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mid week(sorta!) joys.

endured a painful day at school struggling to stay awake but failing every single time, handed studio in,cleaned my sty of a room and here i am now blogging, a routine that had set in almost subconsciously. if only i were that diligent when i comes to reading the bible daily.

but as i allow my thoughts to linger on, i am stopped short in my tracks by a nagging thought-- when, why, and how did reading the bible become one of those 'to do' items in my never ending lists? when, why and how did it become (even though i hate to admit it) a duty i had to fulfill as a christian?

how easy we forget, the significance of the bible and the word.

for, without it, can we possibly even dream of a relationship with God? and if the latter never existed, chances of even understanding the bible is zilch--why even the talk about how reading it might be a burden anyway?

off to put my thoughts into action--one down(thank God!) and another to go! (:

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