"Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes, with your right hand you save me. The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O Lord, endures forever-- do not abandon the works of your hands." - Psalm 138:7-8

The hands that stretch out to me are pierced. I have travelled to various buddist temple back in China. And looking at the statue of budda, his crossed legs, his peaceful and almost mocking smile. Indifferent! yes, that's the word to describle him. Turn to Jesus... blood soaked cross, nail-pierced hands, a fainted smile towards heaven. He is a God who understands my pain, in fact He experienced the worst pain imaginable.

Lord, it seems like life is tough.. it's tough for everyone. Hard to laugh, we tend to hide behind our fake laugters... hide the pain...being down, up and down again. I am so unstable, so esailly influence by my circumstances. "from cradle to grave, life is hard" Yet, that's not how the story ends. We have hope for an eternity in heaven... it seems during the weekdays...i wait and long for the weekend. In this life, I wait for heaven.. and it will last forever. And that IS how the story ends. The hurt is still here...but YOu are rite beside me all the way, Lord.
God, I need u to hold my hands and tell me that everything is going to be okay... whatever happens.... U will be there w/ me... close... very close... rite beside me...