I once was lost but now I'm found

And here is when 2012 draws to a close and I recap. It's been a strange year. The first quarter, it was like I was on a high. Back when kpop still mattered and was part of the temporary cheer up method. In which, God mattered, but kpop seemed bigger. I ran away from home this year? Feels like yonks ago. Second quarter: When friendships mattered a lot and I was blinded by the fact that I wasn't loved, that the world would end because my friend stopped talking to me. When I really started to feel lonely. When I wanted the attention from people, rather than focusing on pleasing God and being His servant. Third quarter: When God really begins to take over. When sin really begin to crawl out and show itself. When insecurity really begins to kick in. When I find no satisfaction in ' I love you' When people drift away as I am left to deal with this 'alone'. And I'm still seeking approval of man rather than God. I wanted love. No, I'm not okay. Final quar...

" Comfort for weary sinners Strength for the struggling saint Jesus Christ has risen from the grave" A great reminder that Jesus is our hope and that he has overcome death. So hope in Him. For he is eternal, he is our hope. He is victorious, he is the way, the truth and the life. So hope in him in times of despair. John 16:33. Take heart. He has overcome the world.

Keep holding on, Annie. Don't let go of this hope in Jesus. Don't give in to sin. Fight this battle faithfully. Keep going. Keep holding on. Run to His embrace. Hold on. Keep hoping in Him. Find rest in Him. Keep holding on.

I don't want to go home. I don't want to be at a place where I can't seem to figure things out. A place where I don't even feel loved. A place where I'm looked down upon. No. I don't want it.

I don't get it. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I want guidance. I want answers. I need you God. I want to go home. I can't even understand why tears are flowing. I don't understand anything. I can't grasp the problem. I don't know what to do. I want to go home.

Praise God! I was able to spend an entire day with awesomely encouraging and fun brothers and sisters~ Also praise God for outreach today. Had some fruitful conversations of Jesus. Pray that people will work in those who listened to us and those whi rejected us. Hopefully, someday they will get Jesus~ Praise God for good fellowship after outreach at subway & at the rectory. Good fun. :) A day very very well spent. ㅋㅋㅋ

All I want for Christmas is...you. But God has a plan for me, and it seems that this christmas wish won't be fulfilled. On a happier note, I don't need to spend christmas in hospital! YEEEEH! Thanks Daddy! Thanks for looking after me from above, past, present and in the future too! And of course, thanks for Jesus! If not for Jesus, I wouldn't even have a christmas holiday~ YAY! Thanks God~

It's been 3 days spent in hospital...yet they still don't know what's wrong. Why am I here? Why does it hurt? I don't understand. Can I go home yet? This place makes me realise that maybe home isn't so bad. At least I have a comfy room where no needles are stuck in me. :/

(Running out of title ideas) It's so much easier to hide feelings. So much easier to say I'm okay. So much easier to tell people the day wasn't too bad. So much easier to pretend it doesn't hurt. So much easier to bottle it up. So much easier to pretend. I'm tired. Very very tired.

I'm so unworthy. Why? Why would someone die for me? Me, useless, unworthy, ridiculous, pathetic me. Why? Don't get me wrong, I'm so thankful for God's grace. I just really question my worth. I get it. Jesus died for me so that my worthlessness would be made worthy in God's eyes. I understand that, but why? I mean, am I really seen as worthy? Me? Sinful, worthless me? Worthy? The word just doesn't fit me. On a different note. I'm so worthless, I don't know why I still have hope that one day, you'll like me too...I mean, who would like me? Why would ANYONE like me. O.o

DON'T rub the fact that we're distant in my face. It hurts enough that we aren't close anymore. Don't tell me what we used to be. Don't tell me what we are now. I know VERY well and it hurts. But it hurts more having someone tell it to my face. Don't say it, whether you're kidding or not. Don't.