I've found a friend who died for me

For the longest time possible, I've neglected this blog. Uploading songs that I feel for and more, I think that was the best possible way of expressing myself.

Things have finally changed for the better.

Read through several old mails and I'm glad to say that it doesn't bring as much hurt as before. But more of a lesson learned. Nobody's at fault here, we are all journeying in this part of life and it's all a learning process.

Am glad that my relationship with my family is getting better. Dad's really an inspiration and a great source of comfort. Driving me to school every morning and literally talking about general things keeps me reminded that my parents really love me.

Several doors opened onto me and I'm excited about it. Yet I approach it cautiously; what is His best plan for me?

Feels like a long time, but it's only 1 month plus. Feel maturer, a little more understanding and graceful.

Truly, all things work for His purpose and glory; every rejection comes a new appointment (:

In the midsts of everything, I shall sing a song of praise
My life, placed on the altar
I shall take a step, against all odds
Beated, battered and bruised
But unconquered I will be

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; 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 fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.