A friend of mine came to me today and shared some of his personal matters struggle to me. We talked for close to an hour, the first half, I was all ears. I listened, listened, and listened to all he had to say. The second half, I was all mouth. I talked, opiniated, advised, encouraged, and gave some of my opinions, personal experiences, and all that I thought he needed.
What amazed me was how wise and good what I said were (please don't start flaming, read on ....

). I talked like I already had tons of experiences and counselling hours with troubled people. After that sharing session, I talked to another friend for like 10 mins, before I went for bath. (it's 11PM, I forgot I haven't bathe yet, hehehe... dun worry, I'm all clean and fresh as I type this

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Okay, back to topic. When I was in my shower just know, I was wondering and rather amazed, "Where did all those came from?" refering to that one-hour talk with my friend. I knew all those words were not from me. I don't think I could talk like that, gave so much wise words and advice for the full half-an-hour, and later I realized, that God have used me to convey His message to my friend, whom I believe on his words to recovery. I spoke, but I believe the words were not from me. It was from God, as I am sure, I am not that wise after all. Not yet at least. hehehe... Now wishing that my friend will be okay soon.