Jesus I believe in You
Jesus I belong to You
You're the reason that I live
The reason that I sing with all I am
I remember on one of the days in 2011...
This is the song that help me out from my depressed state...
This is the song that help me realized that I am His, and I'm not over yet...
This is the song that help me continue believing...
This is that song...
He has been faithful,
And He is my reason to sing with all I am :')
Friday, 28 June 2013
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Hello again :)
Monthssssssssss have past since my previous post...
Gonna pen down some of my thoughts as part of my 'climbing up a tree to make sure I'm chopping down the right jungle'... And here it is:
1. It's one year and one month since the incident of my bag being snatched... Many may have forgotten about the incident, but it was only recently that I'm able to say "I think I got over it"... It took me one whole year of "What if someone snatch my bag" and "What if I'm killed as I walk out from the house" and "What if someone has been following me and is waiting to rob me"... I tried my best living on as usual, going to uni as usual, trying to be bolder, fighting all the negative thoughts... But it was one encounter with God that changes it all.
Well, the breakthrough came when I became aware of my God who is in control of all things... Knowing that He will walk with me even if I'm to be robbed again... Or even if I may be killed... Or whatever it may be sets me free. Funny how it took me so long to come to this revelation... But, learning again that many things are out of my control, and I'll still be OK regardless of the circumstances allow me to let go and let God. He's the ONE in control over my life and I can trust Him :).
2. I'm finally moving to my third year of degree!!! Started my third year in Psychology recently, choosing my preference for thesis supervisors felt surreal... At last!
The past two years have opened my eyes to the many fields of Psychology, some I love and many more that are not my cup of tea...
One arm of psychology that I realize that I enjoy (after joining the degree program) is human services... Going out to provide community services to children give a sense of purpose. Never a fan of children in the past, and similarly today can be nerve wracking for me to go to these homes. BUT, seeing the needs and the lacks these children are facing called out to me... I remember clearly a 6y.o. Myanmar refugee who could not do her ABC because of her learning disorder... And more so the joy and satisfaction that I felt when she was finally able to identify correctly 'blue', 'green', 'red' and 'yellow' bears. It was worth the 3-4 hours spent with her. Well, the only drawback of wanting to work for these homes is the pay... Brought the idea of working for these organizations to my mum, and I got the 'Are you crazy?' face from her... So yeah, it's not workable...
Entering my third year reminded me again of 'Why psychology?'. I still love data collection and analysis... I still love my Excel spreadsheets and how things can be organised... And I LOVE SPSS!!! I love inserting data, running statistical tests and reading the results... As weird as it may sound, this is the reason for me to be here. Still trying to look for more career options for this interest of mine... Other than market research, any other industry where I can do this for a living? Let me know if you have the answer k :)
ONE final year, and I'll be done and hopefully that will be the end of me being asked the question "Oo... How come you are still studying?"
Gonna pen down some of my thoughts as part of my 'climbing up a tree to make sure I'm chopping down the right jungle'... And here it is:
1. It's one year and one month since the incident of my bag being snatched... Many may have forgotten about the incident, but it was only recently that I'm able to say "I think I got over it"... It took me one whole year of "What if someone snatch my bag" and "What if I'm killed as I walk out from the house" and "What if someone has been following me and is waiting to rob me"... I tried my best living on as usual, going to uni as usual, trying to be bolder, fighting all the negative thoughts... But it was one encounter with God that changes it all.
Well, the breakthrough came when I became aware of my God who is in control of all things... Knowing that He will walk with me even if I'm to be robbed again... Or even if I may be killed... Or whatever it may be sets me free. Funny how it took me so long to come to this revelation... But, learning again that many things are out of my control, and I'll still be OK regardless of the circumstances allow me to let go and let God. He's the ONE in control over my life and I can trust Him :).
2. I'm finally moving to my third year of degree!!! Started my third year in Psychology recently, choosing my preference for thesis supervisors felt surreal... At last!
The past two years have opened my eyes to the many fields of Psychology, some I love and many more that are not my cup of tea...
One arm of psychology that I realize that I enjoy (after joining the degree program) is human services... Going out to provide community services to children give a sense of purpose. Never a fan of children in the past, and similarly today can be nerve wracking for me to go to these homes. BUT, seeing the needs and the lacks these children are facing called out to me... I remember clearly a 6y.o. Myanmar refugee who could not do her ABC because of her learning disorder... And more so the joy and satisfaction that I felt when she was finally able to identify correctly 'blue', 'green', 'red' and 'yellow' bears. It was worth the 3-4 hours spent with her. Well, the only drawback of wanting to work for these homes is the pay... Brought the idea of working for these organizations to my mum, and I got the 'Are you crazy?' face from her... So yeah, it's not workable...
Entering my third year reminded me again of 'Why psychology?'. I still love data collection and analysis... I still love my Excel spreadsheets and how things can be organised... And I LOVE SPSS!!! I love inserting data, running statistical tests and reading the results... As weird as it may sound, this is the reason for me to be here. Still trying to look for more career options for this interest of mine... Other than market research, any other industry where I can do this for a living? Let me know if you have the answer k :)
ONE final year, and I'll be done and hopefully that will be the end of me being asked the question "Oo... How come you are still studying?"
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Journey
My 8a.m. class journey...
The journey starts at 6.15 when everything is quiet and dark... Thank God for street lights and my tiny little torch light... Walking as quickly as possible, and at the same time being very aware of my surrounding... I pass by this little forest look-a-like...
** Is there anyone around?
** Is there anyone around?
** Are there any motorcycle hiding behind the corner?
** Could there be a snake coming out of the bush?
Holding on tightly to my pepper spray on one hand and a torch light on another.... And having a blade at the side pocket of my bag that I could easily reach... Every sound makes my heart beats faster... Insects making music... Sounds from cars and motorcycles passing by... That five minutes walk to the bus stop feels like how Jae-Seok (from Running Man) would have felt after a close escape during their hide-and-seek challenge... "Feels like my life is shorten by 10 years"... [exaggerated]
Haha...
Was thinking of that experience... and these verses came...
Psalm 119:105 - You word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path...
John 14:6 - Jesus say "I am the way, the truth and the life"The journey doesn't really matter if you know for sure the destination... Many months ago, I wander what would I do if I am faced with BIG challenges... Will I still hold on to my faith? I doubted... Maybe I should just lay low and avoid being the target of the devil... Maybe... But on the other hand, God hates lukewarm Christian... How le?
Thankfully, God being a faithful God reminded me of the destination... The assurance of the destination in Christ changes the scenario... A woman in labor can endure the pain of giving birth, knowing the destination - a child brought forth to the world. Similarly, the journey doesn't matter as much if the destination is fixed. And what better destination is there, other than the destination in Christ? :)
Sunday, 20 May 2012
Staying UP
It is always good to have breakthroughs in life... That 'all-things-are-possible' feeling is amazing! But one week has gone by... And another week past by... That feeling is slowly slipping away... The 'WOW' effect is no longer as strong as day one...
Now, there are 2 options:
Option 1: Get back to life as how it used to be as if nothing happened...
Or...
Option 2: Fight on, continuously hold on to His promise and never let go.
Option 1 is an easier option... No need to fight... I can bare with that... After all, I used to be there before...
But, option 2 is one which will see change... Uncomfortable, feeling out of place, tedious, but the result is often better.
I decided I'm gonna stick with option 2... HE has done so much for me, and I'm not gonna let it go down the drain just because I wanted an easier path.
Little Destiny Zoe Oh and her family taught me this important lesson today: To fight on till the very end regardless of circumstances! This warrior princess strive hard just to breathe... I can definitely do more with the life that I have.
Now, there are 2 options:
Option 1: Get back to life as how it used to be as if nothing happened...
Or...
Option 2: Fight on, continuously hold on to His promise and never let go.
Option 1 is an easier option... No need to fight... I can bare with that... After all, I used to be there before...
But, option 2 is one which will see change... Uncomfortable, feeling out of place, tedious, but the result is often better.
I decided I'm gonna stick with option 2... HE has done so much for me, and I'm not gonna let it go down the drain just because I wanted an easier path.
Little Destiny Zoe Oh and her family taught me this important lesson today: To fight on till the very end regardless of circumstances! This warrior princess strive hard just to breathe... I can definitely do more with the life that I have.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Newness...
Initially, it felt like I have lost a lot...
But in just one week plus, I have received much more than what I've lost.
The physical things...
The documents...
The friendship...
The love...
The care...
... is so much more that what is taken away from me. And above all that, I have deeper relationship with the God of POWER, the God of LOVE, and the God of SOUND MIND.
The negative, God has turn it into the positive for me... A new learning curve, a new way of seeing things, a new trust in Him, a new level of faith, and a new hope in Him :)
But in just one week plus, I have received much more than what I've lost.
The physical things...
The documents...
The friendship...
The love...
The care...
... is so much more that what is taken away from me. And above all that, I have deeper relationship with the God of POWER, the God of LOVE, and the God of SOUND MIND.
The negative, God has turn it into the positive for me... A new learning curve, a new way of seeing things, a new trust in Him, a new level of faith, and a new hope in Him :)
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Reviving the blog...
At least till my semester reopen...
Personally, one of the best way to express my thoughts is through writing. I'm not some super writer who have impressive vocabulary, or the best sentence structure, or even the most organized flow of thoughts... But, writing helps me see things in the right perspective.
Write... Write... Write...
Well, if you have not known, I pick up the basic to Photoshop during the past semester. It was rewarding to see my artwork printed, and even more rewarding to know that I have pick up a new skill during the semester... So, the question now is 'What's next?'
More creative design stuff? Hmmm... Or should I take up some art and craft? Card making? Origami? Or something cooler like latte art? Afterall, I love coffee... And it will be nice to not just enjoy coffee but make beautiful looking coffee... Or maybe I should just pick up martial art simply to give me that sense of security? Hmmm...
I really have no idea... But let's see...
Till then, chao :)
Personally, one of the best way to express my thoughts is through writing. I'm not some super writer who have impressive vocabulary, or the best sentence structure, or even the most organized flow of thoughts... But, writing helps me see things in the right perspective.
Write... Write... Write...
Well, if you have not known, I pick up the basic to Photoshop during the past semester. It was rewarding to see my artwork printed, and even more rewarding to know that I have pick up a new skill during the semester... So, the question now is 'What's next?'
More creative design stuff? Hmmm... Or should I take up some art and craft? Card making? Origami? Or something cooler like latte art? Afterall, I love coffee... And it will be nice to not just enjoy coffee but make beautiful looking coffee... Or maybe I should just pick up martial art simply to give me that sense of security? Hmmm...
I really have no idea... But let's see...
Till then, chao :)
Monday, 23 April 2012
In one day...
It was supposed to be my last day of exam...
It was supposed to be a day of celebration after a long 2 weeks of ups and downs...
It was supposed to be FREEDOM!
BUT...
Things doesn't always go my way...
With one hour of nap, I prepared and left home for my last paper for the semester...
And my bag was snatched meters away from home by guys on 4 motorcycles...
My spectacles was missing the struggle... I am as good as blind.
My mobile phone + keys + wallet were all taken together with the bag... I have nothing left.
Stranded. Alone. In shock.
And till now, everytime I close my eyes, I can see the whole incident playback in front of me.
I have no idea whether will I even be able to walk on that alley again. Or how am I going to uni when the semester starts.
BUT...
Through this, I know I've made some of the most amazing friends here in CHCKL... Facebook messages, emails, tweets flooded my comp, offering help even before I mention what happened. And I can't express how #grateful I am to have them. They came to rescue me, they drove me to the police station, to the hospital, pay for everything, lend me money... That is just to name a few... Thank you, my friends... What would I do without you all...
Through this, I learn the meaning of the sacrifice of praise. How tough it was to still offer up praise in the midst of all the pain and lost... In the Bible was a man named Job, who everything he had was taken away from him in just 1 day, and the first thing he did was to stop everything and worship God (Job 1:20-21). Well, I wish I could say I did just that, but it wasn't. I struggled. Fear is just everywhere... But slowly, fear turn into worship. It was probably the toughest worship ever! It was all worth it to know that I didn't bow down to the devil and be upset with God. #grateful
Through this, I appreciate my family more... My dad took off from work, drove all the way from JB-KL with my mum to see h ow I am and help solve some of the problems. They drove me to uni to summit the police report, replace my specs, replace my SIM card, and make arrangement to try to replace everything which was taken away from me... As if that is not enough, they drove me back from KL-JB on the same day, make my bed, prepare everything so I am comfortable eventhough they are really tired. And how could I not mention my brother who called, and called and called to make sure I'm OK... Thank you. #grateful
Through this, I can't thank God enough for his protection. If my earthly father would do all that for me, how much more my heavenly Father (Matthew 7:9-11). What could have happened if it is not for His hands which guards over me... Thank You, Abba Father...
It was supposed to be a day of celebration after a long 2 weeks of ups and downs...
It was supposed to be FREEDOM!
BUT...
Things doesn't always go my way...
With one hour of nap, I prepared and left home for my last paper for the semester...
And my bag was snatched meters away from home by guys on 4 motorcycles...
My spectacles was missing the struggle... I am as good as blind.
My mobile phone + keys + wallet were all taken together with the bag... I have nothing left.
Stranded. Alone. In shock.
And till now, everytime I close my eyes, I can see the whole incident playback in front of me.
I have no idea whether will I even be able to walk on that alley again. Or how am I going to uni when the semester starts.
BUT...
Through this, I know I've made some of the most amazing friends here in CHCKL... Facebook messages, emails, tweets flooded my comp, offering help even before I mention what happened. And I can't express how #grateful I am to have them. They came to rescue me, they drove me to the police station, to the hospital, pay for everything, lend me money... That is just to name a few... Thank you, my friends... What would I do without you all...
Through this, I learn the meaning of the sacrifice of praise. How tough it was to still offer up praise in the midst of all the pain and lost... In the Bible was a man named Job, who everything he had was taken away from him in just 1 day, and the first thing he did was to stop everything and worship God (Job 1:20-21). Well, I wish I could say I did just that, but it wasn't. I struggled. Fear is just everywhere... But slowly, fear turn into worship. It was probably the toughest worship ever! It was all worth it to know that I didn't bow down to the devil and be upset with God. #grateful
Through this, I appreciate my family more... My dad took off from work, drove all the way from JB-KL with my mum to see h ow I am and help solve some of the problems. They drove me to uni to summit the police report, replace my specs, replace my SIM card, and make arrangement to try to replace everything which was taken away from me... As if that is not enough, they drove me back from KL-JB on the same day, make my bed, prepare everything so I am comfortable eventhough they are really tired. And how could I not mention my brother who called, and called and called to make sure I'm OK... Thank you. #grateful
Through this, I can't thank God enough for his protection. If my earthly father would do all that for me, how much more my heavenly Father (Matthew 7:9-11). What could have happened if it is not for His hands which guards over me... Thank You, Abba Father...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)