20 days writing prompts. Day Seven: Do not worry about tomorrow

The Cure for Anxiety from the Bible

When something so Big is in control, I’m reminded that my worries about little things are quite frankly, unnecessary.


“Therefore I tell you, stop being worried or anxious (perpetually uneasy, distracted) about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, as to what you will wear. Is life not more than food, and the body more than clothing?

Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow [seed] nor reap [the harvest] nor gather [the crops] into barns, and yet your heavenly Father keeps feeding them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by worrying can add one [l]hour to [the length of] his life?

And why are you worried about clothes? See how the lilies and wildflowers of the field grow; they do not labour nor do they spin [wool to make clothing], yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory and splendour dressed himself like one of these.

But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive and green today and tomorrow is [cut and] thrown [as fuel] into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith!

Therefore do not worry or be anxious (perpetually uneasy, distracted), saying, ‘What are we going to eat?’ or ‘What are we going to drink?’ or ‘What are we going to wear?’ For the [pagan] Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; [but do not worry,] for your heavenly Father knows that you need them.

But first and most importantly seek (aim at, strive after) His kingdom and His righteousness [His way of doing and being right—the attitude and character of God], and all these things will be given to you also.

“So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:25-34 AMP


 

10 items in my ideal setting to write

10 items in my ideal setting to write

Like a pianist with a regular ritual in practising his/her skill, here are the ten rituals items in my ideal setting to write.

 

  1. Quiet.
  2. Alone.
  3. With my laptop.
  4. Uncluttered table.
  5. Facing the window.
  6. A hot latte or tea on my left, partnered with a one-litre beer mug turned filtered water mug.
  7. Usually, no music when I’m writing…unless it’s a light piece of article like what I’m writing now.
  8. And music to go with the mood of the moment when I’m editing.
  9. Floppy fringe pinned up.
  10. Excessive fiddling with my thumbs while deep in thoughts.

20 days writing prompts. Day Six: The Space to Write


I need your suggestions:

Hi, readers, I’m on Day Six of this writing prompts exercise. And the peeps at WordPress Blogging University is asking me to ask you—what would you want me to write about?

Please drop me your suggestions in the Contact Me form below, and I’ll select one from the suggestion list to write for my Day 15. Thank you. 

When life gets you down, just keep swimming.

When life gets you down…

Just keep swimming—Dory.

When my blended-but-I-thought-was-doing-well-family spun out of control; my world was shaken to the core.

There was a potent mix of rage, helplessness, and intense pain—each of the three taking turns, sometimes all at once to wreak havoc on my daily life. I was desperate to put things back into order. Back into the world I know.

Through gritted teeth, I strived, planned, strategized what I thought were sound plans to solve the problems. Nothing works. Things got worse. I felt everything which I was holding in my hands; slipped, fell and crashed into pieces…and I can’t save a single piece.

As my inner world plunged further into darkness, I was aware that if it continues to fall, I will go into deep depression. The intense pain in my heart was paralysing me. Don’t even talk about relationship reconciliation, don’t even talk about healing, don’t even, anything. I can no longer think straight. I just want the pain to stop. STOP.

I knew I have to come up for air—survival became my mode.

Just keep swimming became my daily focus just to survive the moment.

I need to avoid dwelling on the pain for now.

If it’s watching episode after episode of Frasier and laugh for that one hour, so be it.

If it’s eating that dark chocolate, so be it.

If it’s going out more to enjoy good meals with my husband, so be it.

Anything to avoid that dark, knife-holding grip dragging the blade across my heart, again and again.

I can empathise maybe one of the reasons why people turn to alcohol and regularly drink themselves into a stupor, even if they knew that it’s not a solution—they just want to escape the pain. And perhaps sadly, instead of reaching out for help, their hands reach out for the bottle instead.


My ‘just keep swimming’ was interlaced between sitcom, dark chocolate, good food escapism and a newfound community of Christian brothers and sisters who I didn’t know one day I would need so badly.

Sure I have the head knowledge that it’s important to have a support network, but it’s only when I experienced the support that I knew these people are one of my lifelines.

Were we great friends before this that ‘warrants’ their kindness? Were they part of a formal support network group? Nope. But these group of people in their own ways demonstrated Christ’s command to ‘love one another’, and they showered me with their time, a listening ear, and prayers.

A lot of times, it felt like I’m swimming against the current. I swam with tears in my eyes, and when I’m tired, I’m grateful that God was there waiting for me while I floated around, feeling defeated.


It’s been six months since the first strike of chaos. Who knows what is around the corner? But hope on the unshakeable God gave me enough strength and kept me swimming.

‘When life gets you down, just keep swimming’ doesn’t mean to suppress or act as if nothing is wrong. And please, it certainly is not a de-motivational ‘chin up’, ‘you can do it’ ignore your pain and get on with life kind of thing.

What it ultimately means—don’t give up. Seek help, reach out, please don’t ever give up on hope.

#justkeepswimming


20 days writing prompt series. Day five: Hook ‘Em With a Quote’ 

Take time to ask questions

Ask ourselves questions

The good questions often surface when we slow down internally and take the time to reflect.

 

What are we chasing after?

 

What should I eat for dinner?

What’s the meaning of life?

What happens after we die?

 

Where will we go after we die?

What the heck is going on here?

Where should I travel next?

 

Where is God?

What should I wear today?

20 days writing prompt series. Day four: A story in a single image.

you are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.

Choice

I’ll always remember this phrase; you are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.

I’m free to choose to overeat either in terms of calories or quantity; I’m not free to choose the consequences of gaining weight.

I’m free to stay up too late; I’m not free to choose the consequences of grogginess the next day.

I’m free to choose to hold on to unforgiveness; I’m not free to choose the consequences of bitterness.

I’m free to be careless with my words; I’m not free to choose the consequences of damaged relationships.

I’m free to let my love for writing to remain as wishful thinking; I’m not free to choose the consequences of living (or dying) with regrets.

 

On the flip side:

I’m free to choose to eat moderately and healthily and enjoy being able to fit nicely into whatever clothes I wear.

I’m free to choose to sleep by a designated time and enjoy clear-thinking and better energy the next day.

I’m free to choose to forgive and enjoy being set free.

I’m free to choose uplifting words and enjoy seeing others being encouraged and not tear down.

I’m free to choose to persist with this daily writing prompts and enjoy whatever that comes with it—satisfaction, interaction with the blogging community, and hopefully being able to encourage someone along the way.

What would you choose to do, or not to do today?


20 days writing prompt series. Day three: One-word inspiration.

15 things I’ve learned from going through the pain of my family upheaval.

Thanks to the WordPress 20 days writing prompts aka Everyday Inspiration, I’m finally writing about what I’ve learned from going through six months (and counting) of loss and pain.

Here are 15 things I’ve learned from going through pain:

  1. Pain is the mother of necessity in growth as a person.
  2. That really, I can’t control outcomes. I have zero arse control over many things…ok, everything.
  3. I’m not god.
  4. That crazy notion of ‘joy amidst suffering’—it’s real and possible.
  5. I hurt people, and I seriously need to say sorry.
  6. The years of repetitive hurts caused by others has hardened my heart.
  7. Depression is real, and it sucks big time.
  8. I have a choice to give my hand to God and let Him lift me up from my dungeon.

    Wrestling with God

    And not be like this. Puny me resisting the Big Guy’s help. Doodle credit: Chan Wai.

  9. My years of anger issue is a blinking symptom of something seriously wrong going inside of me.
  10. What happened even when we were a toddler, stays in the memory, even if we are not aware of it. And it can trigger hot buttons. I learned that from Elijah House.
  11. God’s word is true and not to be messed with.
  12. The liberation of letting go, and then through prayer, letting God work— the feeling is unbelievably comforting.
  13. Not to negate or rationalise away emotions.
  14. Emotion is the language of our heart, telling us what’s happening inside.
  15. God can heal the deepest hurts.

Bonus: Making a list is such fun. Try it!

Share your list with me?


20 days writing prompt series. Day two: Write a list

Why do I write?

Why do I write?

I write because it’s the song to my soul.

When I write, I feel every cell in me comes alive. I write—because that’s one of the greatest ways for me to hear myself.

And then I write because of you. The you who resonates not only with the content of my writing but the heart of it. The you who may pause and ponder in mid-sentence through the blog post. The you who just may need that bit of soul-lifting for the day. The you who may say, “someone gets me.”

Most importantly, I write because of Him. I write because He has given me the gift of writing.

I used to shy away from acknowledging this gift. But I’ve been correctly pointed out that—all good gifts come from God—and we are to be grateful. Not only that, we are to use it for good. So I write to give the glory back to God—for He gives me the joy of doing so.

Soli Deo gloria

 


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