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Humbled
Monday, June 21, 2010 @ 9:14 AM

I was at an Indonesian Island for 2 days, doing some painting work for an orphanage. What seemed like an effort to help them made me actually feel like we were imposing on them as they had to get the paint, clean up the place, repair the lights and even got a new fan for us who were staying over at the orphanage for that night. Spoiled Singaporeans we are.

Children found there were either without parents or their parents are too poor to take care of them or single mums who cannot take care of them and threw them into the home. Some of them are victims left behind from the Tsunami in Aceh.

As the orphanage we visited was founded by a Christian, the children learnt to read the bible, pray and worship. So that morning, at 4am, we started the morning worship session. We, the blurry-eyed Singaporeans were like having a sing-along session while those children...they put their heart and soul to worshipping God...at 4am. One of the chorus we sang that impacted me goes like this:

WHEN THE OCEANS RISE AND THUNDERS ROAR
I WILL SOAR WITH YOU ABOVE THE STORM
FATHER YOU ARE KING OVER THE FLOOD
I WILL BE STILL, KNOW YOU ARE GOD

As I sang, I remember that i used to love this song and felt so much for the lyrics when I was down. I thought I had storms. Yet, what I went through is nothing compared to what these children are going through or have gone through. Some of them literally saw storms. I was so moved by their singing, so so moved. There was an eleven year old boy who told me that he loves to worship God and I realised that whenever anyone just pass him something, like an apple or just a sweet, he will smile with such gratitude in his eyes and say "Hallelujah, thank You Jesus!" How many times have I heard this statement or said this statement and felt that it wasn't genuine but when he said it, I knew he meant it.

These children love Him from their heart. I am totally humbled. I return to Singapore, a humble Singapore who went to make a difference but returned to feel the difference in my own life.

Hallelujah, Thank You Jesus!

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One of the church secretary over there told me this " Some people sing and write songs, taking it from the library of Heaven. And these are songs from God. Some sing and write songs, taking it from their own experience. And these are songs from the heart."

Suddenly I realised that songs from the heart are good but it can only touch people who went through similar situations. But songs from God can touch all, no matter what we are going through.

I want to take from the library of Heaven.



Have you ever wondered?
Thursday, June 17, 2010 @ 9:52 AM


Have you ever wondered why God never gets the credit when the things are comfortable but always gets the blame when it rains? Isn't it true that out of a million things that happen to us everyday, only one is needed to bring us down? What happens to the rest?

Miracles are happening around us everyday. We have breath. Our hair is intact. Our eyes can see. We are not robbed. We are not persecuted for our faith. We get paid for what we do. We walk without a limp. We have friends.

What seems like normality is normal only because God gave us the miracle of living in His grace. So instead of blaming Him for that drop of rain(no matter how big), lets start thanking Him for the sun that He raises up everyday.Easier said than done but impossibility is only a choice we make.



Lamp unto my feet, light unto my path
Wednesday, June 2, 2010 @ 4:53 AM

After about a few weeks of normal work pace, the stress is back again. Expectations. Sometimes I wonder if they are good or bad. Fine line. Its really a fine line to draw when I'm busy with both sides but unable to clock in what takes up a big bulk of my time.

Suddenly I remember the course I attended when the social workers all concluded that all they want is some rest and private time. Robots are gross.

However, step by step i'll move in. For God is using me and I trust His lamp is enough to show me the way. I will not get lost in the midst of busy-ness. Amen. :)

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