This book Rox!

This book, Heaven Is So Real give me a picture of how heaven actually looks like as well as hell and how God actually work on us...and how He prepare us to do what He has plan for for us...beside that...i know how loving is our God and how gentle is Him. Through this book, God ask me not to give up on Him and He will always be with me. The most important thing that i realize after reading this book is...He is coming very soon...an unexpected timing .

Today in my youth we watch "Facing The Giants" ,this story talk bout how God actually turn an impossible thing to possible.....and it really inspiring and touch us...i almost cry while watchin. After that we watch a video clip which show a man who have cancer and praising Lord with the song Healer in his concert. He say that how God help him and working in him, the song that he sang is very touching ,every word he sang hit my mind and i know that the Lord did the same thing to me.....

Healer
Verse1
You hold my every moment
You calm my raging seas
You walk with me through fire
And heal all my disease
I trust in You
I trust in You

Chorus
I believe You’re my Healer
I believe You are all I need
I believe You’re my Portion
I believe You’re more than enough for me
Jesus You’re all I need

Bridge
Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible for You
You hold my world in Your hands

The demon attack me this morning

Today 4th of august,when i was sleeping i was attacked by demon. When i was still asleep i actually saw something standing in front of my bed ,i cant see clearly what is that , i just saw something black and look scary. By that time i my mind was 80% clear but i guess this thing i saw is in my dream......but i have a rasional mind by that time and the whole environment is actually exactly same with my room so i really not sure i was in a dream or not.....u all know that demon can actually attack u in many ways.....in dream is one of it.Suddenly i saw it jump to me and on that moment my whole body like.....shaking and "ma bi".......and i hear some weird and scary sound...

Then i was so scare....i begin to pray to Jesus in my dream,i ask God to help me to get rid of it..and i begin to rebuke it in the name of Jesus...i tried bout 3 times..but each time i open my eye i saw it standing there again.. the 3rd time i think it goes off when i shout " In Jesus's name you leave! U have no right to be in this room! Leave now ! Leave now ! In Jesus's name u leave right now!!"

I tot it left,then when i look straight i saw someone holding yellow colour pillow and blanket asking me,"am i sleeping here"....it abit look like my mom but i definitetly can tell tell you that she is not! She is one of the thing that come attack me...i was shock and quickly rebuke it..but i dont know where my courage came from and when i rebuke i believe the it will soon disapear if i continue to rebuke it in God's name...after 1-2 times i open my eye and stare at it......slowly slowly i begin to see that thing disappear and i realize that i was actually opening my eye in real life! Becoz when that thing disappear i saw my cupboard and i knew that i was awake....and i begin to weep and thank God.

I understand God let this happen to me cause He want me to know that He will always be with me and He is the only one can help me .

The best story i have ever read....

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.

'Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

In Ns.....

Ns is the longest camp i have went and i dislike all those army training.....so i worried since 1 month ago before i went......but that day came so fast...the 1st day i went there,i am all alone...no fren and only God with me......wherever i feel lonely i will realize that God is always beside me .just i cant see Him but He is the only one who will help me and never leave me when i in need..in the bus i was actually crying and crying...cause i have to stay in this camp for 2 months ++ ...in the bus i was accompany by the worship song.....

On that nite i dont even have a fren,so i cried and i pray to Lord to help me..my faith was so strong when i in camp,i feel in this world only me and Him. The the next few days,we change Dorm again,and i shift to Dorm 3 ,i think the Lord hear my prayer and He gave me a best fren in Ns..she is the most kind and frendly gurl in Ns! She is a buddhist but she help me in avthing and share with me avthing,i was so please to have this fren...after that i dont feel lonely anymore .

And 1 time i went to the Dorm 1 bathroom to take bath coz my Dorm 3 bathroom got some problem. I went to the Dorm 1 1st bathroom,they have 3 there. When i was about to open the shower i realize that the shower is spoilt and the water hardly to flow out...i was thinking oh my.....i still have to rush for the activities and the next bathroom got ppl......then Jesus Christ came to my mind...i try to use Jesus name to rebuke the shower........i try 2-3 times...then i think i was just trying but in my heart really hope that it will work...when i open the shower the water really flow out ! Amazing huh...then when i came out and the next person went in ,i heard that person shouting " Hey! why no water one!! "

Church camp(2006)....

The 1st high praise camp i went is actually a combination of adults ,teenage and children......but this is the most wonderful camp i have went ...this is actually my starting point of knowing Jesus. In that camp Jesus spoke to me........the 1st time of my life. In this camp He told me that He has given me joy and i now fill with joy...and in this camp i starting to see what Jesus has done to me...i saw He die on the cross for our sin , He was nail to the cross ,and i also saw He was crying cause many of His chidren disobey Him,didnt know Him and turn away from Him...on that camp all of us was crying and crying for the Lord,for what He have done ...for what He has sacrifice and for His great love for us. After that camp i knew that God is real,God is always beside me and help me during my trouble...our God is awesome an God!!

Gift that Jesus has gave me...

I came from a broken family which mean my parents divorce when i was bout 7years old...but i dont know why i able to accept this without any struggle....till the year 2006 in a church camp...i realize one thing..while i worshipping Him and crying to Him,Jesus Christ tell me that He have give me the gift of joy and now I am fill with joy. That moment i realize that, throughout this 9 years i have live in a broken family without any "problem" is actually not my own strength ...but is Him,He who gave me the joy and be with me always and always. Sometimes i even see He is holding my hand when i was a small kid and walk with me and carry me when i was a baby..like a Father . And i oso knew that He has given my mother strength to overcome everything that come toward her so that she can bring us up. Lord has done alot of thing in my life and my family...Thanks You Jesus....