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Sunday, August 06, 2006
If only every mountain in our lives could look as idyllic as this. but my mountain of troubles do not. Yesterday (Sat), this large event that i was in charged of should have been the last bump on the mountainous range that i've been trekking for some months. But things went horribly wrong as we approached the summit such that, after the event and now standing on the summit, all i see is another long mountainous range in my path. And i'm sick of screaming, ranting and crying about it. So i'm going to do something very different now.
I'm turning to look back at the mountaintop moments and thank God for them. Sure there were the valleys but i have not thank my God for the many things He has done for me.
- He has given me friends/colleagues who are very understanding to me and are always encouraging me whenever i feel depressed especially as an extremely difficult passage loomed on my path. Whether it is that individual in the office or that single sms, things like these have helped me keep sane.
- He has given me a great husband who has to put up not only with my long absence from home (especially the last three saturdays) but also my horrible moods when i come back home, being emotionally and physically spent. And he even cleans up the house without me asking too!
These two things have helped me to be where I am today. There were many times as i was planning for this event that I got so frustrated that I hated not only myself but God. Yet these two things have rallied behind me; put some perspective in my telescopic world of dirt, grime and cold. Such that when i look back now, I believe that the reality was not just about the treacherous paths that i took and the precipitous cliffs that overlook the abyss. Although i cannot see, i believe. I believe that the real picture of my life the past 2 months has been this picture above.
Another picture-perfect moment in the lifebook of eternity.Labels: inspiration
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I've been depressed for the couple of weeks. Amazing how work drains all your convictions and spirits. I know it shouldn't be this way and i'm still trying to understand the situation better but i'm at my wits end. In my lowest moments, i always feel that i'm not good enough; that i can't keep up; that i don't have the strength to carry on. And every mistake i make, even if it's truly a small one, seems like the end of the world.
But i'm slowly crawling out of the ditch by the grace of God. But the process is painstakingly slow. I can take 10 steps forward and go back 9 steps. Optimistically, I'm at least taking a step forward. And that's an encouragement for me. Reading today's devotion from Charles Spurgeon, I was moved by the verse from matthew 12:20 and isaiah 42:3 "A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out". Indeed, what king David said is true "Your gentleness have made me great". Although I am nowhere close to feeling or being great but even so at my breaking points, I know that He will be there and I will be safe.
That's all i need.Labels: inspiration
Thursday, June 08, 2006
During this time of the year, the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE is in full swing. And i'm not too happy about that. I hate the idea of myself trying to spend beyond my means and i hate the idea of others trying to drill into me the sense that if i don't do so, i'm prehistoric. I resent that. Making a little detour from the GSS, i must say that that's what my beautician keeps goading me with. Pay for the extra packages with installment plans. Indulge in this $600 plus whitening regime. why not why not? everyone is doing it. You must be joking: on a body that is made up of dust and that will be burnt (cremation: that's the way to go) at the end of the day? please.. once my package ends at that spa, i will not pay another cent to renew it anymore. Sure i'll be spending my money at another spa and perhaps i'm really vain about this pile of dust afterall. But it's about spending within my limits and not having to put up with people who constantly don't get that.
One thing i hate about sales is not that i have to que to buy or do anything. That's fine by me but it's the delusion that you're saving money when you're actually not. Sure the topshop underwear is having a 20% sale but seriously, do i need more underwear? "Yes you do." when i actually have more than enough of it. However, the red placard with the 20% in white bold font somehow displaces all rational thought and guess what, i end up spending money that i shouldn't have in the first place. Having fallen victim to that, i do not ever want to be duped again.
So what has peeved me immensely this morning and inspired this rant is this stupid coverage of the GSS in the Straits Times. Imagine devoting a good 40 pages to advertisements and tips on how to get a good bargin. Sounds like a dream? A tactical warfare on shops to get the best bargains and emerge victorious? Well no harm in turning over the first page and just reading to see the spoils..
But as i flipped through the section, i began to feel disgusted. The same marketing ploy of spending more than what you can afford, don't think just do it mentality irked me. The piece de resistance came in the form of this iconic bimbotic singaporean girl called Ms SAL (shop-a-lot) who dispensed shopping advice to the oh-so-common dilemmas of her clones. E.g.
What should I do if I see two items on sale and I really like both? This happens to me all the time! - Sophie's Choice
Sophie, Sophie... this is a no-brainer. Get both! The test is this: Can you imagine life without either of these items ("DUH! YES!" me)? I have a friend who sometimes can imagine life without a particular item, but she still buys it anyway. She is my hero.
God please help us. The next piece of advice was even more bimbotic, stereotypical and absolutely insulting to all sensible human beings. It even dispensed advice that encourages to a large extent, anorexic individuals. E.g.It was love at first sight: A beautiful designer dress with the right cut and the right colour - and 70 per cent off the usual price. Unforunately, it was the last piece and one size too small. My husband said I shouldn't waste money on a dress that will not fit me exactly (excellent advice. now why is it the man who can think and not the woman. *grimace*). Now two days later, I wish I had bought the dress because I can't stop thinking about it. What should I have done(change that to "do" and get a life! Oops i forgot, this is your life.)?
Dear clone,
First things...never go shopping with your husband. He will just get in the way and spoil the entire sale experience with his constant whining and saving money (By the way, the stereotypical counterpart to Ms SAL is Mr (Save-a-lot). I can go on and on how this "Ms" term enforces this psychological barrier even between married women, but i digress..). Now the answer to your question. I always say that if you see a bargain, grab it immediately. Why? Because if you do not, you will regret later. So what if the dress is one size too small? (And for a moment i thought she was going to give some wonderful advice on how and where to alter the dress so it can fit and truly save money BUT...) A size is nothing. Just skip lunch. Besides, you can always give it away as a Christmas gift. At a 70 per cent discount, that dress is as good as free!
It is no wonder that with such a mentality, we as singaporeans are voting for political parties that can efficiently give us our lift upgradings and job bonuses and progress package. Our ideals are shaped by our materialistic desires. How can one possibly build a national identity based on materialism? The government bodies hardly see this as a contradiction. With the buzz word "globalisation" lifted up as a bastion of progress, we are inadvertently losing our souls. When will someone tell "the man" that identity is not something that the cogs in this economic engine can generate? A person's identity is not meant to be a marketable commodity. We can't hold onto the dream of economic prosperity and indulgence without losing grip on our soul and humanistic qualities.
Trapped in this materialistic shell where life is merely that of constant acquisition, constant flux of desire and discontentment, i can't help but turn to the Lord for His grace to escape the confines of this rathole. I am just a pile of dust waiting to be moulded- it's just a matter of who's doing the moulding and i've set my heart on the only master that i'll serve.
1 Kings 18:21 "And Elijah came to all the people, and said, “How long will you falter between two opinions? If the LORD is God, follow Him; but if Baal, follow him."
Joshua 24:15 "And if it seems evil to you to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.” "
1 Kings 18:36-37 "At the time of sacrifice, the prophet Elijah stepped forward and prayed: "O LORD, God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant and have done all these things at your command. Answer me, O LORD, answer me, so these people will know that you, O LORD, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again."Labels: inspiration
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
it was really strange to read all the health ailments in the newspaper and find myself trying to match the symptoms they presented to my current health condition. And so today i found out that i might be slightly autistic at times, suffering slightly from bipolar disorder and experiencing impending heart-attack sensations all my life.
I never really thought how much i valued my health until today, when i was conducting this witch hunt and just took a step back. And these thoughts that are congealing could also be a reflection of another article i read in the newspaper too... how a woman discovered that her deceased father's body had been unearthed or stolen from the funeral parlour three years ago so that unethical people can sell his bones and skin tissue to people in need of transplants. And even as she talked about the ethical implications of these thefts, she mentioned that the resurfacing of her father's body was an uncomfortable thought that lingered in her mind for three months - the thought of her father's dying moments and reliving the grief of losing her father again.
how are these two different events related? I'm not too sure. perhaps i sense my own mortality? perhaps i'm terrified to the core of seeing my life tunneling into unending rounds of hospitalisation. And perhaps i hope that when i do pass away, that i'll be missed but not missed too much. people need to move on with life and they have so much to be and to do that to remember me really does not matter in the grander scheme of things. i will not be there anyway to feel flattered or shamed when they remember me. Whatever the case, my body will one day give up on me and i pray on that day, i will still have Jesus in my mind, in my heart and in my life.Labels: inspiration
Thursday, March 02, 2006
i've got joy.. and it's all bubbling up inside. la di da.
Oh well, i'm feeling really relieved. Last night, i stayed up to finish marking my last stack of student assignments till 2am. And that sense of completion was such a weight off my mind. i have nothing truly inspiring happening at the moment but who cares. the insignificant details in life are all wonderful bite sizes for me right now.
I'm beginning to pray again. Reading arthur katz's books again somehow has stirred something in my soul. I feel like i'm finally stepping over a barrier that has been in my life for quite some time and all this has nothing to do with my striving or grovelling on the ground. The time i spent in frustration has led me to a single conclusion of how i am truly empty without Christ in my life. There is not a thing in this world that can comfort me and pull me through, except the thought that there is a life to live in eternity, a life that is to be lived in a kingdom where He reigns, where love never fails and goodness is actually palatable to the senses... sweetness at every turn. My identification with that fact is slowly but surely changing and turning my life around. And I thank God for the frustrations that lent me this opportunity.
Katz said that the church has to grapple and own this concept of eternity, if it wishes to be the apostolic church called by God that will truly astound the world. And that is something i wish that my writings will also be a vessel of. I think that every true poet has moments of brushes with the eternal realm of God. Not to mean that poets merely articulate what is universally recognised by men but poets, those that i identify with, may have found in moments, the ability to contain the potential and power of the eternal and everlasting in the fraility of language that crumbles away like dust. It is almost as if the grace of God has been given such that earthly frames can contain the reality and power of God.
sorry for rambling. But it never ceases to amaze me how the word/Word can contain all the workings and miracles of God. And i just have to write it down even though it may seem like jibberish and foolish talk, so that i can understand this a whole lot better when next i read it again.Labels: inspiration
Saturday, January 14, 2006
oh man... i can't believe this but i've slept for only 6 hours and i still feel rather refreshed!?! When once i needed 7 to 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep to feel my best, now... i just need 6?? I'm not very persuaded that i've aged (old people tend to sleep less) and that my body rhythms are changing... I'll just have to wait till afternoon to see if i will still be in my perky, radiant self here.
Yesterday was really fun for me. Well, it didn't really start out in that way but it ended very well. I knocked off from work at 6pm to go for church group. The message was encouraging being about Daniel11:32... something along the lines of those who know God will do great exploits. I tried to share what's been in my heart for the couple of weeks but i fumbled. As i was elaborating to my friends some parts of my situation, i was struggling with the thought of whether to reveal everything because i was afraid that they will not understand and judge me. So in my chicken-heartedness, i only settled for the half truth. At the end of my sharing, i felt horrible... not because my friends seemed stunned at what i said but that i could not share all that was in my heart: the longing, the hope, the dreams, the promises, the fear. i just could not and felt gagged. That these are things that are inflicted by me, only makes this whole episode even stranger and pathetic.
So feeling that way, i left church group and went to meet up my friend at Bishan olio dome cafe. I was late as usual due to my inability to pull out of engagements. It's just so awkward to leave a meeting for something that has happened if that something is not an emergency. perhaps the questioning of others as to why you are leaving makes it so and your imagination of what's unsaid sends you on a guilt trip. BUT... i had an excellent time with my girlfriend!! we talked and talked till nearly one. talked about guys, about God, about jobs, about friends... we trashed out everything and i was comforted by her faith and hope in God. Times like these when you can just be absolutely comfortable with someone and talk your heart out makes me very thankful.
I know i'm struggling with my own self-consciousness and inadequacy but based on what happened last night? I think that there's still hope for people like me. And coming back to the verse that was shared in church group (Daniel11:32), i know that there is a place for me in the plans of God. Even if only a few do see it and i don't get my affirmation from my entire world, that makes the whole process only sweeter. i will treasure this.Labels: inspiration
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