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Thursday, May 22, 2014


The pull of the world, is strong, yes. 

 But my God is stronger. He places Himself as a “filter” within me - the truth - which is a bright lamp exposing the false pretenses of the world. 

 “Give yourself to pleasure, just live”, the world says and I must admit that I am enticed. It resonates with my curious nature in wanting to see everything, wanting to experience everything. The enemy tries to deceive me into believing, much like he deceived Eve: God doesn't want you to LIVE life - all His rules, His boundaries, His limits are meant to keep you from “living life to the fullest”. 

But the truth is, what the world paints as a pretty picture: is just that — paint that cracks under extreme weather, that loses its sheen over time — and underneath the mask of bright colours is nothing but cold, dead, concrete. 

There is no life outside Christ. There is only false beauty, false hope, instant gratification, temporary relief, nothing permanent or abiding. The only thing constant in a life outside Christ is the surety of despair. 

His commands are almost always difficult ones. His standards always seem so impossible and unattainable, because they are so far above, so far removed from the tremendously low bar sinful humanity has set for ourselves. 

The narrow path is a frightening one to take. But this “lamp” that guides my path, this “filter” that whispers in my ear “not this, my beloved” — it is within me because of His grace.
His tremendous, incomprehensible, limitless love for me which keeps me from falling. Which hoists me to live by His “standards” which I would otherwise never be able to reach on my own. The work of grace, His work on the Cross. Once I was blind, but now I see.

Friday, February 7, 2014

If to distant lands I scatter, if I sail to farthest seas
Would you find and firm and gather 'til I only dwell in Thee?

If I flee from greenest pastures, would you leave to look for me?
Forfeit glory to come after, 'Til I only dwell in Thee?

If my heart has one ambition, if my soul one goal to seek
This my solitary vision 'til I only dwell in Thee

Sunday, January 12, 2014

All things new

It has been awhile. Over a year actually, and I am now blogging from Bangkok, Thailand.

I came here more than six months ago to work - I took on an editor's role, putting reporting on pause - and also because I desperately needed to get away, and the Lord knew.

So here I am, in my 7th month in Bangkok, trying to figure out how time flew by so quickly, and trying to figure out where to go next. I have been meaning to chronicle my time and experiences here, but I have been putting it off. In fact, in the past year (from my last post before this), I have been putting a lot off. I put my entire life on hold while I allowed myself to be distracted. Gave myself permission to take my eyes off painful reality, told myself that I deserved it, allowed myself to enjoy the euphoria of dancing dangerously close to the edge of a deadly cliff- and nearly fell to my destruction, if it hadn't been for One heroic act of catching me in time, scooping me up helpless and disorientated, and bringing me here to safety and recovery.

Anyway, all that is past, and here is where the future begins.

[I will endeavour to revive and revamp this blog, where I hope to (faithfully and continuously) record a story of endless unconditional Love, redemption and faithfulness.]

Thursday, December 6, 2012


Now playing: Falling Slowly, from "Once".
Which is strange, because I'm sitting here, looking at bits and pieces of the past which I stumbled upon by accident, to kill time with while I wait for the graveyard shift to end, and it's been making me nostalgic, when this song comes on and catches me off guard.
I didn't mean to rummage through these memories which I had tucked away safely in the unsealed cardboard box in the attic.
These are the pictures I chose for the most part of the year, to deliberately push out of my vision, because it's easier that way.
Why haven't I thrown them out completely? The pictures of us laughing till we couldn't breathe, the pictures of us talking about the things we knew and the things we didn't, like we had been spun from the same ball of yarn (we probably were),  the pictures of us crying at the airport because we knew it was the end. .
Maybe I'll change my mind about this one day - I don't think I'll ever be able to throw them out or burn them in a flame. They are treasures. A part of us. A part of me.

We were, for the longest time, a rhyme, a song. There were words that, when placed together neatly and carefully, could paint the portrait of us.
But we never got our portrait done. We just borrowed words from others. We couldn't have afforded our own anyway.

"Falling Slowly" was at that moment where we had told ourselves, "we still got time". We sure thought we did, and what we did was, we took that time and used it like it was it owed to us.
But the truth is, it was borrowed time.
I suppose somewhere inside we knew. That even if we were from that same ball of yarn, we were meant to be woven into different tapestries.
It's still hard to place a finger on it, to give a speech explaining it that, as they say, "hits the nail on the head", even now when it's been a year and the cloud has pretty much passed. The grieving done, and all the mourners have long wiped their tears off their faces.
I've since given up on trying to understand. "Just accept it and move on with your face ahead" has worked well and I've stuck to that. Faith, is what some of them call it. Although during my most cynical of days I think that I was simply not given a choice.

Regardless, it has worked out. I see now that we knew what was true all along (and if I were to press myself to remember, I can recall him saying on several occasions how similar yet different we are).
We are being woven into separate fabrics, and no matter how you spin it, you can't deny that they are indeed, almost impossibly immaculately beautiful.

But sometimes I still catch myself wondering, such as today, if I would ever see again in another, the depth that I once knew.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Nothing else do I need.

A excerpt from a diary entry, written sometime last year. Thought I’d share this:

I feel as though something is holding, literally, has its Hand over my heart. It is all that is holding me in, keeping me from spilling out all over the place, wrapped around me like Cling-Wrap. It is all that is keeping me together, from falling into pieces.

Surely, this must be God.

To be sure, I am afraid – afraid that whatever is holding me might eventually break lose and I would spill all over, and it would be almost impossible to piece be back together again.

But on the other hand, I know that if God is behind all this, He will see me through all the way. Lord, hold me close to You, till all I see of tomorrow and even just right now, is only You.

“The LORD is my Strength and my Shield, my heart trusts in Him and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks for Him in song” (Ps 28:7)

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Friday, June 24, 2011

who will save your soul?


“For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?” (Mark 8:36-NKJV)



Friday, June 17, 2011