Wednesday, October 21, 2015
12:20 PM

I was grieve after I woke up from my dream. In the dream, I pushed my daughters away, I told them not to disturb me and my daily routine.
I was mean and scolded them.

Lord, deal with my dirty heart. I am such a hypocrite....burn the dross in my heart, break me like the potter broke the cray.
Affirm my heart that after this process of burning, killing and tearing down, this vessel will only belong to You and You alone. No more selfish thoughts, no more self, no more pride, no more resistance, no more running away from You, no more self righteousness, no more haughty in me. Such a vessel is unworthy without Your moulding and shaping. I am at a loss apart from You Lord. I find nothing worthy in me Lord. My heart is grieve and sadden, never have I feel such unworthiness before. Never have I realise I have not been one with You, I have not been one with Holy Spirit. I am at the zero point, the starting point, the lowest ground. Until You raise me, I shall not n dare not say anymore....