Blossom

A beautiful reminder: Blossoming even in the midst of winter. *Satisfied Grin*

He Wept

I can’t remember from where I read this but it may have been from this book, Reaching for the Invisible God by Philip Yancy. Like a magnifying glass, it emphasized this short verse in the Bible: Jesus wept from John 11:35. For a moment, I stopped for awhile; chewing on the meaning of the words and the impact of those words slowly began to dawn on me.

A few weeks earlier, I revisited a memory that I have yet to process emotionally. During the process, I was surprised that I felt so strongly about the incident – the blame, the grief, the anger, the questions - all captured in my writing. For 2 days I cried as if the incident just happened.   

Fast forward to today.

As I read the verse, it dawned on me that Jesus was there too during the incident. 

He was not only there, He wept.

And I realized He understood and most importantly He cared.

Without Lyrics

I’m listening to the soundtrack of Beethoven Virus. The Korean ballads and instrumental music just relaxes my whole being and bring about a warm feeling of happiness.

You must be wondering why I like Korean ballads even though I don’t understand a word they are singing… and that is certainly strange for a word lover like me who scrutinize the lyrics more than the music.

I think after a day of being overwhelmed by words and examining the meaning behind them, I find it a comfort to disengage from all of that and just enjoy the music for what it is; to follow the ups and downs of the rhythm and allow the world without words to come and still the soul.

Thorny

I’ve been wondering why roses have thorns and did a google search on it. Most explained that it serves to protect the roses from being eaten by other animals. It reminded me of the lesson on boundaries which kept coming up either in my dream, in my mentoring session with Aunty Kelly, my chats with Gabe or while I am sitting quietly pondering about my life.

If roses have no thorns, I guess it’s beauty would have been easily trampled upon. It may seem cruel to have thorns. It almost project a seemingly hostile front yet we forget that the world in itself is hostile. The thorns allow the roses to blossom and with the blossoming it radiates beauty and fragrance for those near it.

Maybe our hearts are like roses (a woman’s heart especially). We need to protect it, to guard it against being trampled by others so that we would be able to blossom and mature. With maturity then comes the ability to better love and give.

Protected: Since then…

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Unbroken Gaze

Love the lyrics of this song.

Love even more the One whom this song is written to.

Captivated by Vicky Beeching

Your laughter it echoes like a joyous thunder
Your whisper it warms me like a summer breeze
Your anger is fiercer than the sun in its splendour
You’re close and yet full of mystery
Ever since the day that I saw Your face
Try as I may, I cannot look away, I cannot look away…

Captivated by You
I am captivated by You
May my life be one unbroken gaze
Fixed upon the beauty of Your face

Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my gaze
I become more like You and my heart is changed
Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my view
Transform me into the likeness of You

This is what I ask, for all my days
That I may, never look away, never look away…
No other could ever be as beautiful
No other could ever steal my heart away
I just can’t look away…

I wonder how You sound like when You laugh. The time I came close to hearing that was in the LRT. You surprised me when you suddenly spoke. The delight and joy ringing loudly in the tone of Your Voice. I can’t help but be infected by Your joy. *Smile* 

The other day whilst in my semi consciousness, I felt Your hands on my chest, gently comforting me. *Smile* That was wow; astonished that You would care enough to reach out from the invisible to the visible realm.

I forgot. Just like Peter, I took my eyes off You. The moment I did, the waves and the wind broke my strength and I find myself sinking once more. You reached out, took my hand and brought me back into the safety of the boat. Trembling, I expected reproach. Instead You embraced me and whispered Your peace into my heart. I’m sorry I forgot.

Hearing that You love me still bring tears to my eyes.

I miss You.

Keep On

Keep on keeping on because you know that the battle you fight is not a losing one.

Lesson Behind Beneath the Surface

The lesson behind the post Beneath the Surface is…. *drumroll* ….

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