i've sauntered through the week, and i thank God.

well, my feelings are playing with me again. It always does on Sundays.
book-in blues.

Somethings i really wanna boast about, but in God's eyes, in view of eternity, it counts to nothing- naught. with expectations piling up even higher than what i think i can reach, i'm feeling so pressurized. So much for raking in results that matters.

remind myself: i'm doing things for the Lord

always, just as i think i will be wrecked by nerves & vapourize under pressure, i will almost certainly manage to pull it off much to my own amazement. So i just wish that people in the army will not view my results as something that comes easily from my in-built abilities; or a solid certainty. Because i know i'm no better than any one and i'll fully capable of producing a lacklustre performance the following week.

Enough of nerves and pressure. I just need the Lord really. Because i feel so choked and sick with dealing with pressures.
Vin