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March 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

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Living in Singapore— one of the smallest and intensively populated countries, (5 million thriving on 277 sq miles of land at the tip of Peninsula Malaysia),  I think it’s only natural for me to feel the need to be a part of something bigger.

But we all want to be a part of something big, something significant, something life changing. There is something that anyone and everyone can be part of, no matter where you are from or where you are going. It’s more than something, it’s the very thing I believe.
It has never left us.
It’s proclaiming to us at the very sight of the earthly nature and the beauty it beholds.
It mends our humanly cracks and softens our edges to relive again.
It’s calling out for us as our spiritman longs to be filled with.

It is God.

That escalated quickly

Lia

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March 24, 2016 § Leave a comment

With You, there was no love to lose.

Welcome back

March 24, 2016 § Leave a comment

Sometimes love hinders
It gives no space
It makes you choke
You can hardly breathe with it
It blinds you

You think that you’re helping because you love, but you’re not.
You think that you’re right because you love, but you’re not.
You think that he still loves you because you love, but thats not.

They say love has no boundaries, but what if love itself is a boundary that you’re facing, blocking your every view of life.

It’s like looking through a telescope and seeing nothing but darkness, because it’s right infront of you.

Maybe that’s not love.
Thats just the night sky.

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Lia

Size of a mustard seed

March 20, 2016 § Leave a comment

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. – Hebrews 11:1

Just as I start to acknowledge my fragile faith easily shaken by the slightest worldly touch, just as doubt and skepticism lurk at the doorstep of my heart, God pulls me back to Him with today’s sermon. The timeliness of such could only be Your work.

It only makes perfect sense as to why I can’t see You, for my eyes are patently condemned by sin and shame. Faith is like baking a molten lava cake. The sinful chocolate and butter I have to melt it down, just like how I have to melt away my solid doubts and disbelief that would not pair well with the faith I’m about to sow. After combining the yolks and flour, the batter is mixed into a homogeneous perfection. In line with this mouth watering context, the ingredients to bring about faith involves God and I, to be stirred as one.

The moment of crisis and the test of faith comes when the ramekins of batter enters the oven. We make a prayer, and say Amen. As our helpless selves can only watch the Celsius climb, We begin to exercise our invisibly prepared faith that is only visible by God Himself. He has received his form of molten lava cake, dusted with speckles of our faith. Pleased, he rewards us with the perfect molten lava cake- when cut in the centre, rich chocolate lava runs the plate with glowing, shimmering glory.

It’s a simple 13-minute recipe, and all we need is a little faith. The rewards of trusting and believing in the Invisible and Invincible will bring about a high that no drug addict can relate to, because they are not injecting God into their lives.

Okay I’m getting hungry and it’s time to sow my mustard seed.

Lia

What do I stand for?

March 17, 2016 § Leave a comment

Where’s my roots, to get grounded
My principles are often doubted
Weak, I believe in.
And so, I shall sink.

Where’s love? In You I suppose.
You should be, my all above.
So that I’ll never fall below.
Shallow waters, with only hue.
Oceans deep, deafened by blue.

I stand in yellow boots,
Eroded in the rain.
I fail to see

You again.

Lia

Talk.

March 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

I feel unsettling, uneasy, unsound. An imaginary hindrance in my mind, at the back of my throat almost choking me, churning in my stomach, putting me in some sort of strange agony.

What’s going on now? Why do I feel this way?

I have so much fears- fear of not being on par with others, fear of not reaching up to the expectations of others, fear of not being enough, fear of not being good enough, fear of being too much, fear of making mistakes, fear of falling, falling deep, into a bottomless pit where no one is down there, except for me, my meaningless self, and I. And I can’t get back up.

I fear. And yet I hope. How much can my hope take on? I’m easily shaken, my faith continually doubted, my hope always lost.

Like a puzzle that undergone a manufacturing error, with missing pieces, and pieces that never fit. The final outcome doesn’t make sense, it’s not a clear picture.

How do I deal with this?

Dear Dom,

March 7, 2016 § Leave a comment

What do you do when you live in a world that has so much injustice. Unfairness. Inhumanity. What deems humanity anyway?

What lead me here was the case of  the late Dominique Sarron Lee, and what seemed like an endless law suit that his loved ones have to battle without him, for him. A letter written by his dear friend with sufficient synopsis of the tragic event can be read here.

I don’t know Dom, he’s a stranger to me. But his story struck me hard and deep. I wish I had the adequate vocabulary capacity to express my current emotions about it. Dom seems like a nice person, and so much love from all around the world is reaching out to him. In bible study, it was once mentioned that our minds are finite, and are not able to comprehend that of God’s. Why did he have to go in such a manner. A little behind but I hope never too late- Rest in peace Dom.

In memory of Dom, from his loved one:

In my heart I thought of you with love today,

but that’s nothing new…

I thought of you yesterday

and days before that too.

I think of you in silence,

I often speak your name

Now all I have are memories

and your picture in a frame.

Your memory is my keepsake,

with which I’ll never part.

God has you in Heaven,

I have you in my heart.

This is one of my favourite song, and this song is for you.

 

Lia

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