Chances

Why do I keep meeting the people I don't really want to see but can't see the one person I really want to meet?

Perhaps there was a chance then. It's just too late now.

CB is getting depressing. No, not the class but rather, its contents. Are people really that materialistic? Do people really look so much on the surface? Is this all there is to marketing? Perhaps the truth does hurt after all. The harsh reality of this world; where external appearances are far more important than who you are inside. Actually, it's ok to want to look good as long as you know what it is that is more important. But it's hard to get this balance isn't it? In a world where everything is so fleeting, it's good to know that somethings will never change. That there'll always be Someone who will love me for who I am inside.

He has said, "I'll never leave you. I'll never abandon you."

Even the children knows this. At times I think: if I do not have Jesus, I have nothing. When things do not go well, it is this faith that gets me through. But what am I doing for Him?

Something the tutor said got me thinking: When we look at people, do we see them as male or female, pretty or ugly, fat or thin; or do we see them as human beings?