Years of my Youth.
A walk with God (:A Christmas to remember (:
Once in royal Davids city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby,
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ, her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
For He is our childhood’s pattern;
Day by day, like us, He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
And He cares when we are sad,
And He shares when we are glad.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above:
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.
We sang this in ORPC on a sunny Christmas morning. How touching it is! For love’s sake, the Almighty King of Glory humbly reduced Himself to a helpless and lowly babe, lived every moment of his life for us, and was sacrificially abused to death for sinners like you and i, that we may be reconciled with the Father and enjoy everlasting life on Heaven and abundant life on Earth. i sang only with my heart, and not with my lips, because if i did, there would be tear drops on the hymnal.
Tim, it is my greatest joy to worship & serve our Lord with you, for that’s the time where we are truly rich. Thank your wonderful folks for a memorable Christmas night. (:
Thy Word…
Job 5:18 For He bruises, but He binds up;
He wounds, but His hands make whole.
I promise here that when i am set on high
and lifted to safety,
i will remember that i have been lowly
and mourning.
Times where i realize that i am weak,
that He is the One and Only…
who alone is more than sufficient for me.
Yes, Lord, despite the excruciating pain
and unstoppable tears,
my prayer is still the same:
Create in me a pure heart,
and renew in me a right spirit.
Cloth me in Your Presence,
and make me bear fruits in abundance.
Anna, if you happen to see this post (which is not supposed to be here), i want to thank you once again, from the bottom of my heart, for knowing God and loving Him so deeply, so that you can be such an effective channel of God’s blessing to me in my darkest hours and weakest moments. You are full of beauty and faith, to allow Christ to live and speak through you!
Also want to take this time to thank various people who have offered invaluable encouragement and support during this short but intense period: Mum, Dear Timliang, Charles, Allan, Yassy, Glenn, Ian, Gwen, Timloh, Daniel Loh, Tina, Lisa, Liu Yang, Sharon, Wilfred and Charmaine. <3
Last Day
And so it came.
Unbelievable.
i wanted to capture my experiences as an ACSib student in this post, but after writing and deleting many times, i realized that it is an impossible feat.
All that i can say is: THANK YOU GOD, for directing me into the school, for allowing me to experience soooo much and for guiding me through this final & crucial lap!
Honestly speaking, i’m very sad and reluctant to leave. Seldom do i feel a sentimental attachment to an institution, but ACS is an exception…
I was immensely touched and ministered by Ms Chock’s address today in the LT1. Her message is something that i will always treasure in my heart.
Prior to that, we finalized Project X. The responses were heartwarming and encouraging. Praise God!
(: He is great, and i am most blessed to submit to His will to be a part of this emblem of great endeavour. No one else will do, nothing else will do.
It’s time to bid this blog farewell for the time being (till 12 Nov).
A song that is stuck in my mind:
This is my prayer in the desert
And all that’s within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
And this is my prayer in the battle
And triumph is still on it’s way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I’ll stand
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I’m filled to be emptied again
The seed I’ve recieved I will sow
Amen!
The journey ahead
This is the buffer period, or the calm before the storm, so to speak.
Times like this makes me contemplative.
What has God been doing in my life?
Where is He leading me towards?
Which path should i take in the future?
Once again, i’m at the crossroads of life.
The time between end of IB exams and start of University term will be very crucial, it will play a determining role in practical things such as my chances of getting a scholarship and to a certain extent, my quality of life in the University. Hence, i will willingly sacrifice the promised Europe holiday trip to sharpen my mind for interviews, go for internships, job shadowing, read up for my courses etc.
Such a choice is purely pragmatic in nature, and it feels hollow to dive headlong into these affairs without being assured that there are spiritual & social significances to them as well. i suppose it’s God’s will to prevent us from engaging in the rat race that will slowly but surely bring us further and further away from His heart. The allure of prestige and wealth is more real than ever, but can i withstand the test and be purer and humbler in heart and do things that are truly significant, even at the expanse of (worldly) honour & glory?
For the past few months, He spoke through godly people such as Charles, who advised me to “do something really meaningful” during the extended break, such as to “serve in church, go overseas and work (mission trip!), or work in an NGO”. Hence, i used some time today (it will be a bit too late to start after IB exams) to research on internship opportunities in the social service sector and found something that moved me to tears:
As such, i have made up my mind, that i’ll be a down-to-earth angel immediately after my IB exams, to serve and to contribute to the community through at least 2 of these voluntary welfare organisations by the empowerment of God Almighty.
It is a truism as being clothed by the Presence of God and filled by the Spirit of Christ owns being wrapped in fanciful garb and loaded with sumptuous delicacies anytime. After all, “God never fails to provide according to His will”. (:
A timely song recommended by a true ACSian
No More Night
by David Phelps
The timeless theme, earth and
heaven will pass away. It’s not a
dream, God will make all things
new that day. Gone is the curse
from which I stumbled and fell.
Evil is banished to eternal hell.
No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying
again. And praises to the great “I
AM.” We will live in the light of
the risen Lamb.
See all around, now the nations
bow down to sing. The only
sound is the praises to Christ,
our King. Slowly the names from
the book are read. I know the
King, so there’s no need to dread.
No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying
again. And praises to the great “I
AM.” We will live in the light of
the risen Lamb.
See over there, there’s a mansion,
oh that’s prepared just for me,
where I will live with my savior
eternally.
No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying
again. And praises to the great “I
AM.” We will live in the light of
the risen Lamb.
All praises to the great “I AM.”
We’re gonna live in the light of
the risen Lamb.
HAHAHAHA, this is so FUNNY!
To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Oh, the charm of hyperbole!
How delightful it is to be a Literature student!
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other.
Soulmates
are not born, but made -
by God’s mighty and faithful hands, until
they awaken as
one.
