This girl is seriously in love.


Dear Heavenly Father,

I love how You love me enough to let me fall.

To allow me to slide down the ravines of life, again & again, trying to climb up on my own…injuring myself badly, only to finally be desperate enough to look up.

There You are. Your hands stretched out to me. Ever ready to pull me out. Your arm opens, every ready to hold me in them and embrace me. “You are safe, you are safe, hush child, shh… you are safe.”

Your assurance. You are always here.

I love how You broke me into pieces, this child of Yours whom You’;ve created.

And with pain in Your heart, You watched me as I destroy my own life and crumbles.

Didn’t know who You are. Ridiculing You. Arrogantly declaring I have no need for You in my life. I denied You. I denied Your existance.

Yet. Patiently, You’ve waited for me to come home.

And boy. Did I run home. Did I run as hard as I could to Your arms. Crying, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Father for all that I’ve done. I’m sorry. I ask for Your forgiveness even when You had forgiven every-single-thing-I’d-done-that-breaks-Your-heart.

Thank You Father. Thank you for breaking me. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for there is the Kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

You are blessed when you get your inside world- your mind and heart – put right. Then, you can see God in the outside world.

Indeed.

Lord, I’m amazed by You, how You love me.

This girl is seriously in love.

Dear Heavenly Father,

I love how You love me enough to let me fall.

To allow me to slide down the ravines of life, again & again, trying to climb up on my own…injuring myself badly, only to finally be desperate enough to look up.

There You are. Your hands stretched out to me. Ever ready to pull me out. Your arm opens, ever ready to hold me in them and embrace me. “You are safe, you are safe, hush child, shh… you are safe.”

Your assurance. You are always here.

I love how You broke me into pieces, this child of Yours whom You’;ve created.

And with pain in Your heart, You watched me as I destroy my own life and crumbles.

Didn’t know who You are. Ridiculing You. Arrogantly declaring I have no need for You in my life. I denied You. I denied Your existance.

Yet. Patiently, You’ve waited for me to come home.

And boy. Did I run home. Did I run as hard as I could to Your arms. Crying, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Father for all that I’ve done. I’m sorry. I ask for Your forgiveness even when You had forgiven every-single-thing-I’d-done-that-breaks-Your-heart.

Thank You Father. Thank you for breaking me. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for there is the Kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

You are blessed when you get your inside world- your mind and heart – put right. Then, you can see God in the outside world.

Indeed.

Lord, I’m amazed by You, how You love me.

13 months (and counting) of serving full-time in church

So it’s been 13 months since I took the painful yet exciting step of leaving my business, the comfort of doing things my way, making my own decision, the limitless financial potential of a business and stepping into church to serve full-time as their Communications Manager.
This is not going to be long post. In a lazy, fleeting here & there mood. But I can sum up my thoughts to this:

After the initial shock to my system (took me about 8 months or more), I am beginning to be aware of the tremendous privilege of being able to serve in my church.

I’m grateful that I get to put in practice what I learned from the Words.

I’m grateful that I can make mistakes, and there’s more grace from people in forgiving my mistakes in comparison to most corporate companies.

I’m completely in awe every time I see His hands in my work.

I’m absolutely humbled when I see people serving Him sacrificially.

I’m filled with joy of being able to work with the best people I’ve ever met. They ‘taught’ me to be a better me to others too.

I’m blessed to be able to ‘do church’ every single day.

The road ahead with my role in this church is long(er than I expected!). But I.WILL.learn.to.rest.in.Him. and ask.for.His.wisdom. and always, always get.down.on.my.knees.to.pray.

Death is not the end.

It’s Good Friday today. The day where the ultimate sacrifice for man were done, the ultimate love story happened.

More than 2000 years ago today, the son of God, Jesus was hanging on the cross after being flogged, spat at, a crown made of thorns forced down His head, nails pierced through both hands and hung on the cross with two thieves beside Him; ridiculed and mocked… “Since you said you are God, save yourself! How can you save us when you can’t save yourself!”

2pm is when He breathed His last breathe on the cross and said, “It is done.”

6 hours of slow death.

Easter Sunday is the day He is resurrected. That completes the cycle of life. So that death is beaten. So that death is not The.End. But, the beginning of eternal life.

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