Pulling away from your driveway, a strange feeling came over me
Past memories, happy moments
Came ahaunting
And as I drove on I remembered
The various milestones we've gone through
We've come a long way, kiddo... it's true...
In a blink of an eye, we'll bid "adieu"
And our lives will be changed forever
Still I will remember, where we had started
And I pray that God will guide you through and through...
For in my heart of hearts I know
God above has our days in His hand
Every person we've met along this journey
Is all in His perfect plan
And in His love you will remain
As you find joy in His grace
Every day of your life, may you find peace in His sight,
Fare thee well my friend, God bless,
Fare thee well...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
Signs that I'm still impacted by Hillsong Conference 2007
My speech is peppered with words like, "amazing," "fantastic" and "phennnomenal!" (words typed as they're spoken).
I still sing the songs we learnt there. Poring over every carefully-crafted word.
I can't believe I saw Steven Curtis Chapman sing live.
I find myself missing the chilly weather.
I think of the awesome "window of opportunity", about "being the armour-bearer", about being "comfortably uncomfortable" and about the wonderful message of grace.
... It has brought me to a whole 'nother level. *wink*
I still sing the songs we learnt there. Poring over every carefully-crafted word.
I can't believe I saw Steven Curtis Chapman sing live.
I find myself missing the chilly weather.
I think of the awesome "window of opportunity", about "being the armour-bearer", about being "comfortably uncomfortable" and about the wonderful message of grace.
... It has brought me to a whole 'nother level. *wink*
Thursday, August 02, 2007
PMS
I hate it when I get crabby for no apparent reason, and I take things too personally. I hate it when it causes my words to come faster outta my mouth than through my brain. I hate it that everything that can irritate me WILL irritate me.
PMS = Pre-Menstrual Syndrome, is the season when hormonal changes in a woman's body affect her moods. In some seasons it gets me flying into rages of raging fury; at other times it brings me great bouts of depression I cannot get out of. In both types, I am seemingly uncontrollable. Logic doesn't register. There's no telling what I can do and say. Heck, sometimes my brain asks, "Why are you doing this?" when the words are darting rapidly out of my mouth. Talk about confusion of self-image.
As a result, I am a hazard to others, and a hazard to myself. I am the peace-disrupter, killjoy to the highest degree.
Asking around, no one can give me remedy for it; nothing I can eat or drink to curb the effects of PMS. The only thing I can do is to be more aware of it. And try to take things as calmly as I possibly can, mustering the best piece of logic I can squeeze out.
People, I'm sorry if I have said or done things that have inadvertently hurt you during these seasons. I'm trying, I really am, to be a better person. Please bear with me.
PMS = Pre-Menstrual Syndrome, is the season when hormonal changes in a woman's body affect her moods. In some seasons it gets me flying into rages of raging fury; at other times it brings me great bouts of depression I cannot get out of. In both types, I am seemingly uncontrollable. Logic doesn't register. There's no telling what I can do and say. Heck, sometimes my brain asks, "Why are you doing this?" when the words are darting rapidly out of my mouth. Talk about confusion of self-image.
As a result, I am a hazard to others, and a hazard to myself. I am the peace-disrupter, killjoy to the highest degree.
Asking around, no one can give me remedy for it; nothing I can eat or drink to curb the effects of PMS. The only thing I can do is to be more aware of it. And try to take things as calmly as I possibly can, mustering the best piece of logic I can squeeze out.
People, I'm sorry if I have said or done things that have inadvertently hurt you during these seasons. I'm trying, I really am, to be a better person. Please bear with me.
Friday, July 27, 2007
The Lesson in Failure
It is quite unlike me to say that "I cannot do this." In my roles at work and other responsibilities, I thrive in being the positive go-getter. I do not like failing; it makes me seem incompetent.
So when I give up, it is not without some measure of discomfort, not unaccompanied by a equal (if not greater) degree of disappointment in myself. I've said it before, FAIL is my four-letter F word; it disturbs me greatly. I am harder on myself than I am on anyone else. Whether it is my fault or otherwise, it's still the same... I find myself thinking that there must have been something I could have said or done to prevent the failure...
Yet I also know that when I concede defeat, I realize afresh that I cannot control everything, and that not everything hinges on what I can do or otherwise.
Sometimes the failure could also be for the better... Maybe I've taken on too much and didn't know when to say no. Maybe what was asked of me was way beyond my capability, what I could give, what I was willing to give.
Maybe failure is God's way of gently reminding me, "Look to Me, child, did you lean on Me? Will you?"
So when I give up, it is not without some measure of discomfort, not unaccompanied by a equal (if not greater) degree of disappointment in myself. I've said it before, FAIL is my four-letter F word; it disturbs me greatly. I am harder on myself than I am on anyone else. Whether it is my fault or otherwise, it's still the same... I find myself thinking that there must have been something I could have said or done to prevent the failure...
Yet I also know that when I concede defeat, I realize afresh that I cannot control everything, and that not everything hinges on what I can do or otherwise.
Sometimes the failure could also be for the better... Maybe I've taken on too much and didn't know when to say no. Maybe what was asked of me was way beyond my capability, what I could give, what I was willing to give.
Maybe failure is God's way of gently reminding me, "Look to Me, child, did you lean on Me? Will you?"
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Anointed
... Among the things we brought back from Hillsong Conference 2007 were the new songs penned by their team. Today we shared with cdpc 3 of them.
And I realised afresh, that those songs are really God-anointed, God-inspired; for they allowed God's people to worship Him in a fresh new way.
Everytime I hear or sing "Hosanna", I feel a deep sense of longing from deep within; an ache I can't explain; is it a yearning to truly praise God for all He is? And the bridge brings one to really cry out before the Lord...
... This is my desire: that the things I do in His name and for His glory - be it in writing songs, in singing, or playing music - will be approved, anointed by Him, and serve His purpose: to point His people in the direction of the one and only living God.
And I realised afresh, that those songs are really God-anointed, God-inspired; for they allowed God's people to worship Him in a fresh new way.
Everytime I hear or sing "Hosanna", I feel a deep sense of longing from deep within; an ache I can't explain; is it a yearning to truly praise God for all He is? And the bridge brings one to really cry out before the Lord...
"Heal my heart and make it clean,
Open up my eyes to the things unseen,
Show me how to love like You have loved me...
Break my heart for what breaks Yours,
Everything I am for the Kingdom's cause,
As I walk from here into eternity...."
... This is my desire: that the things I do in His name and for His glory - be it in writing songs, in singing, or playing music - will be approved, anointed by Him, and serve His purpose: to point His people in the direction of the one and only living God.
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