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I’m blogging, just trying to compose prolificacy since I could not get my eyes to a good doze of forty winks.


From this restlessness, I recall bits and pieces of a beautiful past. Among those are the things I truthfully regret the absence now – that tremendous liberty of just being an innocent little girl.


I saw this little girl dancing. That little one who had empty pockets and had nothing &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/Cu19a1Z1m6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-to-dance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYBQ3k_eip7ImA9Wx5VFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-50696132851862679</id><published>2010-08-26T01:00:00.071+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:29:12.742+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-07T06:29:12.742+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Destiny events" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs in every season" /><title>Special Day!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/50696132851862679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=50696132851862679" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/50696132851862679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/50696132851862679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/d6AoU0mUPKY/special-day.html" title="Special Day!" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1376/788141447_9d778798bf_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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This day is so special and is gonna be very special!! With His eyes of love and mercy, I've learned to see that everything is perfect- the circumstances though imperfect in the eyes of men, the tears and the laugher, the busyness of this day (I'm pausing for a while to type), the air I breathe, and the rest of the things that surrounds me are all perfect. He makes this day, and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/d6AoU0mUPKY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2010/08/special-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDRXY4eSp7ImA9WxFSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-1237660047653602890</id><published>2010-04-19T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:22:54.831+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-19T03:22:54.831+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>I love...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/1237660047653602890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=1237660047653602890" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/1237660047653602890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/1237660047653602890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/yCo8Esq0eoY/i-love.html" title="I love..." /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9660NZLMSQfii5WfEc3qALIzvUY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9660NZLMSQfii5WfEc3qALIzvUY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9660NZLMSQfii5WfEc3qALIzvUY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9660NZLMSQfii5WfEc3qALIzvUY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;singing and making a difference...I love to sing to God and see Him smile.I love to sing and see people's lives changed..I love to make music and sing to those who are poor, broken, sick, needy, and lost...and let them find hope in every song.. let them find God.I'd love to see every music I create, bring back His children to His presence. :)My songs are for God. And I want it to be heard not &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/yCo8Esq0eoY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMQnsycCp7ImA9WxFXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-4321596777373004560</id><published>2010-04-12T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:38:03.598+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T14:38:03.598+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>Something Remains.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/4321596777373004560/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=4321596777373004560" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4321596777373004560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4321596777373004560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/gbbD_5VclT4/something-remains.html" title="Something Remains." /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFlUGE7D0L0tTE0hIA6R7__7J3U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFlUGE7D0L0tTE0hIA6R7__7J3U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFlUGE7D0L0tTE0hIA6R7__7J3U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFlUGE7D0L0tTE0hIA6R7__7J3U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you see me now, there are a lot of things that has changed. I seldom cry. I seldom have this melancholy moments, I wasn’t anymore that weakling I once was. If my world gets mixed-up, I simply pause for a while and breathe deeply, and you’d see me running again - no more of those tears baby. I felt so much change happening inside me. You’d see me laugh about things a lot, smile like crazy. You’&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/gbbD_5VclT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-remains.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNQngyfCp7ImA9WxFXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-3229236990587317162</id><published>2010-02-18T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:43:13.694+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T14:43:13.694+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings and realizations" /><title>Rain on Cloudless Skies</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/3229236990587317162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=3229236990587317162" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/3229236990587317162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/3229236990587317162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/JK7ID1HRyB8/rain-on-cloudless-skies.html" title="Rain on Cloudless Skies" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sNeAupa2tslr-j2lxb2-9Ynuqt8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sNeAupa2tslr-j2lxb2-9Ynuqt8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My heart is so restless. It is undeniably uncomfortable. Being here in the process of change and being re-aligned to be in the right place… ‘till everything falls into place and to watch every bit of dust settling down really mean a big deal of patience to remain this - uncomfortable. Seriously, it's a bit odd and uncomfortable… unexplainable.

Sometimes I still have this feeling that I’m lost. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/JK7ID1HRyB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-on-cloudless-skies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMRnk7cSp7ImA9WxFXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-9140498094262038243</id><published>2010-01-21T09:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:48:07.709+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T14:48:07.709+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intimacy" /><title>Change.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/9140498094262038243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=9140498094262038243" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/9140498094262038243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/9140498094262038243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/9BT1hmqJ4Yg/change.html" title="Change." /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oxcamFRCHfQMPNCJGplJKOyl8wE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oxcamFRCHfQMPNCJGplJKOyl8wE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a sort of resurrection. Why?

Because for more than a month now, this blog hasn't been updated though there are a lot of things in my heart I long to share. I guess most of these things are still under "incubation" but I'm certain that there are just so many things and so much outpouring now, and I want to chase after this.

So I wasn't writing my heart out, but I was there writing about &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/9BT1hmqJ4Yg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFQXs4fyp7ImA9WxBTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-8933315825453060434</id><published>2009-12-03T05:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:33:30.537+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-05T22:33:30.537+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal" /><title>Random Journal</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/8933315825453060434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=8933315825453060434" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/8933315825453060434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/8933315825453060434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/6E8Mv623LYM/random-journal.html" title="Random Journal" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Io1YT2lLUlwn6MicODKaUxEmMf8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Io1YT2lLUlwn6MicODKaUxEmMf8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I found myself jammed up for over a season.That season ended…And so this late bloomer was adeptly forced to move on and literally, moved out to a fast paced life she never have thought she’ll find herself into. Nevertheless, she finds herself in it now and comparatively now figuring out that she is able to adapt, not really totally, but at least, almost.One early Sunday morning, awoken by these &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/6E8Mv623LYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-journal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBQ386cSp7ImA9WxNUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-9126486979974677497</id><published>2009-11-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:40:52.119+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T22:40:52.119+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intimacy" /><title>The Sweetest Melancholy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/9126486979974677497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=9126486979974677497" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/9126486979974677497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/9126486979974677497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/6F_iPH2JjeE/sweetest-melancholy.html" title="The Sweetest Melancholy" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SvLg0G6MxpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JAzA4GgSIB0/s72-c/14631_1233766559085_1076801364_737186_5871829_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aIIPN6ohx1cFjM11WoR9gZ43KWU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aIIPN6ohx1cFjM11WoR9gZ43KWU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aIIPN6ohx1cFjM11WoR9gZ43KWU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aIIPN6ohx1cFjM11WoR9gZ43KWU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hope. Joy. Dreams. Faith. Love. Passion.Tomorrow’s gonna be the start of something new. I see it as a new page wherein things in my life open out in a new adventure. It’s going to be a chapter that will shape the most of who I will be in the next few years. Having a job after passing the intensive interviews is all that happened today. And tomorrow, I am starting my so-called job, hoping that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/6F_iPH2JjeE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweetest-melancholy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BRH87eip7ImA9WxBXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-4719557599516487750</id><published>2009-10-08T01:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:10:55.102+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-22T06:10:55.102+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my songs" /><title>You Are My Father</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/4719557599516487750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=4719557599516487750" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4719557599516487750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4719557599516487750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/iUqQdZ-90Q0/you-are-my-father.html" title="You Are My Father" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Th7gJlLs9Wk/STYnp5m_gFI/AAAAAAAABYM/OA90PW8wY44/s72-c/PB220031.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jFt1UUMg4ExyEhGv00Qtqc6qG-U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jFt1UUMg4ExyEhGv00Qtqc6qG-U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jFt1UUMg4ExyEhGv00Qtqc6qG-U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jFt1UUMg4ExyEhGv00Qtqc6qG-U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; There are seasons when we feel so dry and empty… those times when God seems silent and distant just when we needed Him the most… when our dreams suddenly fade and things are just too painful to bear. Everything might not be working out like how we planned it but there are reasons we have yet to know.  I believe that our worship is most precious when we choose to offer it to God during these &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/iUqQdZ-90Q0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-my-father.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNQnw9fSp7ImA9WxFTFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-249703815532118598</id><published>2009-09-09T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:44:53.265+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-05T20:44:53.265+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="worship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs in every season" /><title>Burning Ones</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/249703815532118598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=249703815532118598" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/249703815532118598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/249703815532118598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/71rxpNRvp50/burning-ones.html" title="Burning Ones" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbNqNnOlNs5vvb5S7faJ3ou4ATY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbNqNnOlNs5vvb5S7faJ3ou4ATY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbNqNnOlNs5vvb5S7faJ3ou4ATY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbNqNnOlNs5vvb5S7faJ3ou4ATY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This song powerfully speaks to me this season.  This is my heart that when we worship, we come to an intimate encounter to the fullness of His presence and we are left consumed, burning ablaze for Him.       Place me like a seal over your heart,        like a seal on your arm;        for love is as strong as death,        its jealousy unyielding as the grave.       It burns like blazing fire,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/71rxpNRvp50" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/09/burning-ones.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMCSX05cCp7ImA9WxJbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-5812652630162272340</id><published>2009-07-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:04:28.328+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T17:04:28.328+08:00</app:edited><title>steadfast heart</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/5812652630162272340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=5812652630162272340" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/5812652630162272340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/5812652630162272340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/Mo7GhIPXQXI/steadfast-heart.html" title="steadfast heart" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IXZbTxrCvWzKfOe2ptpKULcxXdo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IXZbTxrCvWzKfOe2ptpKULcxXdo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IXZbTxrCvWzKfOe2ptpKULcxXdo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IXZbTxrCvWzKfOe2ptpKULcxXdo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My heart is steadfast, O God,       my heart is steadfast;       I will sing and make music.Awake, my soul!       Awake, harp and lyre!       I will awaken the dawn.Psalm 57:7-8: A super duper happy childlike- go-na-go, on-her-knees, right on-taking things higher and that burning passion once embedded deep in my soul. That picture of a girl I’ve known before and those memories agitates my passive&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/Mo7GhIPXQXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/07/steadfast-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFQH06eyp7ImA9WxJVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-7507166435751565422</id><published>2009-06-23T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:45:11.313+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T16:45:11.313+08:00</app:edited><title>It will be worth the wait</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/7507166435751565422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=7507166435751565422" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/7507166435751565422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/7507166435751565422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/_-HmfjM47FE/it-will-be-worth-wait.html" title="It will be worth the wait" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vj2cSb5Rk0wp0iHqAf2fFGjeO4s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vj2cSb5Rk0wp0iHqAf2fFGjeO4s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vj2cSb5Rk0wp0iHqAf2fFGjeO4s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vj2cSb5Rk0wp0iHqAf2fFGjeO4s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It maybe that this season have been demanding for answers I was so afraid to figure out. So, in my heart of hearts, i yearned and hoped to hear the answers, every fear seemed to melt away at the point of surrender, but i heard no voice to lead me – the most painful thing... not being able to hear just when i needed that the most- to hear, to see things.. to know..  to move on.I continued to ask, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/_-HmfjM47FE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-will-be-worth-wait.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQHs6cCp7ImA9WxJXEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-1780981111961002240</id><published>2009-04-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:26:21.518+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T20:26:21.518+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal" /><title>A happy ending</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/1780981111961002240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=1780981111961002240" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/1780981111961002240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/1780981111961002240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/z9b8NxpzHxU/happy-ending.html" title="A happy ending" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dv5Fzl6kd46TfCpN7F87V1AM_9I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dv5Fzl6kd46TfCpN7F87V1AM_9I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I heard my name loud and clear while a familiar march sound was running on the background, it was a chilly afternoon of a supposed to be celebration. After I got my diploma (dummy, yes) on stage, I marched down the red carpet under a big umbrella, then, under the cloudy sky… while names are still being called out, I see happy faces, happy shouts as I walk and something just dawned to me as if the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/z9b8NxpzHxU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-ending.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMQXwzfip7ImA9WxVaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-2089501730488646929</id><published>2009-04-16T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:31:20.286+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T11:31:20.286+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>A Tiny Droplet</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/2089501730488646929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=2089501730488646929" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/2089501730488646929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/2089501730488646929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/BcFPTPE7_VE/tiny-droplet.html" title="A Tiny Droplet" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvBg0lQ6YZC9pwoUh6yX0x-dijE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvBg0lQ6YZC9pwoUh6yX0x-dijE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvBg0lQ6YZC9pwoUh6yX0x-dijE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvBg0lQ6YZC9pwoUh6yX0x-dijE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A noticeable glow on her face was light striking even the sun and its rays, she dreams as if a single step is all that would take her to wherever possibilities are better. She laughs as if she doesn’t know how to cry, and she loves mostly, all because that was ALL she knows. Like a little girl dancing so free in a meadow on a very fair morning... This is where she started.Now I’ve seen her get up&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/BcFPTPE7_VE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiny-droplet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGSHc-eyp7ImA9WxVVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-3415174944657604808</id><published>2009-03-11T17:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:50:29.953+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-11T17:50:29.953+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>The Encounter weekend</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/3415174944657604808/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=3415174944657604808" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/3415174944657604808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/3415174944657604808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/Hjrr0a5LtSY/im-so-happy-yesterday-i-just-finished.html" title="The Encounter weekend" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SbeG3PNCOeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XDHVYQWraKw/s72-c/IMG-0098.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g7Jjjz85LM8oYOtqGT81Pz5KAvw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g7Jjjz85LM8oYOtqGT81Pz5KAvw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g7Jjjz85LM8oYOtqGT81Pz5KAvw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g7Jjjz85LM8oYOtqGT81Pz5KAvw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I’m so happy! Yesterday, I just finished all my experiments, I even had the luxury of time to practice, play the guitar and spend time with God…and now I’m still waiting for my results but I’m starting my manuscript… so, Before I get to my academic busyness….Women’s Encounter Weekend (March 7-8)Last weekend, I got the most of my thesis break for doing my most loved so-called assignment, that is, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/Hjrr0a5LtSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-happy-yesterday-i-just-finished.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGQnY_cSp7ImA9WxVWF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-3664488158781742043</id><published>2009-02-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:47:03.849+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-28T00:47:03.849+08:00</app:edited><title>Speechlessness</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/3664488158781742043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=3664488158781742043" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/3664488158781742043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/3664488158781742043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/Wrw9lqjinMw/speechlessness.html" title="Speechlessness" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xggrWhFY2GZ3U6G5lmrflKqsVoI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xggrWhFY2GZ3U6G5lmrflKqsVoI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xggrWhFY2GZ3U6G5lmrflKqsVoI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xggrWhFY2GZ3U6G5lmrflKqsVoI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For days I was fighting over a so-called hassle that might have been brought about by some un-met expectations, illness, and days I just couldn’t eat normally because of repeated vomiting. Agitated, by this frantic inconsistency of my physical body while facing enormous pressures from my do-to-list, and these pressures I can’t even have time to cry for a while. Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard.I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/Wrw9lqjinMw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/02/speechlessness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8FQH89fCp7ImA9WxVQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-7777464668473639352</id><published>2009-02-02T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:10:11.164+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-02T12:10:11.164+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>What is happening?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/7777464668473639352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=7777464668473639352" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/7777464668473639352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/7777464668473639352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/TveQvYCfijY/what-is-happening.html" title="What is happening?" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q8B_lBSv2tR3p_dpbUwbOJXSu4I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q8B_lBSv2tR3p_dpbUwbOJXSu4I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*sigh*&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/TveQvYCfijY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-happening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHQn49fyp7ImA9WxVQEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-6626109172296591572</id><published>2009-01-28T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:18:53.067+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T22:18:53.067+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>Deeper than this</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/6626109172296591572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=6626109172296591572" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/6626109172296591572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/6626109172296591572?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/UhQmDME60jk/deeper-than-this.html" title="Deeper than this" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vjz72XOD39rrQGoGii_Q-KUWBxw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vjz72XOD39rrQGoGii_Q-KUWBxw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vjz72XOD39rrQGoGii_Q-KUWBxw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vjz72XOD39rrQGoGii_Q-KUWBxw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There’s a deep cry within.. Unexplainable but real.I’m finding myself in an immense practical side stretching for the next couple of days… or months and I’m willing to go through this process. I don’t want to take shortcuts, I believe in the beautiful outcome of this painful and extensive process, and I’m excited to see the things that will transpire soon. So is Dad.But with all these practical &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/UhQmDME60jk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/01/deeper-than-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQ3g_cCp7ImA9WxVQE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-2209273458958068889</id><published>2009-01-26T23:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:07:02.648+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-30T23:07:02.648+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>Honoring</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/2209273458958068889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=2209273458958068889" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/2209273458958068889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/2209273458958068889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/xufaweH4Rvo/honoring.html" title="Honoring" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vR5UgSHpghgbE0EHAUJy4rFouMM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vR5UgSHpghgbE0EHAUJy4rFouMM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vR5UgSHpghgbE0EHAUJy4rFouMM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vR5UgSHpghgbE0EHAUJy4rFouMM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What you do in secret, God rewards it in open...It was a humbling experience to be honored by people I honor so much and even in front of the people I honor and love so much.. I felt so undeserving and unworthy, but I think this feeling is just valid because first and foremost, it was not about me.. it was all by the grace of God. And because of this moment of being honored, I became even more &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/xufaweH4Rvo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/01/honoring.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQ3w6fSp7ImA9WxVQE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-4948491776841498779</id><published>2009-01-06T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:11:22.215+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-30T23:11:22.215+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Destiny events" /><title>2009 Year starter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/4948491776841498779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=4948491776841498779" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4948491776841498779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4948491776841498779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/9vczhrjoJ5I/2009-year-starter.html" title="2009 Year starter" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dV17SSAPBhT0cgfjigOaCoAqWYw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dV17SSAPBhT0cgfjigOaCoAqWYw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dV17SSAPBhT0cgfjigOaCoAqWYw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dV17SSAPBhT0cgfjigOaCoAqWYw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The latter part of 2008 was far-reaching. I received his words for this year, and all I could think of was to prepare... to release eagles to their call, to raise up warrior brides, bring back the heart for worship and intimacy, for me to stay.. stay.. hehe... I thank God for every breakthrough for the past year and I’m so excited for what will happen this year. I’m still clueless of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/9vczhrjoJ5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-year-starter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQ3c_eyp7ImA9WxVQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-4373046954269156233</id><published>2008-12-28T01:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:14:42.943+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-31T23:14:42.943+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my worship leader's journal" /><title>Back here</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/4373046954269156233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=4373046954269156233" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4373046954269156233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4373046954269156233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/uo5mZQ8Llt8/back-here.html" title="Back here" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gOaHwPCeua91KUC_ZZhDczfI7iw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gOaHwPCeua91KUC_ZZhDczfI7iw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just finished my tutorials evaluation.. I guess this will be added to my usual routines before I go to sleep. Basically I'm just sneaking a few moments for this blog coupled with some thoughts wishing for luxury of time (to write and edit).. Indeed, time runs so fast… And un-chasing time, or rather, riding on the flow of this momentum, I cant help but notice a lot of significant breakthroughs &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/uo5mZQ8Llt8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMR3c-cCp7ImA9Wx5VGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-4618905078160015184</id><published>2008-12-02T09:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:56:26.958+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-13T01:56:26.958+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings and realizations" /><title>Little Girl</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/4618905078160015184/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=4618905078160015184" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4618905078160015184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/4618905078160015184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/mZWQIK8Clz4/little-girl.html" title="Little Girl" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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I sat in a familiar bench…

Long ago, the beauty of this place captivated me, the wind, the grass and the skies, the beauty of everything I see arrested my wandering mind. This familiar scene and the deep experience of my soul I longed to recall and re-experience. And as I sit in this familiar bench I knew those moments drew me closer and deeper into the heart of my God. The things I would see &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/mZWQIK8Clz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQ3o4eip7ImA9WxVQEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-5710676397853641350</id><published>2008-11-18T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:16:22.432+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T22:16:22.432+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Destiny events" /><title>OMG – Oh May Gimik!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/5710676397853641350/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=5710676397853641350" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/5710676397853641350?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/5710676397853641350?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/d_RaEQfbfxg/omg-oh-may-gimik.html" title="OMG – Oh May Gimik!" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SSLVIQDOZ6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/iKA9cOGS28w/s72-c/omg2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q6w41xr2_jjE4ck80A741gatkl8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q6w41xr2_jjE4ck80A741gatkl8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Friday night youth concert by LB ARMM Youth.  Games, Music, Friends…. And inspiring everyone to live a life of purpose for God!The event hosts.. with dave? heheheDestiny One band - mari, melody, jova, kuya verg, k.roger, kuya mario, kuya lovell     I think I’m losing words. I’m just so overwhelmed… and sleepy. hehe  Anyway, Praise God for this event!     God is sooo good. And He likes &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/d_RaEQfbfxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-oh-may-gimik.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYASXk_fCp7ImA9WxVQEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-7826946790367070433</id><published>2008-11-09T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:35:48.744+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T11:35:48.744+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="to the nations" /><title>A Fulfillment of a Dream - Malaysia Trip Experience Part 3</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/7826946790367070433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=7826946790367070433" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/7826946790367070433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/7826946790367070433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/sF569KES1So/fulfillment-of-dream-malaysia-trip_09.html" title="A Fulfillment of a Dream - Malaysia Trip Experience Part 3" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SR7fhDR0EzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/W6R-YZkmt40/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vo5gO-eODz_aJQA0BUE8J7VMD4M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vo5gO-eODz_aJQA0BUE8J7VMD4M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   The most awaited night is finally taking place… All excited, all expectant. Yeah, it was the cultural night wherein we will perform and at the same time watch Malays perform. For us the Filipino delegates, this performance was such stretching – of skills, of commitment, of excellence, of heart. Yeah, we weren’t able to do a complete run-through of our performance and we had lots of adjustments&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/sF569KES1So" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2008/11/fulfillment-of-dream-malaysia-trip_09.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMQnY-fyp7ImA9WxVQEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870521877493719920.post-6496580561966428771</id><published>2008-11-08T00:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:36:23.857+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T11:36:23.857+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="to the nations" /><title>A Fulfillment of a Dream - Malaysia Trip Experience Part 2</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-melody.blogspot.com/feeds/6496580561966428771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870521877493719920&amp;postID=6496580561966428771" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/6496580561966428771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870521877493719920/posts/default/6496580561966428771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HisMelody/~3/Rcfanxl3BZc/we-were-so-excited-so-overwhelmed-even.html" title="A Fulfillment of a Dream - Malaysia Trip Experience Part 2" /><author><name>His melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SDb5MTmmJQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwwvpUXuYD0/S220/melacholic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cECTx3-O2Y/SRuv95tzJDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FxrST_ghymI/s72-c/IMG_0898.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rXH4z8d2umFD5QwA8iQpKTNu9IA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rXH4z8d2umFD5QwA8iQpKTNu9IA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We were so excited, so overwhelmed even for the first day. The Malaysians were very hospitable and accommodating. They are indeed a nice and beautiful people. Our hearts were grateful were so excited for more exciting things to come.    The second day, we had much fun at Genting highlands Amusement park! Extreme rides and Not-so-extreme rides… there we go! We also had a great time talking to some&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HisMelody/~4/Rcfanxl3BZc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://his-melody.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-were-so-excited-so-overwhelmed-even.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

