Being kicked when you're down is the worst of the lot.
As I pondered in the night, darkness descended
like a familiar friend. Thus I wondered if I should tarry in its shadow
or should I put my soul to flight. Fleeing the dark descent, on the
coat tails of the one they call Hope.
Flee from the black dog less it chews on the thoughts, gnawing at the failures past committed.
In times like this, I'm comforted with the theme of last Sunday's sermon.
"Don't miss the hidden miracle when our Experience doesn't match the Expectation...because when we're at the end of the road, when we're at our wits end...
Sometimes, that's where God reveals Himself, when we find ourselves changed from within...that in itself is a miracle".
In my opinion, the ability to forgive someone is a miracle.
The ability to weather trials will reap spiritual muscle,
Made possible only by having to go through the most bitter of experiences.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Jonah
It's a quiet morning today.
Traffic has been surprisingly smooth, likely due to the fact that everyone's still in the holiday mood with most of the KL folk still celebrating the Hari Raya.
It has almost been a year since I did any blogging or writing so to speak.
How so much has changed from just over a year ago. I find myself reflecting back on the past 365 days, how rich and eventful life has been.
How it means to love someone and be loved in return.
How so many new friendships were made and lost.
Milestones which I may never cross ever again.
It seems to be playing like a broken tape reel more often now...
Absorbing the good, the awesome, the beautiful, the new, the fresh...
Yet, replaying the regrets, the 'what ifs' , the 'I wish I would have done things differently', the pain of making wrong decisions.
Painfully, the regrets get more air time.
Yet...yet...
Broodingly, deceitfully knowing that somethings would have been done the same even if life presented us the opportunity to relive those moments.
How wicked our hearts and thoughts are. No one can foresee or foreknew...
Scripture says that, "...the love of money is the root of all evil".
When we were youth without a care in the world, we could read and memorize and quote it nonchalantly..
Now when issues of finance is closer to home, the lines tend to blur the conscience.
blunting the conviction.
Where is your faith now?
The story of Jonah,
Fleeing from Him.
Sometimes it takes a storm sent from God to turn back the running "Jonah" in all of us.
A storm so overwhelming that shakes us to the core.
Dead in the whale's belly of hopelessness. Utterly broken and helpless.
Till we cry our to our Defender, our Strong Tower.
Our Shield and Rock.
Would God search me out.
These 3 days in the whale's belly is overwhelming.
Is it to prove the emptiness of our wisdom, the failure of our strength?
Yet hope is all we have.
I still believe that His mercies are new every morning.
Traffic has been surprisingly smooth, likely due to the fact that everyone's still in the holiday mood with most of the KL folk still celebrating the Hari Raya.
It has almost been a year since I did any blogging or writing so to speak.
How so much has changed from just over a year ago. I find myself reflecting back on the past 365 days, how rich and eventful life has been.
How it means to love someone and be loved in return.
How so many new friendships were made and lost.
Milestones which I may never cross ever again.
It seems to be playing like a broken tape reel more often now...
Absorbing the good, the awesome, the beautiful, the new, the fresh...
Yet, replaying the regrets, the 'what ifs' , the 'I wish I would have done things differently', the pain of making wrong decisions.
Painfully, the regrets get more air time.
Yet...yet...
Broodingly, deceitfully knowing that somethings would have been done the same even if life presented us the opportunity to relive those moments.
How wicked our hearts and thoughts are. No one can foresee or foreknew...
Scripture says that, "...the love of money is the root of all evil".
When we were youth without a care in the world, we could read and memorize and quote it nonchalantly..
Now when issues of finance is closer to home, the lines tend to blur the conscience.
blunting the conviction.
Where is your faith now?
The story of Jonah,
Fleeing from Him.
Sometimes it takes a storm sent from God to turn back the running "Jonah" in all of us.
A storm so overwhelming that shakes us to the core.
Dead in the whale's belly of hopelessness. Utterly broken and helpless.
Till we cry our to our Defender, our Strong Tower.
Our Shield and Rock.
Would God search me out.
These 3 days in the whale's belly is overwhelming.
Is it to prove the emptiness of our wisdom, the failure of our strength?
Yet hope is all we have.
I still believe that His mercies are new every morning.
