It Is Time.

It is time to stand up strong and firm and not back down and cower in fear.

It is time to really believe in the promises of God and not just hear about it.

It is time to expect the promises of God to manifest in my life.

It is time to step out in faith and believe that God will be there with me and fight with me and for me.

It is time to declare by faith the promises of God and to set my face like flint against the threats and doubts that the devil fling at my face.

It is time to wipe the tears and start fighting.

It is time to build a strong shield of faith and hold it high.

It is time to sing a joyful mighty song of victory and praise.

It is time to keep marching on.

It is time to be strong.

It IS time.

Last week I have been quiet in class except for the occasional answering of questions asked by lecturers and no one can answer. I didn't talk to much of my course mates. Today too. With all the conflicts that happened before, it literally is like the aftermath of World War 2. But now at least my heart isn't hurt when I'm around them. There's only that space of coldness that no one would cross and I am not going to do anything except when God tells me clearly to do something because I did tried before but got back fired leaving me even more hurt than before. So things are just like that so far.

Somehow I felt to hold back myself. Then now it is starting to feel like the atmosphere is sort of preventing me to excel, to voice out or to let out my light. It is suffocating me and I felt something is wrong. It escalated today at Grammar class and I felt down and neglected and invisible, combinations of all the worst things. Throughout the time in class I can hardly concentrate and all I felt was distracted and empty and down. I did tried to pay attention and I did get what she is saying some sort but I wasn't in my best condition. For some time I felt bummed and oppressed up until after class in the bus when I started shifting my thoughts. The notions that I heard before from various people came back, reminding me again and again.

"I need a hug :("

"How long do you want to stay in this kind of condition? When will you leave this part of your life to being strong and start serving others and looking to help others? When will you move on to the next level?"

And I started pulling my legs up to stand up. Then I found a song that a friend posted up on facebook and played it and it instantly lifted my spirits up. It is by Chris Tomlinson going, "Sing, sing, sing and make music with the heaven. We will sing, sing, sing grateful that you hear us. We shout your praise, lift high the name of Jesus!"

I quickly downloaded the song and kept repeating it and singing to it when my room mate is not around. And I started thinking and searching in my heart what I should do in this circumstance and the list above came up. I believe those came from the Lord and I need to apply those NOW in my circumstances. I need to level up my faith, it is time. I need to keep on keeping on and never advance and recede.

Time to be serious in my quiet time and in building my faith in Christ. No more hiding and cowering. Time to be strong. Time to advance well.

March on! *salutes*