There is a show by the same name. It is a show that never fails to inspire and touch my heart. I never thought I would meet one in real life. I did. In the form of a taxi driver.
On the third day of the Chinese New Year holiday, I took a cab back from Bradell station. I don't know the name of the driver, and I wished I had asked. Usually taxi drivers place their name tags on the dashboard. He was a freelance taxi driver who drove only for those few days of the CNY holiday. Hence, he didn't have one.
As we chatted, he revealed more to me about his job, and I came to discover that he was a christian counsellor. On the way that he drove me back home, he asked me a simple question:
How do you know you are a Christian, a child of God?
I explained to him, and eventually, he told me that I am one of the rare people whom he asked who could give him such a clear answer why I believe strongly that I am a child of God. This was not what mattered to me though - the praise that he gave to me on how well I answered did not matter to me.
I realized what mattered to me - that I am a child of God. Nothing is going to change this fact. I am a child of God. I read Psalm 73 on the way out of my house the same day, and that very psalm stated that even I had envied the way of the sinners, and behaved foolishly, God is still the God who holds me by my right hand, and guides me with His counsel.
As we spoke, he revealed even more on how whenever he drove the taxi for a living, he'd never fail to strike up such a conversation with people, and from the place where he picked up the passenger, he'd never fail to present the gospel within the span of the journey. I was inspired, yet at the same time saddened. I knew very well, I had lost that flame within me. The very same flame that this taxi driver had. The fire within him that keeps him being an ambassador for God wherever he goes.
As I got off the cab, I told myself, I must have met an angel who was sent by Him. He has spoken through this person. He is clearly calling out to me. I told Him the past few weeks that I am seeking for Him once again. He lived up to His name. He touched me once again in a way that I receive the best. As I walked back to my home, I told Him that I have returned. I am now by His side, and long to be even closer to His side. I want to listen to His voice, and to know more clearly how much He loves me, how much He is the one that I know I can't live without. Everything else becomes small when I am embraced by the one and only Abba Father who always patiently waits and speaks words that I ever so need to bring me back to the race that I had started, but digressed from. The journey is still on, and I am not giving up. The inspiration for this race is the love that I have daily with Him. I may fail, and forget who I am, but He never fails, and never forgets who I am, and the purpose He had created me for.
Each day, I journey with Him, at times I run, at times I walk, at times I limp, at times I crawl, but the journey still goes on. As long as He keeps His breath within me, His purpose for me is still being unveiled. I look forward to His daily revealing of what He wants for me. I know that it will always be the best for me, whatever the situation.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
God Looks At the Heart, We Are Learning to As Well
"God looks at the heart, but we are not God." - someone from Church.
I am still trying hard to look at the heart. It's really hard to see what actually goes on in the heart - it's not something that you can see. But when you do see it, it becomes something that you keep within yourself for quite a while.
To the brothers of NG14B3. This is for you. Giving words of affirmation is my love language. I shall use it to bless all of you (I hope!).
There are only four guys in the caregroup. Of these four, they have different traits and idiosyncrasies. The lame, the stable, the sincere chap and the public relations officer. They make up an interesting combi, and provide much entertainment to the ladies.
Key point note for this post is to thank them for the thought that they had put in appreciating the sisters in the caregroup. Personally, I don't feel I did anything much to be appreciated.
The band of brothers made paper roses for the sisters. They did some research on origami, and even gotten a book of it to look through. Of course, there is a mastermind to it. Yet, it is the effort that is put in to make the rose. Three hours to make one paper rose is no joke. I understood that one stayed up till wee hours of the morning to make it.
Just would like all of them to know, that they are endearing brothers. Brothers who are not loud, flamboyant, and aim to be the centre of attraction. Yet, they are brothers who seek to bless, provide stability and desire to develop themselves for the better as they seek forth their calling in God. Through this time, I have seen their quiet perserverance, their willingness to bare their hearts openly regarding their lives - good and bad, and providing the binding effect to the group. More importantly, I affirm the brothers' courage to undertake new challenges, be it in their careers, walk with God and many others. This courage stems forth from the relationship they have with God, that reveals the trust and confidence they have in God to make bold decisions that gravely affects their lives, and to some, especially their pockets. Kudos to all of you, brothers of NG14B3. May the Lord continue to pour forth His blessings, vision and power into your lives. As you serve, may you be blessed.
I am still trying hard to look at the heart. It's really hard to see what actually goes on in the heart - it's not something that you can see. But when you do see it, it becomes something that you keep within yourself for quite a while.
To the brothers of NG14B3. This is for you. Giving words of affirmation is my love language. I shall use it to bless all of you (I hope!).
There are only four guys in the caregroup. Of these four, they have different traits and idiosyncrasies. The lame, the stable, the sincere chap and the public relations officer. They make up an interesting combi, and provide much entertainment to the ladies.
Key point note for this post is to thank them for the thought that they had put in appreciating the sisters in the caregroup. Personally, I don't feel I did anything much to be appreciated.
The band of brothers made paper roses for the sisters. They did some research on origami, and even gotten a book of it to look through. Of course, there is a mastermind to it. Yet, it is the effort that is put in to make the rose. Three hours to make one paper rose is no joke. I understood that one stayed up till wee hours of the morning to make it.
Just would like all of them to know, that they are endearing brothers. Brothers who are not loud, flamboyant, and aim to be the centre of attraction. Yet, they are brothers who seek to bless, provide stability and desire to develop themselves for the better as they seek forth their calling in God. Through this time, I have seen their quiet perserverance, their willingness to bare their hearts openly regarding their lives - good and bad, and providing the binding effect to the group. More importantly, I affirm the brothers' courage to undertake new challenges, be it in their careers, walk with God and many others. This courage stems forth from the relationship they have with God, that reveals the trust and confidence they have in God to make bold decisions that gravely affects their lives, and to some, especially their pockets. Kudos to all of you, brothers of NG14B3. May the Lord continue to pour forth His blessings, vision and power into your lives. As you serve, may you be blessed.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
You Can't Hurry Love
"Can't hurry love, no, you just have to wait.
Love don't come easy, you just have to give and take."
Dixie Chicks
I walked out of my cubicle just now, and met my tempstaff along the way. The first thing she exclaimed was, "It's V-day tomorrow, and I don't have any date. I'm meeting someone on Thursday, but it just ain't the same!" She's only 18 years old. I was laughing at her candid-ness. Those are the very words that will never come out of my mouth!
It's V-day. To some, it's Singles Awareness Day. It causes me to chuckle when I bump into people who tear their hair over this date. The day when supposedly cupid actually takes a blind stab at shooting his arrows, and all hell breaks loose.
To the enterprising, this day is perfect for profit-making, where dating couples wouldn't mind spending ridiculous amounts of money for flowers that would die within a day or two. To the the dating couples, it's a day where surprises are required, and late nights are spent to plan for the special date. To the skeptics, it's just a day that causes people around to lose their minds, and their sense of taste in order to get THAT date, and to make it perfect. To the bochaps, it's just another day on the calendar.
To me, now what can I say? It's a day for me to realise that my biological clock is catching up with me fast. It's a day where reflections are made on this part of life. I've always been a cynic of romance. Of late though, I realized I changed. Being cynical doesn't help in anything. It only helps in missing out the good part of life, it's better if one looks forward to hope for something good to happen. And this applies to all parts of life. This is one of the parts of life that one can't control. You can't make someone fall in love with you. It's a part of life where if it comes, it comes. Yes, perhaps, one can work towards winning that dream guy/gal. Yet, when one tries too hard, it doesn't really last. That is not the true self. That's not allowing someone to love you for who you are, but yet, still hope that you would always continue to develop to someone even better.
I've seen countless of broken marriages. Too many for me to count on my fingers. It doesn't matter if it was a 1 year marriage, 10 year marriage or 20 year marriage, if one loses the cool, if one just snaps for good, then that's the end to the entire "romance".
Romance, in itself, is not the bottom line. Question now, are we chasing romance? Or are we chasing a life-long union that we wish to have and hold? What does V-day represent? A day of romance, or a commemoration of romance that lasts through the union? It all depends on oneself.
In the meantime, on with the roses, champagne and chocolates!
Love don't come easy, you just have to give and take."
Dixie Chicks
I walked out of my cubicle just now, and met my tempstaff along the way. The first thing she exclaimed was, "It's V-day tomorrow, and I don't have any date. I'm meeting someone on Thursday, but it just ain't the same!" She's only 18 years old. I was laughing at her candid-ness. Those are the very words that will never come out of my mouth!
It's V-day. To some, it's Singles Awareness Day. It causes me to chuckle when I bump into people who tear their hair over this date. The day when supposedly cupid actually takes a blind stab at shooting his arrows, and all hell breaks loose.
To the enterprising, this day is perfect for profit-making, where dating couples wouldn't mind spending ridiculous amounts of money for flowers that would die within a day or two. To the the dating couples, it's a day where surprises are required, and late nights are spent to plan for the special date. To the skeptics, it's just a day that causes people around to lose their minds, and their sense of taste in order to get THAT date, and to make it perfect. To the bochaps, it's just another day on the calendar.
To me, now what can I say? It's a day for me to realise that my biological clock is catching up with me fast. It's a day where reflections are made on this part of life. I've always been a cynic of romance. Of late though, I realized I changed. Being cynical doesn't help in anything. It only helps in missing out the good part of life, it's better if one looks forward to hope for something good to happen. And this applies to all parts of life. This is one of the parts of life that one can't control. You can't make someone fall in love with you. It's a part of life where if it comes, it comes. Yes, perhaps, one can work towards winning that dream guy/gal. Yet, when one tries too hard, it doesn't really last. That is not the true self. That's not allowing someone to love you for who you are, but yet, still hope that you would always continue to develop to someone even better.
I've seen countless of broken marriages. Too many for me to count on my fingers. It doesn't matter if it was a 1 year marriage, 10 year marriage or 20 year marriage, if one loses the cool, if one just snaps for good, then that's the end to the entire "romance".
Romance, in itself, is not the bottom line. Question now, are we chasing romance? Or are we chasing a life-long union that we wish to have and hold? What does V-day represent? A day of romance, or a commemoration of romance that lasts through the union? It all depends on oneself.
In the meantime, on with the roses, champagne and chocolates!
Monday, February 12, 2007
Communi-Cation
The Learning Needs Analysis is an important portion of all good companies who want to provide their staff with cutting edge education so as to develop them for better productivity and results.
I just went through mine. The main topic on my plate this year is communication. How to be better trained in communication to the masses.
Breaking up the word communication, led me to find community within the word. Communication that occurs when there are groups of people. Despite attending countless of communication modules, and even being a communication trainer, it is always difficult to put across things to others in a way that is best for every situation. Either there is a lack of communication, or over-communication.
Sometimes, not saying everything is supposedly better than saying what you really feel about things. More so when the issues are just to sensitive to the other party. No matter how nicely one tries to put it, it will still end up with a wound in the other person. Sometimes, to keep the communication going, one has to decide what to say. It's responsible communication. Putting yourself in other's shoes. Sounds as though it's a very gallant role. However, it is definitely not. Most times, one struggles the most internally in such exchanges.
Communication, a life-long skill. Even a trainer who has trained for 30 over years in communication modules told a class of us - one can never stop perfecting the art of communication.
I just went through mine. The main topic on my plate this year is communication. How to be better trained in communication to the masses.
Breaking up the word communication, led me to find community within the word. Communication that occurs when there are groups of people. Despite attending countless of communication modules, and even being a communication trainer, it is always difficult to put across things to others in a way that is best for every situation. Either there is a lack of communication, or over-communication.
Sometimes, not saying everything is supposedly better than saying what you really feel about things. More so when the issues are just to sensitive to the other party. No matter how nicely one tries to put it, it will still end up with a wound in the other person. Sometimes, to keep the communication going, one has to decide what to say. It's responsible communication. Putting yourself in other's shoes. Sounds as though it's a very gallant role. However, it is definitely not. Most times, one struggles the most internally in such exchanges.
Communication, a life-long skill. Even a trainer who has trained for 30 over years in communication modules told a class of us - one can never stop perfecting the art of communication.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
MC & AFC
It's the fourth day that I am sick. I am now finished with puking (I hope). Scrambled back to office for an hour this morning to clear my desk for the new incumbent, as I shift to another corner, which is supposedly nicer. I have been warned though, to be selectively deaf to certain dirty jokes that happen in the adjourning department.
Received smses from my crazy colleagues once again...
Exercept One
Colleague A: Hey, you ok or not? Stopped puking alr?
Me: Hopefully stopped puking liao la. Btw, is the new gal pretty? More importantly, can play ball games?
(My company has this interdepartmental games thing, that we young ones have to join)
Colleague A: Pretty - probably ten years ago.....and I don't think she plays games, came in 3-inch high heels..btw, think u shd go guardian and buy pregnancy kit, see if there's any blue line..
Exercept Two
Colleague B: Take care...dun go for interviews, but can proceed to go for date.
Somehow, I felt better already.
Last night, watched AFC, S'pore vs Thailand. It was a good score 2 -1. S'pore won by penalty kick. Yet, a little worrying. Didn't seem a clear-cut penalty. Controversial. It seemed scary actually. The Thais refused to go back to the pitch initially after the referee ruled it a penalty. Looks like S'pore won't have a very nice welcome in Thailand this Sunday. Tensions are going to run high. Will see how it goes then.
Received smses from my crazy colleagues once again...
Exercept One
Colleague A: Hey, you ok or not? Stopped puking alr?
Me: Hopefully stopped puking liao la. Btw, is the new gal pretty? More importantly, can play ball games?
(My company has this interdepartmental games thing, that we young ones have to join)
Colleague A: Pretty - probably ten years ago.....and I don't think she plays games, came in 3-inch high heels..btw, think u shd go guardian and buy pregnancy kit, see if there's any blue line..
Exercept Two
Colleague B: Take care...dun go for interviews, but can proceed to go for date.
Somehow, I felt better already.
Last night, watched AFC, S'pore vs Thailand. It was a good score 2 -1. S'pore won by penalty kick. Yet, a little worrying. Didn't seem a clear-cut penalty. Controversial. It seemed scary actually. The Thais refused to go back to the pitch initially after the referee ruled it a penalty. Looks like S'pore won't have a very nice welcome in Thailand this Sunday. Tensions are going to run high. Will see how it goes then.
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