Wednesday, May 14, 2008

  • fingerprints

    I really experienced God's grace at work today. How sweet they are, these little graces-- fingerprints of Abba letting us know that He's around. Being in a state of (what might i call this season... brokenness? pit?) hunger, famish, surely lets the soul feast at whatever's brought to the table. When there's so little of you left, it's nothing less than a privilege that the little offered up may be of use to the Most High.. I feel blessed.

    It's so easy to slip into the reluctance to be available.
                                                        My spirit knows this well.
    Other times... it's an even more painful un-knowing of who we are.
    Too many times, it feels, denying or forgetting the ministry and priesthood we are called to... as His.
    Some times... that's because there's so little space in that scale of life as a human to remember.

     

    But the Holy Spirit never fails to love us yet.


    It was a simple prayer on the way to work.

    "Father, I do not have the heart of a spiritual giant.
    I do not think i even have the heart of a faithful servant.
    But I'm Your child, and I still want to be of service.
    Help me serve You at work today."

     

    J is a stern and serious (so they say) burmese man. He's pretty much my number 3 boss? I guess it's fine to put it that way. I'd asked him before about how his family was after the cyclone disaster hit Myanmar... a few days ago when Father reminded me to take compassion with me as i sojourn. He couldn't get through to his family then coz the lines were down. i remembered them on sunday as the church remembered the burmese in prayer. I asked again today... and the next thing i knew, we were seated on crates at our service clearing area for over an hour and a half and he was sharing about his life, his family, his grievances about his land and the needs of his country.. i must pray for him... and for his land.

    R is a jovial, extremely attentive service staff from the philippines. He'd been struggling to survive out here on his own and he hasn't gotten to touch pinoy food for the past 6 months. When he saw me today, he beamed and said it was so nice to see me again. He asked how long i'd be around in operations.. and when he heard i'd be sticking for 3 more weeks, he seemed so genuinely glad about that. my heart went out to him... i know singapore is way different from the philippines. i'm determined to bring some of my mother's cooking one of these days that he may enjoy a sentimental taste of home. =]

     

    moments like these leave me in that "it must be God" state

    ...that rests my spirit very much.

     

    reminds me of how i got the job in the first place. because of the ugly situations at home, well, i needed money. i was searching all these databases online and i saw data entry (nope)... data entry (nope)... data entry (nope)... modelling (uh-uh)... i found myself signing up for cleaning jobs. after i did so i found that i was desperate. it was a simple, honest prayer---

    God, please help me find something meaningful
    and something that can provide relief for the situation.

    i've never been able to do something just for money...

     

    a thought flew across my mind to drop an email to the events&catering company i've in the recent year been really desiring to work at upon graduation. it's one of the most reputable of it's kind here, fast expanding even to the region. one of my several dreams.. because i love decor, i love creating spaces-- whether in word or thing. =] they weren't hiring, but i had nothing to lose to give it a shot. i wasn't really expecting a response... which is why i was so surprised when 2 hours later i received a call from the boss himself telling me to meet him soon as he'd be flying overseas 2 days after. i wouldn't have caught him if i hadn't just right then. it amazed me not only that he employed me, but with the opportunity to choose which parts of the company i'd like to explore as an aspiring employee! on top of that, he was paying me more than i could ask for.

     

    Father has blessed me to be here.
    And now He's opening doors for me to connect with people.
    I must repay the Lord my due...
    as little the space i have in my heart,
    i must be available enough to give at least what's left.

     

    so another simple prayer i pray tonight...

    "Lord, thank you for helping me today.
    please help me tomorrow.

    ... I still want to be used tomorrow."

     

Saturday, March 29, 2008

  • There are so many things I would have missed
    ...had I not been akin with His grace.

    I would have been blind to the kindnesses of God
    that came in big and small ways.

    The world doesn't allow us to pause and contemplate a change, an interruption, an interaction. Things are moving, all the time, and we get disoriented.. we fumble along, groping our way around, too often finding ourselves stifled, with an unquenched yearning for some stabilization, some inner peace, some indication that everything's alright.

    But grace sheds a different kind of light.

     

    Perhaps, I would have missed...
    That right as I was working out the family finances today and found that we're quite a bit over-spending on electricity, that my neighbour dropped mom a call to say that they need a replacement refrigerator and we sold an under-used second refrigerator for eighty bucks.

    Perhaps, I would have missed...
    The sweet timing of God in taking me to a friend's wedding today... reminding me what marriage means and to encourage my spirit to have my own relationship reflect a beauty that has heart to God and hand to man... it's not easy, when there are weaknesses and odds to stand up against, but i will try... and with much gratitude, i wouldn't want to try with anyone else.

    Complete vs Compete
    Companionship vs Company
    Cleave & Leave

    Perhaps, I would have missed...
    That the day an urgent and frantic prayer of helplessness was sent heavenward by the roadside, the Lord cancelled one appointment, sent one wise man to help me sort a matter that was beyond me, and detoured one other person to a safer place, all within a matter of hours..., that my heart be at rest, and my mind at peace.

    Perhaps, I would have missed...
    That a week after I'd prayed asking God for more friends on campus, He'd brought two ladies from my course by my bench... both of whom i'd wanted to chat with before.

    Perhaps, I would have missed...
    The joy of stepping it up on the grace together with my goodiest friend tomorrow, a day of having fun, catching up and all those same old joys... nevermind that we're pressed for time with exams and assignments.

    \Perhaps, I would have missed...
    That sister's love... in practical help and character mentorship...

    Perhaps, I would have missed...
    That when I lay there on the swing, staring up at the mighty dark clouds, asking God amid my prayers that He let the rain come and fall down on me... thinking it was a sure-fire prayer not needing much faith, coz well, the way things looked up there, there was no way it wouldn't rain, and trust me, i'm a rain expert.... but, nay, alas it didn't rain, not a drop. but i would've missed that voice of God teaching my spirit that He doesn't always answer as we imagine or desire, but He never misses the chance to teach us something about who He is... because... really, praise is sufficient from our purposed existence, and it doesn't arise some way else.

    Perhaps, I would have missed...

    ...

    ...

    ...

     

    I believe that God's mercies are new every morning. and I believe God gives us reason to "rejoice and again i say rejoice!", because we are human and we are weak... and the general weak person can't possibly rejoice if there were nothing to rejoice about in the first.

    Grace sheds a different type of light.

    there are many graces in your life. as we remember jesus much, praise happens when our eyes are unveiled to the things that are... and that gives a firmer footing that makes us strong... makes us grounded in the real life. makes us as we ought to be... makes us see.

     

    [this entry is truncated because lately i've been having many things to say but i don't know how to finish what i intended to say. haha. it's a strange thing... but it will have to do... =] ]

     

    remain in Him..

Monday, November 26, 2007

  • ..as surely as the Lord lives.

     

    it always struck me as i read the Word of God that when someone made an oath, or was trying to emphasize the gravity of the truth of a situation, or was trying to express how passionately certain he was, that was what he said---

     

    ..as surely as the Lord lives..

     

    granted, in the past, i used to think of it simply as a manner of speech... like one of those by-phrases embedded in the language of almost any culture; something made null because of the commonality of usage. let me see if i can think of some--

    i swear..

    cross my heart on this..

    it seems often these phrases go only as far as the self.
    i suppose, indeed, in many societies of today,
    the self is as sure as it gets. 

    sometimes i take what follows these words as with certainty...
    other times, i hardly give it any seriousness.
    it depends, really, on who is saying it.

     

    but

     

    "as surely as the Lord lives."

     

    ..now that has an effect of gripping my attention.

    on two levels...


    the first, being that the Lord is true. the Lord is certain. there is nothing more certain and steadfast than He is. and the second, on top of the first, is that amongst the peoples of the Bible times, there existed an atmosphere of that very thing: that God is, that He lives! what a thing to live in times such as those, when people take you seriously when you speak in the name of the Lord, or that the only thing that can match the speaker's sureness of whatever it is he is saying, ...is the sureness of God. that is the yardstick; that being the thing against which the things in this earth or on our hearts is matched up against. and this is true.

     

    i am sure that the Lord lives.

     

    and as surely as the Lord lives,

    Lord, i am Thine.