<?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-30776940</id><updated>2012-02-05T00:17:25.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSIONS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-8641326118056568894</id><published>2012-02-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:17:25.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;During the time Rev Viju Varkey George (2006 to 2008) was Vicar at Christ Church, Trivandrum, he identified my so called creativity and pushed me in positive encouragement to design the motto for all three years, the Lord’s Name be praised !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, as Sunday School teacher I was able to get his son, Navin Varkey George (Bass), Eric and Joe (Tenor), Thomas and Jonathan (vocal percussion), Nisha and Caroline, and a few others (Harmony) for the song of Acappella Ministries –TRUTH IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even more amazing as we had it done as a tableau, drama-cum-song, and it was very much appreciated. Anupa as Jesus, Nivedita as Pontius Pilate, Joshua George Koshie and his team as those who threw stones at Stephen, and His Name waved high above that day as these children put heart and soul into it amidst their exams! Some of them are engineers now, and into other fields of study, but I’m happy and blessed to note they all hold JESUS OUR IMMANUEL as their FIRST PRIORITY… ALELUIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;As the King of Kings was questioned by Pilate long ago&lt;br /&gt;He declared His kingdom different not of this world&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom for the side of truth like none has ever been&lt;br /&gt;Pilate asked, What is truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;He was standing right in front of him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth was standing right in front of him&lt;br /&gt;As plain as anything could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Truth was standing right in front of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;He was standing there for all the world to see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way, The Truth, the Life, the Victory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen, first beloved martyr, gave up his life for Him&lt;br /&gt;Being stoned by angry people filled with revenge&lt;br /&gt;Where was God when all this happened?&lt;br /&gt;Stephen looked into the sky, he was never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;God was standing right in front of him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth was standing right in front of him&lt;br /&gt;As plain as anything could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Truth was standing right in front of him&lt;br /&gt;Revealed to him for comfort and to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;He was standing there for his delivery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the quest for truth continues until this very day&lt;br /&gt;But the source that we should seek is not of this world&lt;br /&gt;A truth that is revealed by God, the Spirit's made it clear&lt;br /&gt;If you ask what is truth? &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;He is standing right in front of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is standing right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;As plain as anything could ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Truth is standing right in front of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;The Way, the Truth, the Life, the Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is standing right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Showing love for open eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Jesus is standing right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Standing there for He will always be&lt;br /&gt;The Son of Man, the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;The King of Kings, the Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;The Way, the Truth, the Life, the Victory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-8641326118056568894?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8641326118056568894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=8641326118056568894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/8641326118056568894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/8641326118056568894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2012/02/truth-is-standing-right-in-front-of-you.html' title='TRUTH IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-3905938858951899151</id><published>2012-02-04T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:12:15.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU NEVER LET GO OF ME (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_1"&gt;Even though I walk through the valley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_2"&gt;Of the shadow of death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_3"&gt;Your perfect love is casting out fear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_4"&gt;And even when I'm caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_5"&gt;Of the storms of this life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_6"&gt;I won't turn back, I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7"&gt;And I will fear no evil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_8"&gt;For my God is with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9"&gt;And if my God is with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10"&gt;Whom then shall I fear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="line line-s" id="line_11"&gt;Whom then shall I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12"&gt;Oh no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_13"&gt;Through the calm and through the storm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_14"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_15"&gt;In every high and every low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_16"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_17"&gt;Lord, You never let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_18"&gt;And I can see a light that is coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_19"&gt;For the heart that holds on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_20"&gt;A glorious light beyond all compare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_21"&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_22"&gt;But until that day comes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_23"&gt;We'll live to know You here on the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_25"&gt;Oh no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_26"&gt;Through the calm and through the storm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_27"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_28"&gt;In every high and every low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_29"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_30"&gt;Lord, You never let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_31"&gt;Yes, I can see a light that is coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_32"&gt;For the heart that holds on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_33"&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_34"&gt;But until that day comes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_35"&gt;Still I will praise You, still I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_36"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_37"&gt;Through the calm and through the storm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_38"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_39"&gt;In every high and every low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_40"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_41"&gt;Lord, You never let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_42"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_43"&gt;Through the calm and through the storm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_44"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_45"&gt;In every high and every low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_46"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_47"&gt;Lord, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-3905938858951899151?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3905938858951899151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=3905938858951899151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3905938858951899151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3905938858951899151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-never-let-go-of-me-lyrics.html' title='YOU NEVER LET GO OF ME (Lyrics)'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-899758837618677709</id><published>2012-02-03T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:14:58.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOXOLOGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s been quiet some time since I’ve been able to partake in the Holy Communion service at Christ  Church owing to various trivial medical reasons. During which I would strive to attend the mini-worship sessions on Friday morning here at CSI Christ Church Trivandrum, where we have been regular members since 1991 till date only by HIS Grace and only for HIS Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So during my looooong vacations I missed out on Very Rev Mathew Mathew Achen’s bold proclamation of the doxology, that sets the spark of revival in my heart to really live out all he just proclaimed in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go out into the world in peace; have courage; hold onto what is good; return no one evil for evil; strengthen the faint-hearted; support the weak, and help the suffering; honor all people; love and serve the Lord, rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit and may the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit be amongst you and remain with you always. AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-899758837618677709?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/899758837618677709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=899758837618677709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/899758837618677709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/899758837618677709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2012/02/doxology.html' title='DOXOLOGY'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-6348921331492442303</id><published>2012-02-02T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:44:46.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Hand Of God lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 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font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;--Jeremy Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-6348921331492442303?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6348921331492442303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=6348921331492442303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/6348921331492442303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/6348921331492442303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2012/02/healing-hand-of-god-lyrics.html' title='Healing Hand Of God lyrics'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-1788507416934414933</id><published>2012-02-02T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:04:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded Soldier (Danny Daniels)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;I am loved (I am loved)&lt;br /&gt;I am accepted (I am accepted)&lt;br /&gt;By the Saviour of my soul (Saviour of my soul)&lt;br /&gt;I am loved (I am loved)&lt;br /&gt;I am accepted (I am accepted)&lt;br /&gt;And my wounds will be made whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-1788507416934414933?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1788507416934414933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=1788507416934414933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/1788507416934414933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/1788507416934414933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2012/02/wounded-soldier-danny-daniels.html' title='Wounded Soldier (Danny Daniels)'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-4809775728835620267</id><published>2011-12-16T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:24:44.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE HIS PEACE :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?&lt;br /&gt;The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?&lt;br /&gt;To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?&lt;br /&gt;On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,&lt;br /&gt;and Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-4809775728835620267?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4809775728835620267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=4809775728835620267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/4809775728835620267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/4809775728835620267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-his-peace.html' title='PEACE HIS PEACE :-)'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-3060464638074041878</id><published>2011-12-14T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:13:50.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W-A-D-A</title><content type='html'>We Agree To Disagree Agreeably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an awesome ministry technique, that was taught during the &lt;span class="st"&gt;Daily Bible Studies that were led by Mr. Valentine &lt;em&gt;Davidar&lt;/em&gt;, the Asia Director of &lt;em&gt;Haggai&lt;/em&gt; Institute&lt;/span&gt; in the Haggai Leadership Institute Non-Residential Training Session that God enable me to attend during March 1st to 3rd, 1998 with the encouragement of the then Youth For Christ Director (a very father-figure loving ANNAN that i miss soooo much) as a loving and kind brother(microbiologist and member of Mateer Memorial Chruch) would pick and drop me off from my home on his speedy YEZDI !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Valentine Davidar taught us this technique when we met at loggerheads with situations as mentioned in Romans 12:2 "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the  renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what  God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD JESUS for HIS uncompromising stubborn passion driven and prayerful life, death and resurrection here on earth as HE ran HIS RACE till the finishing line to SAVE US ALL from the fiery depths of eternal damnation and go on higher to INTERCEDE for us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUIAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-3060464638074041878?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3060464638074041878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=3060464638074041878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3060464638074041878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3060464638074041878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2011/12/w-d.html' title='W-A-D-A'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-3780223596769443256</id><published>2011-12-10T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T03:01:46.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sword of MULLAPERIYAAR DAMocles</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;In  the midst of the ongoing fear and doubt of imminent calamity that hangs  above us like 'the sword of Damocles', my thoughts wander off to a past  unknown…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;what would I have done if my brother's sacrifice was accepted;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;or would I have found refuge in the ark where only eight "fools" chose  to be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;or where would I have been when Daniel and his friends were cast  into the fiery furnace, would I be kne&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;eling  face down in the dust at Nebuchadnezzar’s idol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;would I have been in  the lion’s den with Daniel for having dared to pray to the one true God…  even when it was totally “illogical” to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Even if I were to be  "disliked" by all my friends and family would I sit with Job in the  ashes and not even for once grumble at God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Would I have shouted the  words “Crucify, crucify” along with the mob, just because “everybody  else is doing it”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Or would I have been with the 'religious righteous'  of the time, stoning Stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Would I have been the aristocrat shoving  off “common folk” from entering the life-boats on the Titanic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;or would I  be the old man holding on to his wife’s hand in calm assurance smiling  in the midst of freezing waters saying with all my first-love and calm,  “till death do us part”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Would I be the foolish violinist who would  linger on to play, “Nearer my God to Thee” as death came knocking at my  door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;or would I be the fanatic evangelist who would cling to the  railing hoping to snatch a few more souls into His kingdom as I shout  above the roar of the sea, “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall no be in  want…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for any calamity that may beset me, I will press on to  change that which I am called to do. Whether it be with hands and  fingers that pain or in future a body that cannot press on, I will be at  cheerful peace…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Because He lives, all FEAR is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, YES I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;HE holds my future&lt;br /&gt;And life is worth the living just because HE LIVES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-3780223596769443256?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3780223596769443256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=3780223596769443256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3780223596769443256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3780223596769443256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-midst-of-ongoing-fear-and-doubt-of.html' title='The Sword of MULLAPERIYAAR DAMocles'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-1814040143918086318</id><published>2009-04-01T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:21:55.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i moved thru life wondering if it held any meaning, what it held for me, would i be remembered, would i be loved?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;or am i just a passing phase in the circle of life?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;my sense of aimlessness and meaningless wandering was turned about the moment my gaze rested on this singular lady for the first time in my life, her character taller than mine, her personality far mature than mine, a halo of calmness and peace permeated all those around, and i wondered if i was worthy of seeking her hand&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and it turned out to be we were destined for each other, we shared so much in common, we understood each other better than anyone else... that perfect someone, which everyone thought impossible, including ourselves&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;yet another reminder that Jesus loves the little children, the guy who was labelled "the fool" by kith and kin, the guy who all the teachers' wrote off as "a day-dreamer. and will amount to nothing", the guy who felt so lonely and unloved, and imperfect...&lt;br /&gt;has his life all changed in one moment&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a sense of renewed purpose, hope, and peace... re-born&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;we would never meet was it not for the constant tears and prayers of our parents and siblings&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i wonder if i'm dreaming!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;naaaaah i'm not :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrmVgID5mNE/SdOinLO1YEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1Wn6bKARv6Q/s1600-h/C%26L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrmVgID5mNE/SdOinLO1YEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1Wn6bKARv6Q/s320/C%26L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319774378768293954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-1814040143918086318?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1814040143918086318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=1814040143918086318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/1814040143918086318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/1814040143918086318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-moved-thru-life-wondering-if-it-held.html' title=''/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrmVgID5mNE/SdOinLO1YEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1Wn6bKARv6Q/s72-c/C%26L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-3979343729037241037</id><published>2008-09-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:23:44.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life seems to go on in a never ending cycle of fun, food, sleep, prayer, sickness, studies, work and sadness. But some way along the line we find we've reached a slump, or a certain something that envelopes our whole being. It so engulfs us that we feel all the mundane has suddenly ceased to exist. We feel let-down, down-trodden, deserted and very much insecure that it not only leaves us brooding over this seemingly widening hole, but paralyzes our capacity to think freely. It empowers us to the extent that we are overcome by this thought process rendering us incapacitated beyond our logic and reason. We even feel that we've wasted away a whole life time, that we've been on our life journey pointlessly, that all the time and effort we've put in so selflessly and earnestly has become the source of our despair.&lt;br /&gt;    It's in this low point that a few words of wisdom and a relieving perspective of life was pointed out to me by a highly respected individual more of my mentor, friend and big brother at my place of work, enlightened me over lunch with the philosophy of "Hakuna Matata" written by Tim Rice for the animated motion picture The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hakuna Matata!&lt;br /&gt;    What a wonderful phrase&lt;br /&gt;    Hakuna Matata!&lt;br /&gt;    Ain't no passing craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It means no worries&lt;br /&gt;    For the rest of your days&lt;br /&gt;    It's our problem-free philosophy&lt;br /&gt;    Hakuna Matata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome feeling to be able to sing it out and bask in the glory of life's slumps which might look as much insignificant to begin with, but are in reality sure-footed stepping stones that will help us sail smoothly on through the pleasant gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-3979343729037241037?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3979343729037241037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=3979343729037241037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3979343729037241037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/3979343729037241037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/slump.html' title='The Slump'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-1702989805367519348</id><published>2007-11-18T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T07:45:51.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    I enter scared, confused, lonely and with a complete feeling of insecurity. My fingers turn white as I clutch on to the truth, but even truth gives me no respite from this foreboding place. Its inner gloom transcends its outward beauty. I enter, bereft of peace. I see there many others such as myself, those who have come before me, seeking exactly what I seek, but it will be denied. Denied not because we stand against it, but denied because we cannot ‘afford’ it. This is a place where the first thing you would notice is the multitude of men and women in black coats and cloaks floating past you. More like bats, busy draining the life-blood of the innocent and greedily living-off the luxury of the guilty. They claim they will advocate your case and sweep the judge right off his feet and a verdict will be made in favour of the truth you hold on to, but it’s a scam, a farce. But yet you go on hopefully, dreaming that the truth shall set you free. But it isn’t our destiny as we can’t afford to handle the ‘truth’ because we cannot own it. This is a place where truth can be persuaded, influenced, forged and even bought at a price. This is the kind of ‘justice’ you would experience prevailing in the courts of our nation. A nation whose ‘truth’ is as diverse as its culture. But this form of justice permeates into the society we live in, our educational institutions and sadly our work place. We feel left out, forgotten, used, drained and discarded. We cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    But a positive note still remains, regardless of the prevailing gloom, truth will prevail, it most assuredly shall set you free, if not in this world, most assuredly in the next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-1702989805367519348?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1702989805367519348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=1702989805367519348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/1702989805367519348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/1702989805367519348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth.html' title='TRUTH??'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-2043993198870648106</id><published>2007-10-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T06:42:29.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord grant me the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to change the things I can,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I can't&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-2043993198870648106?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2043993198870648106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=2043993198870648106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/2043993198870648106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/2043993198870648106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-lord.html' title='O Lord...'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-115496770696567832</id><published>2006-08-07T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:21:47.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Restored Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   Sometimes through our journey of life we come across this bump in the road that shakes up our life so damn badly that it shakes the very foundation on which we have built it. We go through life as we would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; flip through a book... thinking that after each page lies another page waiting to be flipped... that life will go on as it has till now. But in the lives of a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;hosen few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; life isn't always as smooth as flipping through a book... as some of the pages in their book seem torn off... ripped out permanently. All that such people have is to flip through the fine smooth pages they carelessly flipped away in the past and cherish each moment passed... digging up memories long forgotten so as to remind themselves that life wasn't always as dark as it now is... there were happy times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   But to dwelve on the past is meaningless... and to spend one's life there would be an utter waste... but wise is he who gathers stre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ngth from the darkness and gloom to turn the pages that lay ahead of him... for from then on he is free from all fear.. as he can turn through life's pages with courage and a determined spirit... a spirit that has gone through the fire and has come out refined... restored. For a restored spirit is far better... no... far greater than a whole body!! For what profit is the flesh which will perish and wither away... it is a higher call to have a restored spirit that will live on through eternity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   My body may fail... my bones may crack... I may be plagued by spasms of pain... my vision might falter... but my soul will live on... for it will not faint or grow weary... life's bumps and holes may try to crush it but my soul will be victorious for I draw my stre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ngth form the one who has given it to me... the Author and Restorer of my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; y Saviour and my King!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-115496770696567832?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115496770696567832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=115496770696567832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115496770696567832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115496770696567832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/restored-soul.html' title='The Restored Soul'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-115410876258379741</id><published>2006-07-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:46:02.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are Destined to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I've got an awesome friend... humorous and funloving... at the same time an exceptional self-taught programmer... I prefer to call him a genius... as he has taught me much and still does. Now this friend of mine has been working for quite some time with this fast budding IT company whose employees had never seen my friends face-to-face... but they had seen and admired his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   The Director and Founder of this company (also my friend... a "one-of-a-kind" kinda guy... for his multi faceted abilities and undying calmness and rock-solid presence of mind... no matter what!!) had seen him... talked to him... trained him... and seems very much satisfied with his performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   So as the proposal of this company to meet my friend kept on being postponed due to unforseen reasons... it materialised atlast as a 14 person trip to his home, some 260kms away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   I believe it was more our destiny to be with him than it was his to be with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   On the auspicious day... the journey began... all had taken extra effort to be their best... some even spent sleepless nights scheduling and organising the trip. They did their best to make it as perfect and hassle-free as possible... which was evidently fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   The journey though a happy one, had an air of mystery... suspense, rather, as none of them knew what to expect... they had never seen him... but those thoughts drowned in the lively music, painstakingly selected the previous night. We stopped for breakfast... I ate heartily.... and got to know the rest of the team... I had seen them... but never interacted with them... each one of them unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   After 5 long hours and also the problem put up by me for having to stop twice or thrice to strech my legs... we reached our destination. All suspense was blown away and replaced with a time of fun and laughter. Then my friend's mum and his grandmum brought in refreshments and all of us digged in... his dad narrated a story... which at the moment sounded incoherent to me as I was deeply engrossed in the huge piece of chicken pastry and the nut filled cream cake which was mouth watering. Most pleasant of all was observing how the others ate... amusing, really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   But then a silence reigned throughout and my friend and i did our best to break the monotony by taking snaps of those present... half eating... half talkin... half sleeping... The silence was turned to laughter when they saw the kind of pictures we took and as we pointed out the various humorous expressions made by each...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   After which we all gathered together for an extensive photo session... and then prepared for a brief departure... I wonder if all of them shook his hand... must've fallen off in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   They all came in doubt and left content to have found a team-mate... and more importantly a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   The visit was short and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   I wish we had gone earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-115410876258379741?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115410876258379741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=115410876258379741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115410876258379741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115410876258379741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2006/07/friends-are-destined-to-be.html' title='Friends are Destined to be...'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-115364706313109341</id><published>2006-07-23T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:40:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is beautiful... i'm not talkin figuratively... but literally. Life is so damn good... u tend to take all of it for granted... as if it was all a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh morning break of dawn... the birds singing at 4:30am... the stars slowly loosing their glitter and fading into the ever glowing sunrise... the cock crowing... the gentle mist... the cool air... the budding rose... the untiring ant... and the persevering spider weaving that silky web glistening in the dew filled morn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this leads me to a song I and my brother used to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tiny star that twinkles in the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of morning dew,&lt;br /&gt;Every spark of fire blazing in the furnace,&lt;br /&gt;Every captivating view,&lt;br /&gt;Every rainbow in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Every pretty butterfly...&lt;br /&gt;Tells the fascinating news to those who dare to hope;&lt;br /&gt; And the message is...&lt;br /&gt;    God... still loves the world,&lt;br /&gt;    God still loves the...&lt;br /&gt;    God still, still loves the world....&lt;br /&gt;    So throw urself into his hands...&lt;br /&gt;    Day by day discern his plans&lt;br /&gt;    God is passionately BUSY loving you and me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are two more stanzas... but my intention is that we take time to look at the blessings God gives us afresh every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pray in the Lord's prayer... "Give us this day..." but once we get it we tend to become too busy to appreciate the fact that He gave it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God saw what He created and saw that it was all good... He saw... that's why He found it to be good.... if God took the time to behold his creation... how much more should we behold the work of our creator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life truly is beautiful... :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-115364706313109341?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115364706313109341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=115364706313109341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115364706313109341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115364706313109341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2006/07/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30776940.post-115226285096208490</id><published>2006-07-07T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T02:03:24.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;This is my first ever posting.... and my first ever blog... but ofcourse there's a first for everything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This feels great.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Thank God I'm able to atleast do this now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Also wish to thank my best pal Tony and his brother for their constant encouragement to embark on something as outrageous as this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And my Amma... for paying my cyber bills... :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I really do feel on top of the world... my world atleast!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30776940-115226285096208490?l=cheerythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115226285096208490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30776940&amp;postID=115226285096208490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115226285096208490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30776940/posts/default/115226285096208490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerythomas.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title='Hi.... :-)'/><author><name>cheery's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311559657396260677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
