Everything I Needed to Learn

Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten


Most of what I really need to know about how to live and what to do, and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school.

These are the things I learned: Share everything.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life.
Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup -- they all die. So do we.


And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: look.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.
Think what a better world it would be if we all -- the whole world -- had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. - Robert Fulghum -

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Most days I don't know what I'm learning anymore. It seems that life is all about getting through this and that, until I went back to school. It's ironic how some people go to school to go back to school but that's the difference between being a student and being a teacher.
Yet some people don't seem to have learnt their lesson well, like me, I am still learning. What should I be when I grow up?

Home-ly Feelings

It's strange how a whole different place can make you feel at home,

because I esteem home to be a very important part of my life.

Home is a place to belong, somewhere safe and sound.

Its definition is not limited by a matress and a blanket, or food and shelter.

It is not confined to the same people in the same living space.

You can have many physical homes and still not feel you have a home.
Home is a feeling of security, a sense of ease and some happiness.

Home on earth is only temporary but it's hard to understand that at first,
and still it can be hard to understand along life's journey,
but there is a home, a better home...

Try Your Best

Am I hearing things blow past my ears,
Or is He telling me to try my best?
It seems there is never enough time,
in the midst of all this busy-ness.

We push and we get pushed,
we pull our weights and weights are added on to our load.
Weary, worn out, why?...we may ask,
yet no one seems to notice as we walk alone on this road.



Try your best,
that is all anyone should ever ask for.
Only we know when we are trying,
and He knows too and asks for nothing more.

Hear That

While walking across the busy road on the way to uni with music playing in my ears, you really can't hear anything. The sound of cars, trucks, motorcycles, it all just blasts into your ears.
You can turn the music on even louder, but still you can't hear it.

When I get back home to my quiet little room, as I turn on the music again, it suddenly blasts into my ear.
Quite a spiralling effect eh?

If things outside get louder, we try to adapt and change.
If we keep up the constant spiralling upwards in volume, we eventually can't hear ourselves anymore.
That voice in my heart, is it there anymore I wonder?

If I can't seem to hear it, then I have to remind myself to take the intiative to go to a quieter place.
It's there, I know it.

Holding Onto Hope

"HOPE is more than a word--
it's a state of being.
It's a firm belief that
even if you don't know how,
even if you don't know when,
God will come through
and better days are ahead.
Life brings rain...
HOPE dances in the puddles
until the sun comes out again."

-Holly Gerth-

I can't see it.

I can't feel it.

Just a sitting duck.

But there is a kind of hope that keeps me going.

My Greatest Assignment

What assignment? (Is that 15 seconds of caring?)

One assignment that I've been neglecting long time is my greatest assignment.
A life long assignment.
An assignment with a great purpose.
It was planned for me before I even knew it.
And it should be spent helping others.

The fearful thing is that loving others shouldn't be hard.
If there is no love, there is no desire to serve others.
Knowing that a saved heart should be one that wants to serve...

Why didn't God just take us up to heaven when we accepted His grace?
Why would He leave us here on this corrupted world?
There's just something more to us being here.
If we aren't serving, we only exist. We are fully alive when we help others.
Everyone is different, but God has a purpose for each.
He will assign us, and use us, if we stop making excuses.

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What did I do to help somebody today?

How We Grow

We are not meant to remain as children.

Ephesians 4:14a (Ph)

God wants us to grow up...

like Christ in everything.

Ephesians 4:15a (Msg)

To grow up, you must want to grow,

decide to grow, make an effort to grow, and persist in growing.

We become whatever we are committed to.

The way you think determines the way you feel,

and the way you feel influences the way you act.

...the thinking of others is the mark of maturity:

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me."

Reflections of: The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren

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Grown Ups...funny movie, but makes you think what will everyone be like when we all grow up.

No matter how old you be, or whoever you are, wherever you are,

when we think of others, it's just one step more in being mature.

Doesn't that make me childish?...

Deep Deep Deep Down Down

For the last few days,
this is what we've been on about.
As we walk home,
me and my little sister will sing this song...

Deep Down In My Heart

Hey, Do you know what the Lord had done?
I won't going back anymore.
If you ever experienced His love,
You won't going back anymore.

Deep, deep (whoa), deep down, down
deep down in my heart (I love you Jesus).
Deep, deep (whoa), deep down, down
Deep down in my heart!

Do you love my Jesus,
Deep down in your heart?
Yes, I love your Jesus,
Deep down in my heart!

Say What You Mean

Ever wonder why it's so hard to say something?

And you end up keeping it to yourself,

and you think why didn't I just say it?

We are all different for a reason and that's a good thing.

1. "God wants unity, not uniformity"

...so "focus on what we have in common, not our differences."

2. "Maturity is living the tension"

...so "be realistic in your expectations"...there is no such thing as a perfect church because there wouldn't be any perfect people to make it up..."reconciliation, not running away, is the road to stronger character and deeper fellowship."

3. Encourage, don't criticize

...when you judge someone, you lose fellowship with God, you expose your own pride and insecurity, you set yourself up to be judge by God, and you harm your fellowship with the church...remember "a critical spirit is a costly vice."

4. No GOSSIP

..."gossip is passing on information when you are neither part of the problem nor part of the solution." Oh, and if you listen to gossip, it's like accepting stolen goods. If you listen to gossip, God says you are a troublemaker.

5. Follow Jesus' example

...a simple three-step process: "If a fellow believer hurts you, go and tell him-work it out between the two of you. If he listens, you've made a friend. If he won't listen, take one or two others along so that the presence of witnesses will keep things honest, and try again. If he still won't listen, tell the church."

6. Follow your leaders...give them your SUPPORT

...no such thing as a perfect leader, but God gives them the responsibility and authority to maintain unity. So be nice, help them out and in the end they may be accounted for how well they watched over you, but you will be accounted for how well you followed them.

"Truth is, everyone needs and wants to be loved, and when people find a church where members genuinely love and care for each other, you would have to lock the doors to keep them away."

...All the above, decribe the church, and what it means to be a part of it.

Some things are hard to say but it takes practice.

Other things are hard to say because now may not be the best time.

And other things are hard to say because we just don't know our purpose enough.

Just a thought. Reflections of: "The Purpose Driven Life" by Rick Warren.

Forgetful By Nature

Children are forgetful by nature,
why do you think parents remind them constantly?

People are forgetful by nature,
why do you think they rely on reminders everyday?

The people in the Bible were forgetful too,
why do you think God repeats Himself so many times?

And so I am so forgetful by nature,
yet I sit here pretending like I remember it all.

The thing is I get distracted easily,
when the tough gets going,
and the busy-ness settles in.

Another thing is I get tired quickly,
and I end up carrying this weight alone,
thinking I am never going to make it home.

Therefore a little reminder is a big thing for me:
Remember that you are loved, created and thought of everyday,
and though it may seem like your forgotten...just pray.

And that's something I need to know,
that He cares,
why should I despair?

To Dream...and Wake Up

One night I had a dream.
I thought I had failed,
I thought I had fallen,
But in the end I woke up.
The thought lingers it seems.

You ever have a dream where...
it feels so real and true.
And you can't seem to break free.
You struggle and fight,
in the end you give up right there.

I've wasted too much time,
just living on the past.
And it's all meaningless I thought,
what can I do as I live in regret...
I can simply put the past behind.

It's easier said than done though.
And when I think of it,
maybe there was a purpose.
The better part of the dream...
it's when you wake up you know.

Home At Last

As soon as he was able to see his home again,
tears began welling up in his eyes instantly.
He smiled and looked around and up high and low,
there was a certain peace in being home I know.
And I wondered what he missed most about home.

The first thing to see as he entered his humble abode,
was his garden unattended for almost three months now.
Still trees were fruitful and everything was flourishing green.
The little girl played in her father's garden as she had always been.
I wondered if he missed gardening and the moments with her.

Then into the house we all went in.
And he began tearing again.
Home at last it seems.
The boy walked toward his father and over he leans.
I wondered if he missed simply being able to see him.

To the front of the house they wheeled him along.
They stopped and he began crying unstoppingly.
The hymns of praise filled the house though the inside seemed dim,
as the little boy was practicing as his father had always reminded him.
I wondered if he missed listening to him playing hymns on the piano.

One by one they came to welcome him home.
A family meal together once again,
filled with laughter and memories;
A time to treasure though it seems so ordinary.
I know life doesn't have to be extraordinary to miss home.

To Dream...(part II)

Maybe I might not be dreaming enough, but Someone dreamed of me...

...and I am one of His dreams come true.

When I think of dreams, I often think of extrordinary things or places.

But God dreams of things that happen right before us.

Dreams don't have to be out of the ordinary or all that great...

...they just have to be lived out well and true.

I just have have dreams like His...

To Dream...

..."I had a dream last night..."

..."I had a dream too!..."

I thought...I haven't had a dream for a while. Asleep or awake, it feels like without a dream, I feel somehow, lost to the flow of time. A dream is "a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep". It is also "an aspiration, a goal, or a aim". It feels so much harder to imagine and create things, but then again, inspiration comes in timeliness. At least, I can listen to your dreams (:

There It Is

There it is right in front of me?
I don't understand right now...
but maybe I will in good time.

Home

A Lesson From the Ants

The other day I looked in the yard there were so many ant holes, so many ants!
Today I happened to stumble across this chapter about "laziness":

..A person who is too lazy to work may steal to get what he wants. (Eph 4:28; Prov 13:11; 12:24)
..Laziness causes excessive sleepiness. (Prov 6:9-11; 19:15; 10:5)
..A lazy person uses other people's money to get what he wants. (Rom 12:9-12)
..Parents, don't allow your children to develp a lazy trait. The responsibility is on your shoulders. (Prov 22:6)
..A lazy person is conceited. (Prov 26:16)
..A slothful person is too lazy to move himself. (Prov 26:14)
..Lazy people are careless and unpredictable. (Prov 6:6-9)
..Lazy people irritate others. (Prov 10:26)
..Lazy people fold their hands instead of working. (Prov 6:10;24:33; 26:15)
..Lazy people won't cook for themselves. (Prov 12:27)
..Lazy people are "wishful thinkers." (Prov 13:4)
..A lazy person's life is full of troubles. (Prov 15:19)
..Lazy people waste things. (Prov 18:9)
..Lazy people refuse to work. (Prov 20:4)
..Lazy people use senseless excuses for their laziness. (Prov 22:13)
..Lazy people don't want to be taught anything. (Prov 24:30)
..Lazy people sit idly by and watch their property ruin. (Prov 24:31)
..A lazy person cannot be trusted. (Lk 19:11)
..Lazy people are usually too lazy to get saved. (Heb 6:11-12)
..Lazy people lack the ability to carry on in the business world. (Rom 12:11)
..Lazy people can learn a lesson if they will watch how busy ants are. (Prov 6:6-8)

After reading the last line...there is much to learn if I must work hard to be able to go home.

Another Day

Spending a day at the hospital..then again, what is a day..without someone you love?

Lost

Ever been in a room full of people and happenings, and not feeling like you belong.
Sometimes life can feel like that, just not knowing where to go and what to do.
Sometimes when I drop the pen and pick it up again, I wonder where I was before.
Lost.

There is this story of love though, and I know that I am a part of it.
It is described as 'open', 'wide' and 'free'.
If I would know the story better, I would find a direction to go.
Seeking.

It may seem like a mystery today, all the while I'll keep asking why.
Why must I do this and that, why?
There is only one plan for today that I must live, learn and write.
Finding.

Called

When your name is called out from wherever about,
do you respond and run to answer it straight away?
To stop and leave all that you are doing in a moment,
just to answer to what they may instruct or say?

Do you grumble and mumble under your breath,
as you try to avoid whomever may be calling?
And then again and again they call for you,
finally you drag yourself across the floor instead stalling.

Why is the question you might ask yourself-why me?
You can call someone else's name.. anyone but me.
You never seem to listen to what I have to say,
I just want to do what I want.. just let me be.

The Lord says He has chosen you and that is why He calls,
do you know that you are the firstborn and a child of God?
What do you mean I am the firstborn of God?
You are born of living water and washed in His blood.

You can do this and that because everything is permissible,
but not everything may be beneficial for you.
If you must know I have a plan for you too,
know that you are one of the many but chosen few.

You are special and I want you to live.
When you choose to conform to the way other's live,
and you despise your birthright and wish for vain things,
it only leads to death.. weariness and suffering it will give.

If you answer swiftly to your name when you are called,
and you run to meet whoever has called for you,
remember that you are chosen for the task at hand,
for the Lord says, "I have loved you."

Do you know that there are people out there,
still suffering in silence and hiding their cries?
Do you try listening to their stories and lives?
Why you ask.. instead ask "what" in place of all the why's.

What must I do when you call for me?
What must I learn during this time?
What must I know to do the things you ask?
What must I speak if Your light I must shine?

Koinonia

Koinonia.
It describes a person's relationship with God.
It also describes a person's relationship with people.

Knowing this, I have a poor Koinonia.
I cannot do enough practical ways to love the people He put in my world.
I fail to share the love that Christ first loved with me.

Failure as a friend or foe, I have to admit...
when you let someone know you better...
it hurts more.

While I was walking yesterday around the park, I simply smiled to passerbyers.
They all smiled back and even greeted.
It seems easier to make strangers happy, but then again...

While I was walking around today with family, everyone would laugh and smile.
Then when I saw another person not with us, it made me question-
Why didn't I know?

Return to God's Love

Probably wondering what kind of bun is that? Well, it seems like a char siew bun but its not. It's a peanut butter and jam bun, which I happened to pick out of all the seemingly ordinary buns in the bag. It was a bun made because it had been a leftover, but then again it is made out of love because I like peanut butter and jam.

Love can be so hard to understand. Love can seem so disguised in the moment. But when open our eyes and understand what it is, when we search for the meaning of it, we can taste the sweetness of it.

"Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love," says the Lord...

Sometimes I wonder what is "love"? It is not a just a feeling or flurry of emotions. It is something more that fills our cravings, strange as it may sound but it fills our life. Without it we feel lack and lost.

Love could be the times when our parents taught us how to walk and talk. They'd make us our favourite foods. Love could be when our siblings played with us and stayed with us. Growing up together is and was memorable.
Love could be the times when our friends listen to us. Spending moments working, walking, the worthwhile times.

Love could be when couples marry and dwell in unity. Enjoying the company of a companion makes one feel complete.

Love could be the times when children are around to learn from us. They ask so many questions at one time because they know you have the answer or at least you'd listen and care.

As days, months and years go by, I wonder how long any of this will last. Our love is limited. Our love is conditional. Our love is incomplete. True love? ...It exists.

Jesus loved us with a perfect love. Our love is wonderful and yet sometimes we still feel a void in our hearts, as if something is missing. We may not understand why or how until we seek Him and then, we shall find Him.

I don't know how else to describe what love is, but He has the answer and He holds the missing piece to our hearts.

One thing I want to recount from the other day; there was this man who was learning to speak again. He had an accident which damaged his brain and impaired his speech function. Once again, he had to learn how to speak again and so his wife called for a speech therapist. One of the first things he managed to say was, "I love you" to his wife. Everyone teared upon hearing him say the words.

I often forget to tell people how much I love them, and show them how much they matter. I forget to love them by accepting them, forgiving them, and moving on. Love is not confined. Love is not because of comfort or convenience. Loving someone who loves you back is easy, but loving an enemy or someone we think is unworthy or unthankful is a kind of love that is rare.

Thinking about it...when was the last time I told Jesus or even the person would made that bun for me and the other people in my life, "I love you?"

Afraid of Waking Up

At night before the little girl went to bed she listened to the sound of gentle snoring, the sound of the tick of a clock, the light classical music playing away, and a drip of the tap that her mother might not have tightly close. She would turn off her lights and clean up, and there was a silence and a peace in knowing everybody was safe and sound and tucked away. Then she would fall asleep...

Sometimes she would dream a dream that she could not wake up from. She would fight to break free but it seems as if she was trapped in a time and space where fighting was useless, and struggling was hopeless. It's dark. It's cold. It feels like your body is no longer under your control. All you can do is wait until you wake up. And when you wake up you realise it was only a dream but then what is real?

Sometimes she would have a pleasant dream, a collection of old memories. Times like those only last for a little while and then they become lost or treasured in minds and hearts. However the lessons and laughter shared in each memory lives longer than the duration of a mere dream. It's full of happiness. It's warm. It's worthwhile to return to, like a safe haven of rest and a good hiding place. And you'd never want to wake up from a beautiful dream such as this.

Then one day when she thought about it...
...What if she woke up deaf? ...How would she listen to the stories around her?
...What if she woke up blind? ...How would she see the beautiful creation surrounding her?
...What if she woke up mute? ...Would she still sing songs of praise and joy?
...What if she woke up physically disabled? ...Would she still walk with the Lord?
And when she thinks more and more about it, all she wants to do is sleep until someone wakes her up. Knowing that someone will wake her up gives her comfort in knowing that she is still awake. Everyday she wakes up, she knows it is a fight to live, a battle to meet, a fear to defeat.

While she is awake, she wants to remember to stay awake and conscious of her every thought, aware of the very things happening before her. It's scary to think of. Then again, living is fighting, sleeping is retreating, waking up is the choice she must make and still the clock ticks away, the light classical music may play, the tap could be closed but the gentle snores seize.

Be Still...

Sometimes it's hard to be still. Times like these.

I may try to remain calm, stay upbeat and think positive, but I can get tired sometimes too. Then I remember I am waiting and that is all I need to do.

I know that waiting is like rain after long days of drought, it is believing something will happen despite the happenings in between. And I know fear makes waiting intolerable. Weakening our faith and spirit.

He tells us to ,"Be still...".

To wait means to be still, and remain calm. When we wait, we hope. When we hope, we see.

As the rain drops fell in showers, I waited for it to stop. Then I saw a rainbow in the sky.

More Than I Can Tell

Of long weary days,
of some sad or quiet times,
of tears shed in silence alone...

Of short minutes of joy,
of playing and joyfulness,
of laughter shared together...

Of different times,
whether here or there,
the happenings are more than I can tell.

Of hours when we learned,
of wisdom in truth,
of how faith builds a child up.

Of the moments to live,
of a life worthy of our calling,
of how children should shine as light.

Of the times spent kneeling,
of prayers made in one accord,
of hoping that each child serves the Lord.

Of a timeless story that has not ended,
which is more than I can tell,
more than any tongue or pen could ever tell.

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I wanted so much to sing this hymn because the title of the hymn spoke to me: "When I Can Read My Title Clear". For some time I thought about what I was writing...Have I read my title clearly?
I wondered...
What am I writing? Why am I writing this? Who am I writing to? How am I writing it?
For some time I contemplated whether the things I wrote were related to the title. Then I thought although I cannot tell of all the blessings in my life, of all the details of His plan for each day, I can tell of the little things that I ought to tell about.

Childlike and All

These past few weeks that have gone by,

it feels as though someone different at heart.

A child again it seems but why?

I thought with childhood I had already part.

I remember I used to ride a bicycle of course,

but it wasn't just anywhere you know,

it was in the backyard and even worse,

I crashed walls and killed plants in one go.

I would hate homework so instead I would play,

play games and all with family or friends.

If we could play and everyone could stay,

well... doing homework at all... it depends.

Card games, computer games, sports games,

and an endless number of games that I can't remember.

Games worth remembering have memorable names.

If you want to play then you are already a member.

I thought I had lost it and in my mind,

I was thinking what was I doing?

My duties and responsibilities that I've left behind,

am I forgetting something, should I be reviewing?

Then joy and warmth would come to play,

and everything that was a worry or fuss,

any trouble or anxiety at heart would go away.

And laughing and smiling would be a must.

When your mind is not so set on endless tasks,

it's when you forget about yourself in it all.

You can open yourself up and take off all those masks,

the masks that cover our faces and are like a heart's wall.

Just forgetting about ourselves is one step,

to remembering what (and Who) matters most.

It seems easier to be happy and simply forget,

and God is more likely to walk with us along the coast.

When it rains He still walks with us,

and He will walk with us along the coast of life.

For He remembers we are only dust,

but His plan for us is greater and so we must strife.

If I were a child again I would play under the rain,

and I would hold hands and cross the way.

All it takes is for one to forget again,

to have faith as a child and learn to play.

I Surrender All

To surrender all that I have,

to give freely without return.

Through life's lessons I shall learn,

all things that I give in this world,

all disappear but only His word is forever.

When unexpected things happen,

we seem to try to adapt to these changes.

Time, place, event and people-it all ranges.

But I know one thing is for sure,

eventually people grow tired and weary.

At first their love burns with fire.

Love with great compassion and care,

and its warmth and light would fill the air.

Though one may feel cold or lonely,

they would find that light glowing dimly.

It a light of hope and reassurance,

that He had already fulfilled His promise.

Because life is passing as a mist.

Whatever pain or sorrow we must endure,

it is only for this little while.

Yet people will grow tired and weary,

and they might forget and sigh.

And they might ask the Lord, "Why"?

They fight to have their own way;

they desire the life that they once knew.

Adapting and adjusting to this new life,

it is more than just living a day's routine,

it living a story you have never seen.

He asked you if you believed in Him.

And your answer to Him was, "Yes".

And so He gives us the things in our life.

Whether we may like or not,

He carefully molds us as an earthen clay pot.

Stubborn, selfish, we want our way,

we want our lives, our pot to be what we like.

As time goes on we may dislike it,

this life and the happenings all around us.
It seems harder and harder to adjust.

Eventually we give in and return,

and our Maker would ask, "What did you learn?"

I am stubborn and selfish, proud and what not.

I am ugly within and I do not know anything.

I think myself something when I am nothing.

Only You know what is best for me.

I just need to learn to surrender all to You.

Whatever You give me is a blessing.

Whether it may be joy or sufferings,

I need to learn embrace not just the good tidings.

You know what is best for me,

that is something more beautiful than what I can see.

Sometimes when I look to the stars,

I know in the moment that You are there,

and I know that You always care.

Each day You give me is Your grace,

I only hope to give to others much more today.

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My uncle.. I know he is in there, fighting his mind to break free, yet his body does not listen. He seems to struggle but I know he is always fighting and he wants to tell us something but nothing comes out. All that matters is that he still here with us, and whatever God has given us, we must accept it. Our all, we must surrender, and so we must wait and pray until something happens..

One Thing I Ask

Psalm 27

The LORD is my light and my salvation—

whom shall I fear?

The LORD is the stronghold of my life—

of whom shall I be afraid?
When evil men advance against me

to devour my flesh,

when my enemies and my foes attack me,

they will stumble and fall.
Though an army besiege me,

my heart will not fear;

though war break out against me,

even then will I be confident.

One thing I ask of the LORD,

this is what I seek:

that I may dwell in the house of the LORD

all the days of my life,

to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD

and to seek him in his temple.

For in the day of trouble

he will keep me safe in his dwelling;

he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle

and set me high upon a rock.

Then my head will be exalted

above the enemies who surround me;

at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy;

I will sing and make music to the LORD.

Hear my voice when I call, O LORD;

be merciful to me and answer me.
My heart says of you, "Seek his face!"

Your face, LORD, I will seek.
Do not hide your face from me,

do not turn your servant away in anger;

you have been my helper.

Do not reject me or forsake me,

O God my Savior.
Though my father and mother forsake me,

the LORD will receive me.

Teach me your way, O LORD;

lead me in a straight path

because of my oppressors.

Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,

for false witnesses rise up against me,

breathing out violence.
I am still confident of this:

I will see the goodness of the LORD

in the land of the living.

Wait for the LORD;

be strong and take heart

and wait for the LORD.

He Asked Me

He asked me,
"Why are you so fearful?
How is it that you have no faith?"

This is the storm I am in now,
and I am scared and I cry out to God:
"Do You not care?"
And so He asked me that question.
I cannot hold on to the security of this world,
only hold on to faith.
Everything has almost failed now but only faith endures.

In quietness and confidence He gives me strength.
When we return to Him He will take care of us.
And somehow I am relieved but then,
I wonder what will happen tomorrow.

He says to let each day's worry be sufficient for the day.
He says He will give us peace.
And I realised that everyone that has passed by us has said the same.

To endure loss..to have a willingness to suffer..am I ready to suffer for Him?
If this is the storm He has sent me then He will also give me strength and grace, I just have to believe.

Time for Today Not Tomorrow

It feels as if time is against us,

but then, time is of the essence.

There is a time for everything.

It's just, in this season of waiting,

time can seem so hard to hold on to.

If you let go of it, it disappears,

and if you hold on to it, it takes you to unfamiliar places.

When I look at my guinea pigs,

their box with four walls seems like their world.

Take them out of the box,

and they're lost in a place we call our world.

And if they can't see me,

they think I am not there so I wonder, why can't I see God?

Though I live from day to day,

even if I don't know whether I'll wake up tomorrow,

I need to remember what Jesus said.

I don't understand the things that may come,

but all I need to know is who holds my hand.

He knows about tomorrow, and everything in our world.

I feel as if I cannot hear Him anymore, as if I cannot see Him and yet I know He is calling..

I know the world tells me there's no time, you can't do it, give up, stress out, run away..

and yet I am still here waiting and waiting..

a time for today and not for tomorrow.

"d" words

Choosing words wisely seems worthwhile.

It would save the world a whole lot of time.

It would bring peace in many broken relationships.

It would heal broken hearts and wounded souls.

If we could think as we speak,

speak the words that we think,

then think about what we spoke,

words would probably mean somewhat more than they are.

daydreaming

despressed

desperate

determined

delicate

delusional

desire

different

diligent

directional

disappointed

discouraged

disgusted

distracted

distressed

disturbed

doodling

doubtful

drowning

dull

dying

If I were to describe oneself with words,

I ought to choose more wisely.

The words I choose to think or say or write make my life a story,

and I choose to live that story.

A Picture of Love

This little girl smiled at me with a big sweet smile,
with her adorable bright eyes looking into mine.
At that moment we were only standing around,
but together with each other we had found.


She didn't seem to mind what we did,
she only wanted someone to talk to and play with.
So we walked around and around the building,
until we thought we felt like doing something.


We picked up some pen and paper,
and started doodling and scribbling some lines.
We laughed and we talked and who knows what we drew,
but those moments like these seem more and more few.


When I was a child I remembered to have fun,
to laugh and play games and move on.
There seems to come a time when you forget,
how to laugh and play and live life without regret.


At first I didn't know what to do with the pencil,
and I thought I had forgotten how I ever drew.
So I drew a picture of her and she drew a picture of me,
and we showed each other our pictures with giggles and glee.


In class we learnt about a story of love,
a love that is true and a love that abounds.
A love that is willing to follow always,
so willing to follow until the end of days.


So I wondered how to draw a picture of love?
Is it confined in only the space of a little heart?
Then the little girl showed me her picture,
a heart with filled with smiles and words so sure...