than it should. it's full of unwanted programs and traces of programs that have been installed and uninstalled. there might be a virus or two lurking around. there's heaps of unwanted cookies embedded in there somewhere and wreaking havoc with my installers. (i cant re-install my Skype for no apparent reason) everything is pretty much going psycho in my computer. and i don't think it's throwing a tantrum just because i heart my iPhone more these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with my own personal life, i realize it's good every now and again to hit the reset button. a good detox session. much like the detox from tv, facebook and twitter that i'm doing now. also detox from certain people and certain things that would just seem to be overcrowding or wreaking havoc with getting the Word and Worship installed well and proper. gossip, bad attitudes, negativity, distrust are all ways that can hinder the Word from really sinking in. it can also hinder Worship being honest and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been totally enjoying getting to know God in a whole new way because of this &lt;i&gt;fast&lt;/i&gt; and i am really excited that we'll be starting a corporate 40-day fast leading up to our Kingdom City camp. fasting really exposes and flushes out the weirdest and randomest things ever and leaves me so vulnerable and transparent. it's not always the best feeling and sometimes can be so very painful but it's good painful and i know the end result will be so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i am looking forward to sending my little computer to the manufacturer tomorrow and will be ever so glad to get a cleaned out, refreshed, reset computer that will feel as good as new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; need a detox? try it. it could change your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-2621862538627472197?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/2621862538627472197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/housekeeping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2621862538627472197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2621862538627472197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/housekeeping.html' title='housekeeping.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7099782740874952630</id><published>2010-06-04T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:01:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of mind(set)</title><content type='html'>After my uber long blog-tweet last night,&amp;nbsp;I still had much to say but today, &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2010/06/04/bob-goff-turns-the-idea-of-charity-upside-down/" target="_blank"&gt;THIS BLOG POST&lt;/a&gt; has so very inspired and challenged me. In reading it, I'm not sure whether to smile or to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile: What a revolution this man is starting!! In agreement, generosity can and will shape and change the nation. They're turning the tables on mindsets; people who become so used to accepting hand-outs become lazy and stop taking initiative. But when we give them a hand-UP, gives them dignity and that changes their lives! These kids are the future of Uganda and makes my heart so happy because that nation has been through horrible times and it's time people from within the nation rise up and lead their nation with pride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry: I am so guilty of having the hand-out mindset. I've become lazy and stopped taking initiative. Not just in the monetary sense, but in every other area of my life. Generosity is not just limited to the financial but it's a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed this mindset shocker and I'm here pledging to be as generous until it hurts and break the spirit of poverty and lack. GIVE GIVE GIVE!! Here's the catch, giving out of the overflow is the only way I can continually give. Giving out of the overflow will come naturally when there IS an overflow. And again, I MUST remain in the Word (and worship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action Plan:&lt;/b&gt; To see what areas of my life I feel are most lacking and feeling most 'poor' and those are the areas I must be most generous in! Reverse the poverty mindset and flood it with generosity instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps// worship is giving. &lt;u&gt;giving&lt;/u&gt; honour where honour is due!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much more to say, go read the &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2010/06/04/bob-goff-turns-the-idea-of-charity-upside-down/" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; yourself. I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7099782740874952630?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7099782740874952630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/change-of-mindset.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7099782740874952630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7099782740874952630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/change-of-mindset.html' title='a change of mind(set)'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-6829983144738138276</id><published>2010-06-04T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:17:46.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about what I want to write, not for the purpose of a blogpost but just because I've been thinking a lot. heh. Anyways, some of the things that have really been on my heart I've not been able to put into words, well, paragraphs full of words that is. So here's a post in tweet form, 140 words (characters) type blog post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMMUNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's been teaching me a lot about community in so many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Having to humble myself and ask for help from people I don't naturally like.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I have no right approving or disapproving people and neither do I have the right to discount them as people just because I don't necessarily like them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I must trust the people in my world more. They have more to offer than I give them credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I'm much too proud. I need to learn to walk in humility and recognize that being an island is just not the way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I love football because it brings people together, from all walks of life, everyone shares one thing in common (regardless of teams, nations, players they love or hate), anyone is invited to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been a very community-oriented person so this has been a huge step out of my comfort zone. It's been so very uncomfortable. I don't like it but I know it's good for me. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FASTING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how 'fasting' flushes out all kinds of rubbish pent up and buried deep inside and the most unexpected things get exposed. I'm fasting tv, facebook and twitter and yet I'm discovering that I have trouble with pride and childhood trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; God is so gracious. Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORDS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite unbelievable this one. I had spent weeks, months and maybe even years being angry, upset, and buried a whole lot of other resentment issues and a lot of fears and disappointments and doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I started this: whenever I find that I'm struggling with something or when I feel tempted, I will verbally say "NO!" and start proclaiming truths over my life. It works! The issue loses its power.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Fear and temptations seem to only have as much power if it stays in the strongholds of my mind, thoughts and the shadows of dreams and imagination. Like the Boogeyman. Speaking out verbally is like turning on the light. It loses its power!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; I had a chat with friends about some issues and troubles I was having and while chatting to them discovered answers and solutions and whatever it was became less huge and God at work in me and the situation became more evident.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Lesson I had learnt: my words have the power to overcome! but even better is getting God's Word in me and i can and will be walking in victory, strength, authority, and every other good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Bottomline: Bible journaling changes lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUST:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot expect people to be perfectly all that I expect them to be before I trust them. Again, I must not be the judge of them. Just trust. Makes life so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on it... the tv + social networking fast has been going good so far... I feel like my mind and creativity is regaining some clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOURNALING &amp;amp; SOAKING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I struggle with being consistent in this area, other than the fact I struggle being consistent in general.. however, I've realized that if I remain consistent in THIS AREA, all other areas of my life become consistent too. So this really is the key to everything else. And again, I should know this but it's always good to not just be reminded but to start LIVING it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Breakthrough comes when I start living it out, putting in the hard work to seeing it happen; not just me praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Thanking God for the journal app on the iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was a lot more than 140 characters. There's so much more. BUT... It's time for bed now. GOodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-6829983144738138276?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/6829983144738138276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/140.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6829983144738138276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/6829983144738138276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/140.html' title='140.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-146739395385482126</id><published>2010-06-02T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:50:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost town?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamsarahjoy.tumblr.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAX4SaSYKaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jNK3qFYLGIU/s400/017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamsarahjoy.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;because iPhoneography is so much easier :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-146739395385482126?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/146739395385482126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/ghost-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/146739395385482126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/146739395385482126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/ghost-town.html' title='ghost town?'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAX4SaSYKaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jNK3qFYLGIU/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3601289484021823097</id><published>2010-06-01T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:25:02.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H E L L O   J U N E ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TARSy-ZFIfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/rxGtr8wROQw/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TARSy-ZFIfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/rxGtr8wROQw/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's 10 days till the World Cup in South Africa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;171 days till i'm twentyseven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;214 days till we say hello to 20eleven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a whole lot of other very important dates in between those i'm sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mostly beginning with this, HELLO JUNE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm believing that the second half of this year be extraordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year didn't quite start so magnificently for me but right here and now i'm making my new resolutions and i'm resolving to living larger than i ever have, to put Jesus first, to love more, to embrace more, that the rest of 20ten will be my great God-adventure, upwards and beyond! like&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://promisesareforkeeps.blogspot.com/2010/05/walking-on-god-side-of-life.html"&gt;Sarah Lim&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;says, to walk on the "God-side"... bring it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now to begin with today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3601289484021823097?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3601289484021823097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/h-e-l-l-o-j-u-n-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3601289484021823097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3601289484021823097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/06/h-e-l-l-o-j-u-n-e.html' title='H E L L O   J U N E ! !'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TARSy-ZFIfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/rxGtr8wROQw/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7479431420501833881</id><published>2010-05-30T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:29:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAKG0zAJhWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/F5QGfqjmb0U/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAKG0zAJhWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/F5QGfqjmb0U/s320/172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're my place of quiet retreat; I wait for your Word to renew me!" -Psalm 119:114 MSG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a &lt;u&gt;time out&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an introvert, every now and again I will need some hermit time.&amp;nbsp;Today was a struggle because I was just surrounded by lots and lots of people. On days like these, even putting on a brave face and wearing a smile is tough, even if the smile is worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound terrible, but I think I've reached my 'social bandwith limit' and I am in serious need of some me and God time. Just alone time. Just worship time. Nobody else around time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had a Kombi and the ocean wasn't so far away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7479431420501833881?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7479431420501833881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7479431420501833881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7479431420501833881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/stop.html' title='stop.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAKG0zAJhWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/F5QGfqjmb0U/s72-c/172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-621681173080104018</id><published>2010-05-30T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:56:33.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open to suggestions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAFAE8FXqfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JQDvvp6ROV8/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAFAE8FXqfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JQDvvp6ROV8/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the school holidays are coming up in SIX DAYS! i'm really excited. two whole weeks of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of the usual family holiday destinations, well mainly one destination (Raub), i want to go somewhere different. i want to go on an adventure and explore a new part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't necessarily have to be out of country or state, it could just be somewhere around here, doing something out of my ordinary holiday schedule (eat, sleep, repeat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be volunteering at something for two weeks or a random trip to the middle of nowhere or anything really. i'm open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone has anything or anywhere to suggest OR if you have something for me to do, send me a note and i'll see if it's a do-able thing! PLEASE HELP ME OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's adventure time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-621681173080104018?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/621681173080104018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/open-to-suggestions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/621681173080104018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/621681173080104018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/open-to-suggestions.html' title='open to suggestions.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/TAFAE8FXqfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JQDvvp6ROV8/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7571016211446985407</id><published>2010-05-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:56:59.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__9rXNkUWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gVJGwXvOoxA/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__9rXNkUWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gVJGwXvOoxA/s320/111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early this morning, ahead of my little schedule and spent time worshiping with iphone in my ears, and then journaling... today was going to be a big day, and a long one too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm so glad i started it right... because we surely needed the favour of God all throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__986uSfrI/AAAAAAAAA10/gbg9cdfVAUU/s1600/234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__986uSfrI/AAAAAAAAA10/gbg9cdfVAUU/s200/234.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S___Jlqz8_I/AAAAAAAAA18/xM7FbycU4YU/s1600/237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S___Jlqz8_I/AAAAAAAAA18/xM7FbycU4YU/s200/237.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the two guys who helped us fix the flat tyre on our car when we went to the market, to the maid that helped us pick out nice pumpkins in Tesco, to cousins helping set up and prepare food for the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i discovered a little bit more about community today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this will sound really elementary but waking up and starting the day right really changes my perspective and aligns my whole world right and i walked in authority because i've aligned myself under His authority...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm loving this God-journey i'm on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__9uSss5lI/AAAAAAAAA1s/6r0sqnHt7bE/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__9uSss5lI/AAAAAAAAA1s/6r0sqnHt7bE/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a good day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7571016211446985407?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7571016211446985407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7571016211446985407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7571016211446985407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/good-day.html' title='a good day.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S__9rXNkUWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gVJGwXvOoxA/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-1921362801710384225</id><published>2010-05-28T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:55:11.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_6x7bK7q2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/qgP9OqY-luc/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_6x7bK7q2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/qgP9OqY-luc/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was having a conversation today about homeschooling. Since I've been both a public school student and homeschooler, I have been exposed to both sides of the argument although I have to say when I have children of my own they would most definitely be going to school. Whether it be public, private or international; they will be in some sort of school. Partly because I know I don't have the capacity and patience to be a full-time teacher and partly because I want them to not just get a good education but to also be socially adept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking, I was giving my views on the pros and cons of both methods of school and I suddenly realized that surely we want our children to be educated in a godly sort of way and we also want to protect them from the nonsense that goes on in school. However, wouldn't it be worse to keep your child behind a protective shield and one fine day when the time comes for them to go to college (because most people go to college) would the risk of sudden overexposure be too much for their simple, protected selves to handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond that, isn't it our responsibility as believers to reach out and touch the community around us? If we are going to keep ourselves (or children) shut in, how are we ever going to be effectively reaching out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this apply to me? See, i'm naturally an introvert. No kidding. People don't generally believe that about me because I'm always so loud and random but I would rather spend time in my treehouse room than go out and do something or meet people. I do not attribute this to my homeschool experience but rather I insisted on being homeschooled because of this introvertedness (yes, i got home from public school one day and told my parents that if they weren't going to homeschool me then today would be the end of my education; i was very strong-willed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to my life because I realize that if I were to spend all my time living in a protective shield just because I don't like hearing people talk about rubbish, make crude loose jokes, and/or people who swear, curse, smoke, drink, etc... I would be missing out on the opportunity to be the light in the darkness. If i were to remain introverted purely because it's safer here, then what's the point of all the passion being stirred up inside of me to change the world when I am trying too hard to remain sterile so the 'world' doesn't pollute me. I MUST remember that I've been called, chosen, &lt;u&gt;equipped&lt;/u&gt; to be an influence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not go out there unprotected though. Wisdom preserves me. Hence why plugging into the Word is so important. I see it now, journalling and devotions are not just for me, it's for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When wisdom enters your heart, and knowledge is pleasant to your soul, discretion will preserve you; understanding will keep you, to deliver you from the way of evil, from the man who speaks perverse things." Proverbs 2:10-12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-1921362801710384225?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/1921362801710384225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/go_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1921362801710384225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/1921362801710384225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/go_28.html' title='go!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_6x7bK7q2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/qgP9OqY-luc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-5446004464347431611</id><published>2010-05-26T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:02:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>challenge #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_zsQSo7mjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/f52HwAa87b8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_zsQSo7mjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/f52HwAa87b8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so i've been thinking a lot about what i should do with my very free afternoons instead of just eat, watch tv and sleep. lots of different ideas. many other suggestions. but no real conclusion. but one things for sure, i want to do something that i'm really passionate about. i don't want it to just be another thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as i was talking to my sister about passion, forgiveness, love, the church, competition, how dreams are formed, planting avocados in malaysia and a few other random things, i was reminded of something i had heard/read a long time ago and also watched on a documentary somewhere about our mind and the capacity it has. where our dreams come from. where does all the information go. do we really forget things or are they just suppressed into the deepest recesses of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know too much about how our mind works but what i do know and believe is that our mind has a much greater capacity to think, analyze, dream, invent, create than we know or have tapped into. and i think that capacity has been dulled with all the tv watching, and internet browsing and a whole lot of other media that numbs us as human beings from being creative in our own right. we have become one big human mind, the collective mind of humanity as a whole. i feel like i've lost my identity as an individual. this isn't about being individualistic but to retain my individuality and i feel i need to rediscover that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this reminds me of the documentary 'We Live In Public')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the challenge, at least the first challenge. in order to discover what it is i'm truly passionate about i need to dig deep. peel off all the layers and filters and rediscover who i've been made to be. what makes me tick. and it will take some serious blocking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting with the next sixty days: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i'm turning off the tv.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMZ, talkshows, movies, tv shows, documentaries, cartoons, cooking shows....&lt;br /&gt;(along with the already turned off facebook and twitter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'll be doing with my time is: praying, writing, reading, dreaming, drawing, painting, photo-taking, people meeting, discovering, embracing, adventuring, LIVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps// i will have to break the rules for certain hours of the night from the 11th to 11th of June and July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-5446004464347431611?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/5446004464347431611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/challenge-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5446004464347431611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/5446004464347431611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/challenge-1.html' title='challenge #1'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_zsQSo7mjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/f52HwAa87b8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3840844366057915340</id><published>2010-05-26T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:18:31.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITE THE FUTURE!</title><content type='html'>i don't know about you but i can't seem to keep still while waiting for the next 16 days to disappear... soooooo excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, this is probably one of the most creative football ads i've seen. Nike is very clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3840844366057915340?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3840844366057915340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/write-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3840844366057915340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3840844366057915340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/write-future.html' title='WRITE THE FUTURE!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7494036078242124616</id><published>2010-05-25T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:15:40.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o be careful little ears what you hear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_twTzfEQhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/oWFyLNRUBZM/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_twTzfEQhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/oWFyLNRUBZM/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i had a bit of a rough few moments last week. felt totally unconvinced that i was a part of something greater,&amp;nbsp;almost like someone shut the gate without realizing i was still outside.&amp;nbsp;i didn't really care that i should trust the people in my world to do the right things. i was upset, and then i got angry and all the other emotions came exploding out, from disappointment to resentment to bitterness to criticism. i was really on the verge of imploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a girl in my school. she's five. one of the prettiest girls to have been in our school. she's witty, smart, cute. very observant and obviously very outspoken too. the sad part is that she's been told that she's naughty, a little monster, and that she's bad over and over and over. so much that she doesn't believe she's a good girl. i took her face in my hands a few days ago, looked her in the eye and said "you are a good girl" and she looks straight back at me and says "no, but i'm bad" and that just totally broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her whole identity is that she's bad, naughty and talks too much. all because she keeps hearing her parents say it to her and tell it to other people they meet. it's just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when it hit me. i'm listening to all the wrong things. in trying to be "there for people" i was opening the window to my mind, heart and emotions by listening to all their complaints, disappointments, criticism and it was affecting me so much. where i'd usually tell people to stay positive, i was finding myself doubting. all because of what i was hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i've made a decision to surround myself with people that speak life, that believe in vision and not waver when things aren't looking like what they expect it to because they trust and know that they are trusted. i will choose to stand behind and beside the people that have been trusted to lead. i will block out criticism, negative comments and gossip and not allow it in under the disguise that i'm being "there." those people can find someone else to vomit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm choosing life!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7494036078242124616?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7494036078242124616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/o-be-careful-little-ears-what-you-hear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7494036078242124616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7494036078242124616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/o-be-careful-little-ears-what-you-hear.html' title='o be careful little ears what you hear.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_twTzfEQhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/oWFyLNRUBZM/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-3283209689541552519</id><published>2010-05-24T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:56:01.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids are great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_pdhgPOSZI/AAAAAAAAA00/pPbserCqqp4/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_pdhgPOSZI/AAAAAAAAA00/pPbserCqqp4/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i don't like being a teacher. but what i really enjoy is spending time with these kids. they're so full of life and always excited for just about everything and anything. i could show them my new notebook and they'd get excited on my behalf. they tell me when they grow up they want to buy iPhone3GS. some of them have dream cars. some are convinced that Bumblebee in the Transformers movies is a yellow Ferrari. one girl sometimes tells me that when her grandparents are old they will die and then gets teary eyed as though it was going to happen tomorrow (and so i had to tell her that they'll live to a 100 years). they love listening to Owl City and Coldplay and Lady Gaga and love dancing the chicken dance. they tell me about new movies and i tell them which ones i would or wouldn't watch and often times they give me reviews of movies they've watched. they can draw really good and i don't draw too good. they love to dance. they love to pose for the camera. lots of them have facebook accounts and they're all under the age of 6. they go crazy over Proton Myvi, Subaru, Ferrari, Mini Cooper and just about any other car with some fancy rims or funky colour; to them its all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, they consider me a hero. they are not prejudiced in any way. they think everything i do or say is true and in turn, i would never lie to them (unless its telling them their grandparents will live to a 100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i prefer being around them. they just love. no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could just drop the teaching part of my job and get paid to tell them about things, show them youtube videos of people making pots out of clay, look for pictures of obese people so that they will believe me when i tell them that too much sugar, cakes and junk is bad for them, teach them a dance routine or two, tell them what's happening in the world and attempt to give them enough to carry with them so that they end up being better people and changing the world for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i didn't have to teach them Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_pob7PGuGI/AAAAAAAAA08/1kmPec28yEA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_pob7PGuGI/AAAAAAAAA08/1kmPec28yEA/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this girl drew me a picture flooded with lovehearts, came up to me today gave me a big hug and a kiss. *melt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-3283209689541552519?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/3283209689541552519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/kids-are-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3283209689541552519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/3283209689541552519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/kids-are-great.html' title='kids are great!'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/S_pdhgPOSZI/AAAAAAAAA00/pPbserCqqp4/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-918454099348986938</id><published>2010-05-22T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T02:55:12.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust issues.</title><content type='html'>i was showing my room to a couple of friends the other day. yes, i reckon my room is really quite a masterpiece and i'm really proud of my room and would show it off to anyone willing to drive all the way to klang.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, one of them commented that if their dad were to ever attempt to make anything even remotely close to what we have in our room, they would not dare to step on it, let alone sleep, play, invite friends onto such a structure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you're not aware, my room looks like a treehouse, fitted with ikea-ish furniture that are not fully ikea but close enough. my bed is on a deck built into the wall and there's a top deck where the window opens to climb out onto the roof (and a mini roof garden). there's a 5-door wardrobe on the ground floor. i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the best part of it is, dad built it all. he thought up the ideas, drew the plans, bought the equipment, put it into action, and finished it so that we can have a tiny room that fits in the most amount of things you could never imagine fitting into a space this small. and my dad is not an architect or engineer or builder. he was a drug-addict who got saved then became drug-rehab worker, church worker and now kindy owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anything, jane and i should have serious questions to whether this structure would even work because he has no prior experience or training required to make such a structure. but never. we've never even once thought about it (well, until mentioned by friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that got me thinking... its really all about trust. i trust my dad. wholeheartedly. i've never once had doubts about what he does or what he says or his intentions. i've never questioned his actions or decisions. i just trust him. just because he's my dad and i know he would do everything humanly possible to ensure that i am provided with the best and safest and quality everything and anything. he's a man of his word. he's a man of integrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if dad said tomorrow he's going to build a boat and we're going to take it out to sea, i'd say okay and not even for a second wonder if i'm going to drown if i get on that boat. because i don't have to worry. dad will keep me safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, why can't i seem to reconcile this to my relationship with God? where is the link broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-918454099348986938?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/918454099348986938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2010/05/trust-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/918454099348986938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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How lovely that everyone, great and small, can make a contribution toward introducing justice straight away.” - ANNE FRANK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-8765750885950413573?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/8765750885950413573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/09/how-lovely-to-think-that-no-one-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8765750885950413573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8765750885950413573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/09/how-lovely-to-think-that-no-one-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-9081478500687889443</id><published>2009-09-06T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:06:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(66, 64, 55); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="posttitle" id="posttitle_1599430" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonforeman.posterous.com/jons-fav-quotes-happiness-is-neither-without" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; font-size: 22px; "&gt;"Happiness is neither without us nor within us. It is in God, both without us and within us" Blaise Pascal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-9081478500687889443?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/9081478500687889443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/09/happiness-is-neither-without-us-nor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9081478500687889443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/9081478500687889443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/09/happiness-is-neither-without-us-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7497521206718738974</id><published>2009-07-09T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T02:08:09.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i have faith for this, bring it on!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you'll do what you can do&lt;br /&gt;God will do what you can't do&lt;br /&gt;and if you'll do the natural&lt;br /&gt;God will do the supernatural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is with me&lt;br /&gt;God is at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;and I have faith for this&lt;br /&gt;God has given me more than enough&lt;br /&gt;to defeat my Goliath"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Jentezen Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7497521206718738974?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7497521206718738974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/07/i-have-faith-for-this-bring-it-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7497521206718738974'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“If the words you say are food then could people find nourishment from that or would they starve?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've felt challenged even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same way sunday's message challenged me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our discussion at lifegroup yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(((WORDS)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they create&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life and death are in the power of words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoken or written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;equally powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a girl who joined my lifegroup for the first time last night told us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it had not been for the little invitation/note i gave her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she would've considered our church to be merely church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not "home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H . O . M . E .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;four powerful letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that can change a whole person's life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words i wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i honestly can't even remember what i wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except that i always begin my notes with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"hey princess..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that alone she told us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed it for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caused her to decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;city church kl was not merely going to be church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she'll attend on sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's going to be home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she'll be a part of the life and blood of this HOUSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least for the time that she's here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine the lives she'll be able to impact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she goes home, or on to wherever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just because she's been planted here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this HOUSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the possibilities are endless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all because of one note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this got me thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i don't have to try so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to become someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be more than who i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've fought for so long to throw away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parts of me that i felt didn't count for much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've asked God countless times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else do i need to do to add up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else do i need to fix to get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else do i need in order to be a great leader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried so hard to be like 'great leaders'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh its perfectly okay to admire and respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i cannot walk in their shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and neither can they walk in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been created, formed, chosen, called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;specifically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just as i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my words spoken and written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has the power to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my own life:::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will not sell out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-2926937401776329538?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/2926937401776329538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/07/because-i-said-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2926937401776329538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2926937401776329538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/07/because-i-said-so.html' title='because i said so...'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-7095325241011257116</id><published>2009-05-17T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:16:12.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new friends night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there is something so refreshing about hearing what church is here for... every time we have new friends night i get reminded again what an honour and privilege it is to be a living, breathing, crucial member of the House of God! i love that we have the opportunity to reach out beyond ourselves into the selves of others; lives rather... to be stripped of all pride and self-righteousness and just acknowledge that indeed love is the answer and if God=love; the answer then is GOD.. where better to find God than in His House=the church. i pray our church is being that kind of church, a church that shines and reflects His love and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;ps mark bringin it! get connected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg8BkjGCuRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/9FJxFibosMs/s320/nfn2.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336485810864830738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;some of our new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg8BkWrWePI/AAAAAAAAAt8/WbVI8IQP1c4/s320/nfn1.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336485807531653362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mmhhmm intently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg8BkzfafsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/W_7oVPXiJEE/s320/nfn6.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336485815266213570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jt being himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg8Bkk5EENI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZGHiAMO8t_s/s320/nfn3.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336485811347263698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;couldn't resist posting this - please don't tell jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg79XMMNz5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/BYA8YaAIAgc/s320/nfn8.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336481183331897234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there's something about skye that says 'vintage'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg75vgTtYLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/taCCDp0SQ0E/s320/nfn4.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336477203002384562" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aaah catchups...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg75v4zvlVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/9YDFjR79aV0/s320/nfn5.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336477209579197778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;speed dati- i mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ing (literally!) "TIME!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg75vzKMOLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-SIJBOo3C54/s320/nfn7.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336477208062736562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jochebed + sj = friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg75wAhO3RI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KF-JbXzBw-4/s320/sjjo.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336477211649039634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and here's a sneek peek to the other fun photos i took... yet to be edited *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg75wLVi5GI/AAAAAAAAAts/udg-xNj0fbU/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg75wLVi5GI/AAAAAAAAAts/udg-xNj0fbU/s320/random.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336477214552810594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;can you tell i'm procrastinating.. i need to get my laundry done and yet here i am posting photos. bah! but it was fun blowing the dust off my camera and taking photos again. simple pleasures of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God is truly amazing. love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:.sj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-7095325241011257116?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/7095325241011257116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/05/new-friends-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7095325241011257116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/7095325241011257116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/05/new-friends-night.html' title='new friends night.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/Sg8BkjGCuRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/9FJxFibosMs/s72-c/nfn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361973589880556492.post-2029276445577837336</id><published>2009-01-06T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:12:25.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Stephen Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-2029276445577837336?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/2029276445577837336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2009/01/it-is-not-critic-who-counts-not-man-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/2029276445577837336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/SLLVXM1oXRI/AAAAAAAAAew/G6yHciawFJk/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/SLLVXY569uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/XJfG7unDZLY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238483914384406242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/SLLVXY569uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/XJfG7unDZLY/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/SLLVXw8TEdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/FnxXVt2Uia8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238483920836825554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/SLLVXw8TEdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/FnxXVt2Uia8/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l1OXN-lRM8/SLLVXyqBirI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_ncnVp4rNe0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2008/08/just-look.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8142163736826077135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/8142163736826077135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2008/08/just-look.html' title='just look.'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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I am random. I'm prone to antisocialism (which is not something I'm proud of). I am a pretty silly person. I love books. I like cooking. I have so many stories to tell. I talk too much. I write even more. I'm heaps un-co and lack balance so I can't surf or skate (must be my ears). I have new life resolutions - one of which is to be inclusive not exclusive - to love all people the way Jesus does. another one is to eat healthy - i'm not doing too well on this one though. grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I tend to take waayy to many self-potraits. I laugh out loud. I dance when I'm happy. I cry when I'm sad. I like when people are happy. My heart breaks when I see people in pain. I am broken when I see broken people. I cry inside when I realize the world seems void of grace. I cry in movies. I like to watch people and imagine what it's like to be them and what goes on in their heads and why they are the way they are and work in the places they do. I laugh very loudly when it's funny. I do not like shallow people or shallow talk BUT i keep reminding myself that Jesus died for everyone, shallow or wise - and i will make the best effort i can and more to love them. I'm unpredictable. I jump around when I'm excited. I love dressing up. I love taking photos. Black and white photos are the best. I tend to be obsessive when I find a new hobby. **If you've read this far.... wow!!** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I am addicted to many things - one of which is talking, the other is loving. I love people so much so easily so I also get hurt just as easily. I get teary when people say nice things to me. I cry when people misunderstand me. I tend to believe what people tell me. I tend to contradict myself ever so often. I have many bad habits, including being messy. I dislike so much that terrible cucumber. My bestest friends are scattered all around the world. Jane and Claudine are superawesome. I heart Cath. My Jenn is very dearly missed. I need a hug from Beffy boo. I am very stubborn. I'm as curious as a cat. I love Jesus more than anything in the world. I always wonder what it would be like to have lived a long long time ago. I teach kindergarten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;My favourite ice cream is Cotton Candy from Baskin &amp;amp; Robbins. I'm always bouncing off the walls. I have a love-hate relationship with parties, particularly crowded ones. I tend to talk to random strangers and tell them all anything they want to know about me. I love church. I love good conversations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I studied at Hillsong College and it changed my life and I would totally recommend for everyone to go there. I go to City Church Kuala Lumpur and i have never found a better place to be than here and my life is constantly changing and I'm constantly growing and that's a great thing. I don't read enough books. I love hot chocolate. I love friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;**i reckon you have a lot of patience to have got to the end. love xx**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361973589880556492-4061179768721306313?l=www.iamsarahjoy.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/feeds/4061179768721306313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2008/03/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4061179768721306313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4361973589880556492/posts/default/4061179768721306313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.iamsarahjoy.com/2008/03/who-am-i.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>Sarah Joy Sebastian</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117317585989804151095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EOOEjuZbht8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDU/MjfoUakSJwU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
