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We’ve recently celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary. As I look back on our journey, I remembered this situation where I used to scold my husband for talking about Jesus on our dates. But now, I can’t stop talking about Jesus with him.
This post is kinda a back-to-front way of saying, “I’ve resigned from my role in the church”. Maybe someday, I’ll write a longer blog post about it.
Whether we realise it or not, we are looking for things bigger than ourselves. And that can only be found in God.
My husband’s lump on his neck has gotten noticeably bigger within two days—swollen, red, and accompanied by fever. Symptoms of his low-grade, slow-growing lymphoma turning into an aggressive lymphoma? Or it could be just an infection that is easily taken care of? We don’t know.
The almost all-consuming, give-it-your-all passion; both in front of the camera and behind-the-scenes.
This is a story about having a burning vision and dream—believing in it, and going after it.
I wrote this piece a few weeks ago in the thick of making a decision on my what’s next. There is a tug between the heart and mind. There is no visible path. There is no concrete plan to chase after a dream. All I’m certain of is uncertainties.
Where life is momentarily perfect, and there are no dirty dishes lying in the sink waiting to be washed.
“Will you surrender your life to Me?”
This almost-a-whisper question vanished as quickly as it came into my heart. Being extended this invitation—as weighted as it is—doesn’t shock me. Because that was and is my prayer—more of Christ, less of me. And this prayer has been increasing in intensity and meaning as I find myself losing grip on many life’s circumstances over these two years.
This happened a few months ago.