The boy started going to church some time in November last year, and I am so glad that in this period of time, his fondness for the Lord has grown and he has started to trust the Lord for many things. Like when I bought this book for him initially, he wasn’t interested in reading it at all. However, I noticed a gradual change and these days, he would always pester me to read one of the stories before going to bed. And not only that, I noticed that his eyes literally brighten every time there are mentions of Jesus in the stories.
I used to worry a bit about the boy, thinking how he is going to cope in future but now, I no longer worry because I know the Lord is always with him, guiding and teaching him. In fact, I don’t even try too hard to discipline him these days because he has been guided without our help to do and say certain things on his own accord. So I know, any help from above is always better than trying on my own. Sure, it’s not always a bed of roses and there are still challenges but I know that these trials won’t last forever and all things will work out for good eventually because our Jesus has already conquered the world for us. I only have to believe and trust.
So I’m glad he is also learning to put his trust in Jesus. And his future is good because the Lord said: “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11 (NKJV)
I was frowning when I received the message for the interview. I pondered for a moment, and agonized for a longer period before declining. In between, I was actually looking for a sign that this is no good for me but no unease came. How can this be good for me, I asked myself?
But funnily, I woke up next morning with a GREAT desire to go through with this piece of publicity. It was uncanny. I messaged the journalist and we set up all the details and it was a go-ahead. And everything has been cast in stone as the interview was done, the pictures were taken and the papers are currently being printed.
I was approached in 2009 by the same paper for a feature but I declined, out of fear. But this time, the Lord wanted me to take this on as a testimony that His perfect love has cast out all my fears. I no longer have any worries about being recognized by my colleagues or students or people who did not wish me well. Or concerns about how the industry people would sneer about my age. What does it matter, for what’s most important is how the Lord sees me. And no matter what happens, His right hand will always uphold me.
But I did ask the journalist if she can just write my age as the 40s, instead of mid 40s. She couldn’t obliged due to strict orders from her editor. So I told her – okay, let’s put it down as 44 for my birthday for the year is still not over!
I have four nephews and I spent quite a bit of time with them when they were kiddos. But amongst them, only one is close to me and my husband. He’s now 25.
He has a really cheerful disposition and I remember his hearty laughters as a baby. But he was also very mischievous and loved to tease the other nephew of the same age even as a baby. I remember him poking the other boy to tears when both of them were placed on the bed for a picture and in subsequent growing up years, calling the other boy “a sissy” for crying so easily. His father often recounted how embarrassing it was for having been the only parent to be called up frequently by his principal in primary school. Well, this nephew wasn’t exactly an angel so to speak and often traumatized the teachers and the students in his class.
But he grew up all right. No, in fact, more than all right. Amongst the nephews, he’s probably the most sensible with a people loving attitude. So although we sort of drifted apart for a couple of years and only met up during the usual festive seasons, we still “click” very well. And Facebook really closed the gap to keep us in the know about each other’s ongoings. It was also on Facebook that I learnt that he has embraced God about three years back. So when I started going to church, I decided to invite him over to join us and he did. Since then, we’ve been meeting every Sunday for fellowship to get fed on God’s love and to laugh at our pastor’s jokes.
And as we gather together to have frequent lunches or dinners, I can’t help but feel so amazed at how God has pulled us close together again. And of course the truth is, He already foreknew that my nephew and I will all be in the family of Christ.
Thank you Father for reuniting us and this time, as your most blessed children!
It’s been over a year since I’ve blogged in this space. Many things have happened but I didn’t feel like updating for they all seem so self-serving after awhile. But here is something worthy to shout out: WE’RE NOW IN THE FAMILY OF CHRIST! Yes, all three of us! And it’s THE best thing that has happened in our lives!
I think you can read from my older posts that I’ve been a non-believer all my life; I wasn’t even a free thinker for I’ve worshipped another. My old self typified the average descendant of Adam; I was rebellious to the core, and trying so hard to will everything on my own, believing in my own filthy self-righteousness to the extent of being proud of it. I even tried convincing myself that I was spiritually grounded, especially after visiting Tibet. Yet, deep down in me, something gnawed at me, and I knew that I was missing a very important connection in my life.
But thankfully, God is not only almighty, He is merciful and He will reach out to us even when we resist and deny Him. So miraculously, I was led to church, still in my state of defiance, but as soon as I heard that God loves us and He sent His son to save us, I embraced Him immediately and called Him Father. And instantly, there and then, I knew I was right where I belong and my life hasn’t been the same since that moment. It is now filled with joy and hope because I know Jesus is with me always. He works in ways we cannot see but believe this: Jesus is alive! He is absolutely the way, the truth, and the life.
I’m not sure if I will continue to blog here regularly but you can be sure that whatever I blog will be Christ-centred for my heart burns for Jesus and so it’ll be reflected in my writing. You might have noticed that I’ve already changed my header to reflect the blessings from God. (^_^) He is the wonderful Father and let me put this down in written words – GOD IS SO GOOD!
You know what’s the surprise with your kid going into Primary One? Suddenly, you’re swarmed with lots of forms to sign every week! If it’s not about a new policy, it’s about an upcoming activity and parents’ signature are required to acknowledge receiving such updates. I even have to sign for his weekly Chinese spelling! Maybe my memory has failed me but I certainly can’t recall these formalities during my time.
But these I remember! Selling donation tickets for the school! I remember asking my brothers to buy from me, and then getting my dad to pay for the rest. I mean, who could I have approached? As for my son, he’s even more clueless. All he did was to pass me the booklet and promptly expected me to put in the $10 note for him to return to his teacher.
So of course I had to buy up all the tickets! Luckily it’s only 10! My only gripe was that I had to complete my details on the booklet 10 times!
But never mind, perhaps I’ll have some luck with the prize money. Ten bucks for the hope of winning $30K is a fair betting amount anyway!