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“For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.” (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17)  listen to chapter  (Read by Max McLean. Provided by The Listener's Audio Bible.)

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Monday, October 13, 2008

It feels like...

...any ordinary day. I'm 24 today, yet I don't feel any different from when I was 18. No aching bones, no painful joints, no increase in the number or wrinkles nor liver spots and no white hair..yet. Guess this is what it feels like to be older. Birthdays no longer mean special treats and blowing out birthday candles while your classmates sing Happy Birthday in the background, each clutching a small bundle of sweets that you've excitedly distributed in class for the happy occasion. I woke up to the sound of my SMS tone and then played some PSP, packed my drawers, swept the floor and cleaned my table. My further evolution from girl to woman has been uneventful, but I'm happy for simple wishes from people I love and simple get-together meals with them. Another year, another 365 days of undeserved grace and mercy from Daddy'O above. Happy Birthday to me.



And even though I know he'll never read this, I just like to boast about the fact that we share the same birthday, so Happy Birthday Ian Thorpe!

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