Summer in My Heart

I just read this in today’s Slice of Infinity article and it’s at times like this when I truly appreciate how creative expression can say things that no utterance can fully picture.

I know in whom my soul believes,
I know in whom I trust;
The Holy One, the merciful,
the only wise and just.

I know in whom my soul believes,
and all my fears depart;
For though the winter winds may blow,
’tis summer in my heart.

-Fanny Crosby-

When The Going Gets Tough…

I was chatting to my friend Eric online a couple of days ago and we got around to talking about my mom being in hospital of which he mentioned that he felt that I was strong being able to face things like this on a regular basis without breaking. The fact is that there are lots of times when I feel close to breaking and it’s only by my constant talks to God in my head & heart that I conquer the days when things are particularly difficult. What is the secret of getting through difficult days? Read on and I’ll share 5 things that I do on a daily basis that I helps me press on when I feel close to giving up.

To be honest, I don’t think I am strong at all in the way the world defines strength. In fact I think I am “weak” in the eyes of the world. My answer to almost every situation in life is to pray! In fact I’m learning to pray first before acting on a lot of important things in life and instead of reacting to difficult situations I am trying my best to take a minute or two to commit things to God. It is a tough time right now with my mom still in KL General Hospital for UTI and my dad scheduled for an angiogram today at the National Heart Institute (IJN).

It’s physically tiring going back & forth to the hospital but I don’t mind cos’ at the end of the day my family is important and it’s my turn to care for them especially in trying times like this. It’s hard not knowing what will happen next but I’m learning day by day to trust God that no matter what He is still in control; even when things don’t go the way I want it to. Is it stupid to think this way? Some people might feel that success or good is defined by things happening to our expectations but I’m learning more and more each day that our expectations are small in comparison with the bigger picture that God sees.

Life is just like American Football. Sometimes.

Life is just like American Football. Sometimes.

Anyways, I promised that I’d share with everyone the 5 things I do on a daily basis that helps me make the tough go away so here they are in no particular order.

  1. I have learnt over the years to start the day off right by reading the Bible, meditating on a verse or two and talking to God for at least 30 minutes or so. I do this daily and thankfully I’ve been able to keep to it by God’s grace.
  2. I time out to pray every time life throws me a curve ball (i.e. difficult situations at work, emotional lows when I hear bad news, etc).
  3. I remind myself that life is not just about me; that it’s about God first & foremost and that He is good, He is in control & He will brings things to pass in His time.
  4. I stop complaining about the situation and I recount the things I can be thankful for so that I can realign & remember that despite life’s challenges God does indeed bless me with good things every day.
  5. I grit my teeth and do my best to press on in the things that are needful in the present.

I think most of you who are Christian would already  know some of these things already but I suspect disciplining yourself to do it is what you struggle with. My encouragement to all of you is that it’s do-able. When I was younger I never did all these things but as I grew older I began to realise that so much of life is out of our control and the only thing that matters at the end of the day is our relationship with God. Everything else is temporal.

For those of you going through a tough season right now here’s a verse from the book of Romans to encourage you.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.”
The Apostle Paul.

The Price of a Miracle

Hi everyone,

I got the following story in an email today. Hope it inspires some of you about miracles.

A little girl went
to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three
times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she
slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with
the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for
the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat
with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a
quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
‘And what do you want?’ the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of
voice. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,’ he
said without waiting for a reply to his question.
‘Well, I want to talk
to you about my brother,’ Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. ‘He’s
really, really sick…and I want to buy a miracle.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
said the pharmacist.
‘His name is Andrew and he has something bad
growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how
much does a miracle cost?’
‘We don’t sell miracles here, little girl.
I’m sorry but I can’t help you,’ the pharmacist said, softening a little.
‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get
the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.’
The pharmacist’s brother was
a well dressed man He stooped down and asked the little girl, ‘What kind of a
miracle does your brother need?’
‘ I don’t know,’ Tess replied with her
eyes welling up. I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an
operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.’
‘How much do you have?’ asked the man from Chicago
‘One dollar
and eleven cents,’ Tess answered barely audibly.
‘And it’s all the money
I have, but I can get some more if I need to.’
‘Well, what a
coincidence,’ smiled the man. ‘A dollar and eleven cents—the exact price of a
miracle for little brothers. ‘
He took her money in one hand and with
the other hand he grasped her mitten and said ‘Take me to where you live. I want
to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you
need.’
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it
wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were
happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
‘That surgery,’ her Mom whispered. ‘was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost?’
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a
miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents….plus the faith of a little child.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A
miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
I know you’ll keep the ball moving!
Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone who means something to you!
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no
end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside
for you to see is the treasure of friendship you’ve granted to me.
Today
I pass the friendship ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who is a friend
to you.
MY OATH TO YOU…
When you are sad…..I will dry your
tears.
When you are scared…..I will comfort your fears.
When
you are worried…..I will give you hope.
When you are confused……I
will help you cope.
And when you are lost…And can’t see the light, I
shall be your beacon….Shining ever so bright.
This is my oath…..I
pledge till the end.
Why you may ask?….Because you’re my friend.
Signed: GOD

A jar full of miracles.

A jar full of miracles.

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even the total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

‘And what do you want?’ the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,’ he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

‘Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,’ Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. ‘He’s really, really sick … and I want to buy a miracle.’

‘I beg your pardon?’ said the pharmacist.

‘His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how much does a miracle cost?’

‘We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,’ the pharmacist said, softening a little.

‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.’

The pharmacist’s brother was a well-dressed ma.n He stooped down and asked the little girl, ‘What kind of a miracle does your brother need?’

‘ I don’t know,’ Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.’

‘How much do you have?’ asked the man from Chicago

‘One dollar and eleven cents,’ Tess answered barely audibly.

‘And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.’

‘Well, what a coincidence,’ smiled the man. ‘A dollar and eleven cents—the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. ‘

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said ‘Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.’

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

‘That surgery,’ her Mom whispered. ‘was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?’

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents….plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you’ll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you! A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you’ve granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you.

Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.


MY OATH TO YOU

When you are sad I will dry your tears.
When you are scared I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried I will give you hope.
When you are confused I will help you cope.
And when you are lost and can’t see the light,
I shall be your beacon, shining ever so bright.
This is my oath I pledge till the end.
Why you may ask? Because YOU are my friend.

~GOD~

Hope in Fiction

The Dark Knight ... of course.

The Dark Knight ... of course.

Just this morning as I cleared the hall in my apartment a little I had the Special Features disc playing from the Dark Knight and something hit me. Life is rife with challenges and I figured out this morning that movies, games and books inspire me to do better; to be better. There is a unrealised need in the world today for fiction to not just entertain but to teach us how to be better. We don’t necessarily need to just read autobiographies but I believe that good fiction that’s meant to inspire can do good.

There is a line to be drawn though because fiction can be escapicism. I used to get lost in things like this years ago but now that I’m older I realise that I can take what I learn into the real world. What is fiction if it just stays on the pages of a script or book? What’s the point of writing if the themes and thoughts of the author are just merely to entertain? Entertainment can be more than that I believe. In fiction we can find hope to continue to press in our challenges in real life. Through fiction we can put shape to our thoughts, emotions & feelings that better help us understand who we are as people.

I guess that’s why there’s always been a place in our world for writing; that it isn’t just a form of creative expression but it’s also a form of inspiration for us to be more than we can be. Inspiration is nothing unless we act upon it and ultimately it falls to us to make something of life. Wouldn’t you agree?