<?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-5251054795561447779</id><updated>2012-01-12T00:45:02.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unparalleled Persona</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-7620829198813298128</id><published>2010-06-22T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:07:16.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord</title><content type='html'>I praise my God, my Lord Jesus Christ, for all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him by providing what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for healing my hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for convincing me that I worth what I received because I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for making me cry and feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for being there when no one cares to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for giving me sorrows and making me realise that i am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for giving me strength to face each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for filling my emptiness.I thank Him for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him for the love… for the awesome love… for the unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-7620829198813298128?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/7620829198813298128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=7620829198813298128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/7620829198813298128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/7620829198813298128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-1335254340035812895</id><published>2010-03-06T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:22:00.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God changed me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God has changed me completely. I wouldn’t be the person I am now if God has forsaken me. Like everybody else, I have my own sets of burdens and struggles; and I praise God because He strengthen me. Living alone in Dubai is not easy but God is always there beside me, guiding me and leading me. In the past, a simple problem pulls me down. I easily get so burdened, so worried and weakened but God changed the way I think. God made me realize that burdens are gifts. Pains are blessings because God do things in extraordinary ways. He always turned all burdens, all pains, and all struggles into JOY! God wants what’s best for me. He thinks and cares for me. He loves me more than I love Him. And I thank Him for His great love. He saved me. He rescued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I fully understood why I have to move and work here in Dubai. God wants to change me. He wants to mold me and He wants me to get closer to Him. I love to pray now. I have learned to enjoy praying. Praying comforts me. Praying helps me get through the day. Praying keeps me beside my Abba Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is indeed very powerful. God answers prayer. I used to pray for myself, but now I seldom pray for myself, I thank Him every time instead. I learned to pray for the people around me, for my friends, for my colleagues, for my family, for people whom I know needs Him, I pray even for those I see around whom I don’t know. I pray for them because God answers prayers and He does things exquisitely. By praying for others, I received the desires of my heart. I have breakthroughs over breakthroughs. God is blessing me abundantly. It became so easy for me to pray for others, and I am so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly praise and thank God for everything. I thank God how He changed me. I am so happy that He is my God. I am so happy He owns me and I am so glad I surrendered myself unto Him because the moment I let go of myself and offered it to Him was the very moment I find rest. I love Him and want to love Him more. I will praise Him all my life. To Him be all glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5251054795561447779-1335254340035812895?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/1335254340035812895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=1335254340035812895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1335254340035812895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1335254340035812895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-changed-me.html' title='God changed me...'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-1414555024600773054</id><published>2009-10-28T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:40:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm WEAK!</title><content type='html'>Oh God, please strengthen me. By Your grace, i will be well and will do well. Keep me away from iniquities. Purify my heart oh God. Hold me and guide me. Help me get through the tough times. I sooo need You for I am sooo nothing without You. Please dont leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-1414555024600773054?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/1414555024600773054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=1414555024600773054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1414555024600773054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1414555024600773054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-weak.html' title='I&apos;m WEAK!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-3770259895042599096</id><published>2009-09-09T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:48:55.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love HIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I desire to love my Lord Jesus Christ more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Him more and more each day, am blessed. I gained confidence, restored my notion to life, lifted up my bowed head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am guilty to realise everything late but I thank God it is not too late yet – there will never be TOO LATE for my God. He understands me well. He loves me so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Him to know more and more. I long to be with Him every second of my day.  I yearn to get more closer to Him each day. For having Him and being with Him is the MOST WONDERFUL THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sinned. I trespassed. I made mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God never left me. He stayed with me. He lifted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I live for Him, the more am blessed – the more am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seekly first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and everything shall be added unto you.”&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/5251054795561447779-3770259895042599096?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/3770259895042599096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=3770259895042599096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/3770259895042599096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/3770259895042599096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-him.html' title='I love HIM!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-3581782770955183862</id><published>2009-08-02T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:21:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone with Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was said that I should not ask God bcos questioning Him is like doubting Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame me if I ask God ‘why’ to things I don’t understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, am finding it really hard to compromise to what my heart says and what my mind speaks. It was said that getting yourself to the level of anxiety confuses life itself, will make you feel weary, will lost you and will hurt you in the end that will cause you to backslide then SIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I backsliding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows I am not. I speak to Him every single minute of my life. It is as if I can not be able to move and breathe without Him for I certainly can not live without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking heart to heart with Jesus is the most real thing I always do in my whole life. I never limit myself how I talk to Him, which ways I will put my tantrums on Him, what feelings I will show Him bcos I know HE WILL UNDERSTAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my Father and being a father, He wants me to be as real as I am – as honest as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question Him. I put tantrums on Him. I tell Him what exactly I feel. I tell Him I how I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have decided to go intimate with Him…. ALONE WITH HIM. No place to go. No people to think of…. but just HIM and ME alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the bible and HIM.&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/5251054795561447779-3581782770955183862?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/3581782770955183862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=3581782770955183862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/3581782770955183862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/3581782770955183862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone-with-him.html' title='Alone with Him'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-8089894920033609455</id><published>2009-06-19T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:23:19.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, tired, and tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am starting to get tired. I have had this strange laziness with me for months now. I managed to put the issue down before bcos I know I have to go on as I need to. However, the tiredness I had in me grew bigger and bigger each day that I no longer have the gratitude in little  things that comes my way. I feel so alone, so neglected, so dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, perhaps, already lost the gratitude in my heart and it became more serious and now disturbing me emotionally and psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I always found happiness and gladness in everything, even on the smallest thing God did to me. Sadly, I can not find a single thankfulness in my heart these days. What is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Bro Gladson shared the word of God that tells us to ‘GIVE THANKS to GOD in EVERYTHING’. Was it coincidence or God really made His move to wake me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am confused and really tired right now. Couldn’t even think of anything or ways how to start thanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.&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/5251054795561447779-8089894920033609455?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/8089894920033609455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=8089894920033609455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8089894920033609455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8089894920033609455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-tired-and-tired.html' title='Tired, tired, and tired!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-8225696811903091294</id><published>2009-05-12T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:21:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style=";font-family:lucida console,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;Today is a very blessed day and am more than willing to share to everyone the great and awesome love of God to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bro Sabu emailed me today. I was blessed, so you will be. Read why did Jesus fold the napkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one I can honestly say I have never seen circulating in the emails so; I'll start it, if it touches you and you want to forward it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I never noticed this....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple outran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was that important? Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it really significant? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In order to understand the  significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day.  The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and  would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because..........&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is coming back soon!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be ready to receive Him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5251054795561447779-8225696811903091294?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/8225696811903091294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=8225696811903091294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8225696811903091294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8225696811903091294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-did-jesus-fold-napkin.html' title='Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-6100683287992760776</id><published>2009-04-25T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:11:51.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REHWACH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thank the Lord for all the blessings. My Lord God Almighty never failed to take care of me. His love and mercy is so huge that all i can think of, is how blessed i am and how lucky i am to be one of His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is worthy of all praise and adoration. I'd rather be with Him and have Him do His will, than live by myself and become worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humble myself before God, for without Him, i am absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord God bless everyone in my family. May He bless my friends and roommates. May he shower blessings to my employer and their families. May He bless even my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 192);"&gt;~***~&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 192);"&gt;Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 192);"&gt;Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 192);"&gt;Painful moments,  TRUST GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 192);"&gt;Every moment, THANK GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/5251054795561447779-6100683287992760776?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/6100683287992760776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=6100683287992760776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/6100683287992760776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/6100683287992760776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/04/rehwach.html' title='REHWACH!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-3422460703976058052</id><published>2009-04-20T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:12:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words to Explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midst of pain, down to the bottom of my cries, i praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so overly hurtful these days. For circumstances, i think i know why things turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed and only God will never judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer change the past. What was done, was done. I always pray that God will forgive me for all of my sins so i will be happy again.&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/5251054795561447779-3422460703976058052?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/3422460703976058052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=3422460703976058052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/3422460703976058052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/3422460703976058052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-words-to-explain.html' title='No Words to Explain'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-8676038464990067136</id><published>2009-04-17T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:51:19.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love HIM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why I love my Lord, Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Him with all my heart, body and soul. I love Him with all my life because I am nothing without Him. He alone can make me happy. He alone can make me whole. He cares for me so much that He never leaves me especially when I needed Him most. He supports me. He enlightens me. He gives me wisdom. He encourages me. He always takes my fears away. He fades my frustrations. He listens to my cries. He feels my heart. He reads my mind. He leads me. He guides me. He is protecting me. He is providing all my needs. He always wants what’s best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love Him more and more everyday. I am always excited with my journey with Him everyday. I want to live with Him more and more each day because living with Him is the most wonderful journey I could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ died for me on the cross. I die with Him. To live with Him, is to die with Him. I will die with Him everyday, so I will be with Him each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you too. Love Him and you will understand.&lt;br /&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/5251054795561447779-8676038464990067136?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/8676038464990067136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=8676038464990067136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8676038464990067136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8676038464990067136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-love-him.html' title='Why I Love HIM?'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-38428478460817866</id><published>2009-04-13T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:33:42.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Impossible with GOD!</title><content type='html'>I am in a little turbulence right now cos little problems back there in the Philippines are sprouting like mushrooms. Financially, it is becoming unstable. However, this is not one reason to make me weak. I do think about it most of the time, but i am sure, God will make a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, things will get better. Way better than i can think of cos God do miracles. He does things more than His children can imagine and think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still holding on my rehvach! God will bless me. God will always be there for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly thankful that God never leave me nor forsake me. To Him be all Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-38428478460817866?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/38428478460817866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=38428478460817866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/38428478460817866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/38428478460817866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-is-impossible-with-god.html' title='Nothing is Impossible with GOD!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-6976606278886429736</id><published>2009-03-03T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:08:00.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting and All-night Prayer</title><content type='html'>I victoriously conquer 3 days fasting. As part of the music ministry, we need to fast to purity ourselves, to be intimate with God and be able to lead the congregation to the very presence of God. It was my first time to fast for 3 straight days, but it is remarkably gratifying because not a single minute I feel the hunger. I am working those days but I manage to keep everything right because I can feel God’s awesome presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team also had amazing all-night prayer. It was awesome and reviving. The bible says, tears for God are so precious in His eyes. None of us did not cry, God sees through us and touched us in the most wonderful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus… He is my Lord and Savior, my comforter, my healer, my provider, my bestfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-6976606278886429736?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/6976606278886429736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=6976606278886429736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/6976606278886429736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/6976606278886429736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/03/fasting-and-all-night-prayer.html' title='Fasting and All-night Prayer'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-4471875534613924688</id><published>2009-02-07T02:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:02:14.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves a CHEERFUL giver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 Corinthians 9:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;“He who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly. He who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully. Let each man give according as he has determined in his heart; not grudgingly, or under compulsion; for God loves a cheerful giver.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pastor shared to write a list of my heart’s desires and wishes, i listed many in my notebook. Last week, I gave my tithes to the Lord. That is, ten percent of my total income. I know, that amount can help me financially, but I gave my tithes with hearts full of joy and of great expectations that He will provide all my needs and I will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed me the following week, not one wish came true but four. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to you, give to the Lord what is due to Him. Give because God makes sure that it will come back to you… in good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be all glory!&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/5251054795561447779-4471875534613924688?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/4471875534613924688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=4471875534613924688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/4471875534613924688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/4471875534613924688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-loves-cheerful-giver.html' title='God loves a CHEERFUL giver!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-2515437361846520203</id><published>2009-01-17T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:31:44.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m turning 27, praise God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9WBycY5V0Q/SXLafVw1uDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/EvF5ZVB51G0/s1600-h/27.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9WBycY5V0Q/SXLafVw1uDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/EvF5ZVB51G0/s200/27.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292532744066545714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday is yet to come but I am already expecting many blessings from my Father in heaven. I believe that God will bless me abundantly this year because this year is a year of HARVEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has provided everything for me in 2008. I was able to make everything ends met. I never had an empty pocket. I never had an empty food shelf. I never had an empty supplies rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to ‘REH-VACH’… I know blessings are coming. It’s already prepared and set to pour over me. I will not welcome any doubt or worry for I am certain.. I have the victory through my Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soon 27 – twenty seven. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a child of God. Thus, I’m beautiful, bountiful, hopeful and victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5251054795561447779-2515437361846520203?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/2515437361846520203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=2515437361846520203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/2515437361846520203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/2515437361846520203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-turning-27-praise-god.html' title='I’m turning 27, praise God!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9WBycY5V0Q/SXLafVw1uDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/EvF5ZVB51G0/s72-c/27.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-5259103034121824385</id><published>2009-01-09T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:06:06.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I declare blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be celebrating my birthday soon and can’t wait for more blessings to come. God blessed me abundantly all year around and I am expecting more blessings from Him for I believed that He will bless me more and more. God knows my heart’s desire and to speak it out loud for people to know is no longer needed for He already heard my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are brighter days up ahead of me filled with favor, promotion and increase. So I will patiently wait for He has wonderful plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too blessed to be stressed! I’m moving forward in strength and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for another year of blessings. This year is my harvest year and I am declaring all goodness from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All glory to God. In Jesus’ Name.&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/5251054795561447779-5259103034121824385?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/5259103034121824385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=5259103034121824385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/5259103034121824385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/5259103034121824385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-declare-blessings.html' title='I declare blessings...'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-1100383980986064359</id><published>2008-12-09T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:19:59.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I a tag-along in the group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s being indifferent. I maybe bias, and I maybe wrong too. But such emotion hunts me. And it stabs my heart with depth that I could no longer bear. I cried a lot these days. I cry because I feel so alone. Not many understand me, but there’s only one who understands – that is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I really have the attitude. That manner they despise. Perhaps, I constantly fail to fit in. Perhaps, I don’t know how to mingle with them and how to adjust with them. But God knows how much I struggle. It hurts me every time I feel like a tag-along in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, God will never leave me. He knows I can’t survive without Him. He alone can make me whole. He alone can make me happy. He alone can understand me from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll get through this. Sorrow last only for a moment. Certainly, joy will come my way because God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Lord is my strength and my song; He has given me victory” (Psalm 118:14, NLT).&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/5251054795561447779-1100383980986064359?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/1100383980986064359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=1100383980986064359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1100383980986064359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1100383980986064359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-emotional.html' title='Being Emotional'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-1629446189716526152</id><published>2008-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:19:52.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings for those Who Patiently WAIT!</title><content type='html'>September 29, 2008... my Oman-Exit scheduled date. Starting the 30th, my day in Oman has started counting. I have 1000 dirhams in my pocket when i first set foot to this cage-like hotel room. Never did i realize that i will be staying in the room this long. Today is the 25th day here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As frail as i am, i always woke up in the middle of the night crying. If i could just measure how much tears i shed, a pail wouldn't be enough. On the contrary, i got to see the real picture of life and friendship when i met Adriana, Mommy Ann, Ate Cora and Macy. I have shared the same room with them. Ady was lucky enough to get the visa a week after but i am luckier because i have her who really cares for me. Ady cares for me so much that she ironed-plan everything before she left. One week of being with her is like a year of friendship; and i missed her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mommy Ann is leaving. She got her visa the other day. Humility serves you right. Mommy Ann doesn't have enough money for her hotel bill since she has been here for 35 days. In order to produce what she needs, we went to each and every room to solicit. It was my first but i am not ashame of what i did. What we did was for someone who need it. We care for Mommy Ann... if you care for someone dear to you, you can do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 25 days here, i actually finished reading the 3 books i brought with me, excluding the chapters i read from the bible. There are times i asked God why i had to experience these hardships and be in a situation like this. But who am i to ask Him? I am His child, and being one serves a part in His big LOVE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never worry what to eat, what to do and what will happen for tomorrow. I simply cherish every moment of my time, as if i am spending it with Him and i am in my wonderful and exciting holiday. Why would i worry? Everything is already laid smoothly and all i have to do is to patiently wait. God blesses those who patiently wait. One worry i had before, my hotel bill. Aha! Everyone in the hotel worries about it, but Praise God, i am not one of them. I don't really worry about it, not a speck... for i already declared and believed that God will help me make ends meet. If you have faith, it will really happen. On the 25th day, with 200 dirhams left in my wallet, Bro Sabu called me on my phone and ask how i was. I told him my situation without expecting anything, yet God touched his heart and he told Bro Gladson and the rest of the Church family. They helped me financially and they even provided more than what i need. God has been faithful all the way. He never fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visa will come on tuesday, and i have enough money to pay for my bills. So why worry? Pray. Believe. Have faith. It will be just fine for He is there to help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-1629446189716526152?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/1629446189716526152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=1629446189716526152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1629446189716526152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1629446189716526152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessings-for-those-who-patiently-wait.html' title='Blessings for those Who Patiently WAIT!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-2488603271780740789</id><published>2008-09-17T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:03:58.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Dirhams</title><content type='html'>I only have 30 dirhams in my pocket; and that is small enough to get me through before my payday... but it was friday; the time to give to God what is due to Him. I already planned it though. I already made a decision to give a portion of what was left with me, 50% actually, that is 15 dirhams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i changed my mind at the very last minute. I give 20 dirhams instead with hearts full of expectations that He will bless me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure how will i able to make ends meet with 10 dirhams left in my wallet. But i didn't really care. So what? I know God will bless me. God will provide everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT YOU SOW IS WHAT YOU WILL REAP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really faithful! Don't ask me how i managed to sustain the whole week with 10 dirhams cos i even got fils left in my wallet. I actually did not run out of money. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what amazed me more? I tell you, GIVE TO THE LORD WHAT IS DUE TO HIM... LET HIM TAKE CARE OF YOU... AND YOU WILL HAVE EVERYTHING MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my payday, i received my cheque... and praise God... i have a salary increase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To GOD be all GLORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be forever grateful being His child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-2488603271780740789?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/2488603271780740789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=2488603271780740789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/2488603271780740789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/2488603271780740789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-dirhams.html' title='20 Dirhams'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-1816513606445760083</id><published>2008-09-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:18:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love has two sides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"tell her how you feel" is what my friends said&lt;br /&gt;-so i picked up the phone&lt;br /&gt;-called your house&lt;br /&gt;-you answerd&lt;br /&gt;-i said "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;-and hung up right after&lt;br /&gt;-the next day&lt;br /&gt;-i told you it was a bet from a friend&lt;br /&gt;-it was partly true&lt;br /&gt;-but you didnt answer&lt;br /&gt;-no sassy come back wich you allways do&lt;br /&gt;-just stood there&lt;br /&gt;-the walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he called my house&lt;br /&gt;-i picked up&lt;br /&gt;-he told me he loved me&lt;br /&gt;-then hung up&lt;br /&gt;-the next day&lt;br /&gt;-i was going to tell you i loved you back&lt;br /&gt;-but you said it was a bet&lt;br /&gt;-i had everything planned out&lt;br /&gt;-every move i planned&lt;br /&gt;-every word&lt;br /&gt;-but when you said that...&lt;br /&gt;-i had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;-i stood and watched you&lt;br /&gt;-as you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy and Girl interpret love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:I saw her today...&lt;br /&gt;Girl:I saw him today...&lt;br /&gt;Boy:It seems like its been forever&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I wonder if he still cares...&lt;br /&gt;Boy:She looks better than before...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I couldn`t help but stare&lt;br /&gt;Boy:I asked her how she was&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I asked him about his new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I`d choose her over any girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He`s probably happy now&lt;br /&gt;Boy:I couln`t look at her without thinking i would cry.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He couldn`t even look at me...&lt;br /&gt;Boy:I told her I missed her...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He told me he missed me...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I meant it...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He didn`t mean it...&lt;br /&gt;Boy:I love her&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He loves her...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I held her&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He gave me a friendly hug...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then I went home and cried...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Then I went home and cried...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I lost her&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I lost him&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I wanna hear you say it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don’t have to.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Because...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I just want to hear you say it in words.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can’t...&lt;br /&gt;The girl started to cry softly and said:&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't love me...&lt;br /&gt;The two continued to walk in silence. They&lt;br /&gt;reached the girls home.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (hesitantly) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;He hugged her gently, kissed the tip of her nose&lt;br /&gt;and whispered in her ear,&lt;br /&gt;"Because three words are not enough..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, love sickness!&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/5251054795561447779-1816513606445760083?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/1816513606445760083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=1816513606445760083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1816513606445760083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1816513606445760083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-sickness.html' title='Love Sickness'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-7973093103475140017</id><published>2008-09-07T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:37:30.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How GREAT is my GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a very exciting and wonderful journey with the Lord last week. It was full of surprises yet fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where you were tasked to do something you do not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to plenty of that last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss asked me to write a letter to the Band Saderat Iran to inquire why the accounts  (as per LC)has not been credited to our acccount yet. My boss told me to look for 'this' guy and give the letter to him and let him do everything. So i went with heart full of doubts, worries and what ifs because i am so CLUELESS what to do. But i stand strong and prayed. I pray to God, my constant companion, to bless me all the way. I pray that He will set everything in order in the bank. First thing i did when i reached the bank, was to look for the guy. I gave him the letter but he forward me to the documentation department and then they referred me to the Manager. Aha! Yup, i got so excited because God did not leave me. The Manager was so kind, really really kind that he assist me well in his office. The letter i handed him is invalid, he said. That's because the signatory has to be verified yet. So he referred me to the verification department in second floor, however, the verification department staff forwarded me to the verification department Manager. Again, God is so good, because the verification department manager was also really really nice. He politely explained that he can not verify the signature because the department can only verify bank signatures, not client signatories and nicely told me to go back to the manager of the LC Department in fourth floor. I explained everything to the LC Department Manager, he called the verification Department Manager, they talked and then he said, "Ok madam, i will do your request today (though we're already close) but you promise you give me the verified letter tomorrow."[the bank working hours is 9am-2pm bcos of Ramadan]. Praise God! I was so happy because my time was not put into waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my boss suddenly asked me to come with him to go the Inspection company to process the documents we need to export the commodities. i never been really exposed to that kind of job. I do talked and negotiated with them through telephone but that's it. Yet now, i will be dealing with them face to face. I really thought my boss simply took me to be with him there, but it turned out, he will be just waiting in the car and i will do everything. I could have had a nervous breakdown because i have no idea what to do. It is my first time. But i know nothing is impossible with God, so i prayed hard that He will bless me again and touch the people in the company to assist me well. God is so good indeed, the iranian lady i talked to over the phone assist me nicely. I asked her what to do because i honestly don't know anything. She smilely said, "Oh dear, all i need is the original copy of Bill of Lading and the certificates.Don't worry.". I was so blessed because the lady processed it in less than 15 minutes and i'm off to the parking lot where my boss was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was done for the day, but we still need to go to the Dubai Chamber of Commerce for verification and certification of documents. So we went there and again, he let me do everything. It was my very first time to go there. Dubai Chamber of Commerce is not a place where people can just enter and see. The security has to checked what purpose you'll be doing there for you to enter. When i entered the building, it was so crowded. I mean, there were tons of queues everywhere. But Good is awesome! I prayed to God that He will arranged smoothly everything for me, and yes.. He did! The customer service i talked to was so kind, she sent me to a nice document verifier. The document verifier was so nice also. Though i saw that she was a bit irritated to the guy she assisted before me, her mood has changed when she assisted me. She's then smiling and as i told her that it was my first time, she simply said, "So this is your first time, ok don't worry, i will do everything for you." I was so happy and can't help myself praising again and again. She done the job in 20 minutes and i went to meet my boss who was waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not over yet, because i was about to tell you the most exciting part. I thought we're heading back to the office, but we stopped by the Dubai Islamic Bank and my boss suddenly told me to get a copy of his personal account statements. I have been doing that kind of task, but i doubted that time because we lack authorization letter and requisition letter. I told him the situation and he said, "Just go!" I had no choice but to go. When i entered the bank, i was seem really blank. I'm emotionless and i just rolled my eyes in the room full of men. Yup, you rarely see women in Dubai. All you can see everywhere are guys. I did not stop praying for God's mercy. I was scared and hesitated because of the fact that i did not have any proof with me (like the letters) but only my boss identification card and account number. I saw that there were 3 CSR, 2 locals and an indian guy. Honestly speaking, i don't like dealing with locals, because first: they seldom listen, second: you have to do what they told you no matter how bad your situation, and third, begging is not an option. So i prayed to God really hard. I said, "Lord, please let the indian guy assist me. I don't want to be attended by the two locals, please let the indian guy assist me." i took 2 ticket numbers, 512 and 124. i don't really know which one i should fall because the number was randomly distributed to the three of them and i got scared because the 500+ ticket number kept increasing and i'm already close to it. I was the next customer to the local guy, and i was still in the second to the indian guy. I begged and prayed again hoping the indian guy will assist me, because i am certain that the local will say they can not provide me the statements because i don't have authorization letter and the requisition letter signed by the account owner. But God is really marvelous! The indian pressed his buzzer just before the local pressed his. I was so glad. There was still a little doubt though. I just told him i need to get the statement of my boss' account for 6 months but only have his identication card and account number but without the authorization letter and requisition letter. God is awesome, He touched the indian guy's heart and the indian guy just smiled and said, "Ok, six months right? from February?" and i nodded and smile. I got the statements in less than 3 minutes and went to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pish, it's not finished yet. It was a very long journey for me but it's not over yet. My boss told that we will be going to Persia International Bank in DIFC (Department of Finance Center). Again and again, it was my very first time to enter the beautifully made huge building like DIFC. All we did there was to submit all the documents i gone through processing then we left the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most fulfilling was the time my boss told me, "Well done Yasi!".... and i said, "Praise God!."&lt;br /&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/5251054795561447779-7973093103475140017?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/7973093103475140017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=7973093103475140017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/7973093103475140017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/7973093103475140017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-great-is-my-god.html' title='How GREAT is my GOD!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-2246894731667375814</id><published>2008-09-06T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:45:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His WILL be done unto ME</title><content type='html'>I know I need to center myself, a need to center myself more closely to God. I’m feeling tired. I got sick. I am depressed. I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from now on, I will not entertain all those things that worry me. I will let the Lord handle everything. My mind couldn’t bear the pressure anymore, so I will lay down everything to God and let Him do His will in my life. I know God has a wonderful plan in my life and I can’t wait to experience all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have here a list of prayer request. May God bless me all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Working Visa… I hope to have it before September 30, 2008. That is when my visit visa expires.&lt;br /&gt;(2)Salary Increase… I pray that God will touch my employer’s heart and will grant me my increase.&lt;br /&gt;(3)Good Health… I have been sick for a week already due to colds and flu. May the Lord God Almighty heal me fully!&lt;br /&gt;(4)Wisdom… new things keep coming and I need God’s wisdom to guide me and lead me.&lt;br /&gt;(5)Love… I pray that God will bless everyone I am with, dealt with, been with, will be dealing with, and will be with. May they remain kind, caring, and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;(6)Financial Blessings… to all my loveones, friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God will grant everything for He has said, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASK and it will be GIVEN!&lt;/span&gt;”…  Nothing is impossible with God, and I believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-2246894731667375814?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/2246894731667375814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=2246894731667375814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/2246894731667375814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/2246894731667375814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/09/his-will-be-done-unto-me.html' title='His WILL be done unto ME'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-8915861305121475738</id><published>2008-09-03T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:31:34.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is worthy to be Praised</title><content type='html'>Every Thursday evening is the Church’s Music Team practice. It has always been my plan to feature the music team in my blog, but I just couldn’t seem to get the opportunity to take pictures of them. Good thing, I had the chance last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to serve God and I am happy that the church has given me the chance to continue my ministry to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to join the ministry is not for self-satisfaction. To be in a ministry is a devotion to serve the Lord, our God through music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us and purifies us as we lead the people in worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see the pictures? See them &lt;a href="http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/09/scc-music-team.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-8915861305121475738?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/8915861305121475738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=8915861305121475738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8915861305121475738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/8915861305121475738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-is-worthy-to-be-praised.html' title='God is worthy to be Praised'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-9219697266082157287</id><published>2008-08-31T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:08:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate being a worrier!</title><content type='html'>I only have 1 month left and i still don't have my working visa. I am worried now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i already made a plan --- to talk to my boss early in the morning and (again) open up my concern. For a thousand times already, i kept reminding them about the issue but they've been deaf all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unlucky for me that my boss are not in the office today. I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do pray for me. I need my working visa before my visit visa expires. I need your prayers. From the bottom of my heart, i'm begging you to pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-9219697266082157287?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/9219697266082157287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=9219697266082157287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/9219697266082157287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/9219697266082157287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/08/hate-being-worrier.html' title='Hate being a worrier!'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251054795561447779.post-1478385721149035666</id><published>2008-08-23T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:27:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indifferent</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last posted an emotional poignant clique that would somehow best describe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so indifferent, that in one way or the other I heavily left unwanted marks deep within me. When Pastor shared about the iniquity we had inside, I was shoved into deep misery. Perhaps, I had this tiny little iniquity inside that been burning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;s in my life lately cos I am upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I had in my mind that I feel like letting go but my untamed self restores every hate that hides within and upsets me once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251054795561447779-1478385721149035666?l=aseira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/feeds/1478385721149035666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251054795561447779&amp;postID=1478385721149035666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1478385721149035666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251054795561447779/posts/default/1478385721149035666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseira.blogspot.com/2008/08/indifferent.html' title='Indifferent'/><author><name>Yesha Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082272666111595454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/simpleyesa/yesa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
