looking back//moving forward

[4 october]
i don’t know what i should entitle this post
so i shall just ramble a little while i figure it out.

these past 8 weeks back in school have been drastically different from my first semester in january & also july 2014. and i cannot put into words how amazingly joyful it has been to be able to enjoy school – the learning, the new friendships, the new endeavours, new sports, reviving past ministry commitments and revisiting old friendships.

that said, the past months have also been littered with many happenings that threaten to upset the joy rediscovered. injuring my back while trampolining with the class & potential the start of a bad tear on my ACL from basketball last semester, 2 falls off a bicycle in a span of a week,

[2 may]

the radial head bone fracture (ouch.) #ambidexterous

the radial head bone fracture (ouch.) #ambidexterous


fracturing my elbow from the second freak bicycle-breaking accident in May after making it to the end of the first semester of school (God knows how painful and tough and impossible it was), a few sessions of going for prayer at healing room with uncle peter assuring me each time i was there, church camp & an SP-arranged session for me to meet and talk to Ps Mike Connell where he helped to identify what could have happened in Aceh that triggered this whole episode (it does not seem like something that warranted such great backlash, but God works all things out for good), apart from praying for me, Ps Mike shared with me about the heart & gave me practical handles to work on to get through the next phase (he pre-empted me that it wouldn’t be immediate nor would it be easy) so i moved on with trepidation,

[1 august]
making it through 5 weeks of practicum with much fear, hesitation & praying in tongues – which paved a ton of God’s favour and the simple conscious knowledge of His presence, getting into a bad car crash to mark the day i ended practicum (on a rather good note) – i thank God i walked out of the car with only whiplash, inflammation on my rib bones, some cuts from the seat belt, bruises from hitting something in the car & smashed specs. The car had it worse – so it got an early retirement to the scrapyard & I had to bear the cost of the accident. (thank God for insurance!)

It felt like i just survived another possible spiritual assault on my life & i had to fight back. My cell leader and Elder Peter both prayed for me as i shared with them – just didn’t seem normal. (‘suay’/unlucky you will call it, i don’t believe anything happens by chance. because all the days of my life are already written by Him who created me.)

[30 august]
Almost a month later, we discover that my aunty (my domestic helper/ roomie/ friend) who has been with us for half my life (13 years) had been stealing from us – things of great sentimental value and substantial monetary value. It was almost unbelievable, heartbreaking and stressful. We would have preferred to never find out & wanted to be in denial, but mummy’s wedding & engagement ring & the iconic gold coin bracelet that i remember grandma left for mummy were missing & grudgingly we searched for it amidst her belongings (for the first time in 13 years), only to find that there were 14 pawnshop tickets inside. For a rare moment since i can’t remember when, i sat down with the brothers to talk and pray and really seek God about how we should respond. We were not angry with her, we empathised, we prayed into the spirit realm and were reminded that we do not fight against flesh and blood but against powers and principalities. End of the sad story, we sent her to the police station :/ (it was the best we could do) I won’t forget that sunday, missing service and feeling so betrayed, confused and torn.

sept 11, 2014. I turn 25. hurrah.

a happy turning 25!

a happy turning 25!

(that marks 2 years since the day i dropped out of school for the first time. seemingly my first big failure in life. yes, i couldn’t take it anymore, i had to give up)

[22 september]
We get word that uncle peter’s condition is critical, that his body was not recovering well after a surgery to remove his pancreas, gall bladder and spleen because of a 10cm big cyst that was malignant. it was only discovered 2 weeks ago when he came home from a mission trip. we were all praying for him to be healed. and then just past noon we got wind that he was gone. just like that, his life on earth was over. he was just a passing through, he finished his mission, God called him home. but we felt robbed. uncle peter was such a great gentle pillar of support and counsel not just to me, but to the entire church body. the lives he played an active part in were so numerous. a spiritual father to many, a shoulder you know you can lean on. you don’t quite realise how much a person has poured into your life till they’re gone. and i wished i could have told him i was finally better after more than 2 years of this ordeal. i remembered the time he’d spend talking to me, paying me a visit with aunty kwee choon to make sure i was ok when my family was out of town, the prayers he lifted up on my behalf when i couldn’t find words to pray, how he reminded the intercessors to pray for me at friday morning prayers, brought back a devotional from his 3 month US sabbatical for me, cooked mee siam for us when we went to house to learn new things together. he was probably closer than my own grandpa. and i missed his smile, his assuring self & i grieved this loss. we were all taken aback, but we grieve together and will will one day meet uncle peter again, in paradise. thank You for uncle peter’s life LORD. i will live my life a little better because of Your faithful servant & by Your grace.

[4 october]
My baby brother turns EIGHTEEN! :)
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joy in the storm

joy in the storm

A thunderstorm drenched our swimming plans, but it brought about a day of rest, packing up pieces (& the mess of my room), a short but good chat with mum, a much needed nap & some time to look back & thank Daddy God that life is finally moving forward. It will never be the same again, and i’m not quite there yet, but i know that God has good plans for my life, the most exciting call that He will ignite and burn a passion in me for & the best partner in waiting for me. in His time. i am at rest. and that makes me ridiculously happy.

God gives His beloved rest! :)

blast

maybe i wanna scream and yell and shout and swear

but i simply sit silent, expressionless and stare intently at the screen.

its one of those days. pretty crappy. feeling like no one cares anyway.

i don’t know very much more to say but a hi to old friends.

saying goodbye to a dear friend who’s going overseas to study

i hate goodbyes.

we’ve drifted apart, she’s got new good friends. it doesnt matter (i say) i feel myself running away, backing away because i don’t have better words to say.

well life may never be the same again. saw people who has things happened and they never were the same again. their former days of their prime washed away, their everything crumbled and it doesn’t seem like they will ever get back again. thats me being pessimistic maybe but its so real. no freaking person or thing in this world owes it to you to have your life smooth sailing and in order. and im feeling sore about it. bitter about it. angry. but God allows trials to shape us. preacher shared how he felt closest to God in his darkest time, why can’t I say that of me too. yet knowing that if i can trust the Hope of my life, the one who reminds me time and time again that He loves me unconditionally. the one who protected me & saved me by giving up His own life, even when i did not ask for it. that man, who became a man, giving up everything for me. i desire but fail to understand a love like that. i will never find an earthly parallel. a love so divine. everything this heart could ever want or need is found in it. stop looking at people or to people to satisfy. but don’t run away either.¬†

my strength may fail, but He is my strength and the hope of all hearts. the One who won’t turn me away even after I’ve doubted for the hundred and oneth time.

pre-churchcamp

im off to church camp tomorrow! Its marking the near close of the holidays, marking a year since we were supposed to meet and chat again. of since which i’d found myself just going downhill and in a mess. and its so hard to find the faith, but it has been bubbling up a little more like how boiling water produces little bubbles. you can kill me with the uncertainty, but certainly there is hope.

saya hampir tak mau tahan lagi, tapi kalau putus asa pasti aku menyesal selama hidupanku. tentu, kesedihan akan lewat, saya begitu harap secepatnya dan saya tak terlalu mengerti apa yang menghindari aku gembira lagi. dan tibanya saya mau menyalahkan orang di sekitar saya yg coba melindungi dan membantuku seperti mentor dan orangtuaku. tapi benar kesalahan mungkin dalam saya sendiri dan Tuhan mau menyalakan kelemahanku. banyak kali kelemahanku, saya tak cukup kuat Bapaku, Tuhanku. Saya mau menurut keinginanMu, saya pilih begitu. Kasih saya kepercayaan dan keberanian untuk menyerahkan semua-semuanya kepadaMu. saya tak mau tergantung diri, kesombongan lagi. tanpaMu, saya apapun tak bisa. Tapi, pasti ada sesuatu yang saya percaya salah. kebohongan yg saya percaya. Saya menyerah Tuhan, saya mau dgn gawat inginMu. Karena kehidupan yang tidak sesuai Tuhan saya tidak puas. saya tidak mau berpegang masa lalu lagi, saya ingat bawa saya adalah putriMu, anakMu, temanMu, pelayananMu, hidupku milikMu. Saya menyerah. menyerahlah. Bantu saya berdiri lagi, ku mau cintaMu lagi, di kasihMu lagi, punya sukacitaMu lagi. Tunjukkan padaku apa yang saya harus lakukan, Tuhan mau saya ke mana saja, saya ikut. saya mau ikut. saya menyerah kesakitan, masa depan, masa lalu, orang2 dari masa lalu, ketakutanku, kekuatiranku, keluarga yg saya akan ada atau tidak, teman2ku, laki-laki dari masa lalu, saya menyerah dan minta kejelasan, kebeningan dan kenyataan dalam hatiku muncul dan sesuai dengan hasratMu. Tuhanku. rajaku.

scrambled eggs

I’m scrambling
suddenly missing the past
wanting to grasp some remnants of it
so I look back & barely anything I find on this baby
no trace of you
some traces of me
my highest and lowest in a span of months
what went wrong
what happened?
I look at how time has flown by in pain
pangs
time is ticking
God
I need You
the aim is to let go of the past
but memories only mine to keep
the other side let them go
damn I’m not happy
yet somewhat hopeful
somewhat fearful
alone
not alone
in my head
don’t give up
do something
move forward
let go of the past
throw it away
maybe with nothing
will something be recreated
just take it all
fine
take it all
but I don’t know how I would take it
just take it all
take my life
it’s Yours anyway
it’s yours
I want to want what You want
how did I screw it up like that
scrambled eggs
beaten bacon
need orange juice
and baking powder in flour
to rise again
but stay in the oven
so it won’t deflate
sigh
I’m sorry
goodnight and goodbye

contiki

it’s been a year since I made my way halfway across the world for my big adventure.

2 may’s gonna be a date to remember.

2 May 2013 I flew to Europe
2 May 2014 I flew off a bicycle and got my arm in a cast.
2 May 2015 what’s up next? God make it better please.