This is me - 10 inches shorter. Not sure if I like it after all. But it took a lot of courage, mind you!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Nicolaephoria
I found my friend's blog today. Nicole.. I used to call her double-Yeng. Reading her blog makes me long for our old friendship again. But I am so far away and I feel that we have somewhat drifted apart. Just living very different lives, too much has happened in the meantime. I am on this little hill, studying music and the Word of God. I don't work amidst the secular and I feel very secluded from real life sometimes. I miss her loads. She seems to be doing great. Love the way she loves books. Love the way she's eccentric with her clothes pegs. Most of all, love the way she loves God and people. Well, this is to you Yeng.. Maybe if you visit my blog, I will write more instead of hiding in the blogsphere, huh!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
flotsam jetsam hopesome
i am spewing mad inside Lord. maybe, maybe, maybe.. not so, not so, not so... someday, someday..
i am so unsettled inside that I slam doors, stub my toes and am short with sweet people. I could kill if i am not careful. I am impatient, irritable. PMS in the highest order. Interestingly enough, if I am able to steer this explosive energy inside, I might just hit on a creative, spiritual truth for myself.
send them all away. bloody people. send them away!
save me.
So maybe our lives' aches are not necessarily the cause of the refiner's fire. Maybe like Hosea's life, our lives are like an allegory. The Bridegroom's relationship with His bethrothed needs a human picture. And those of us who have laid our lives down for him, or said we would, may have been picked to represent another facet of this intricate dance of the Eternal Lovers.
Maybe we wait and trudge on, not uphill but downhill. Not because of sin. But because of His leading. His voice pointed downwards, saying "to the valley dear one.." and not the triumphant upward climb we think victorious Christians are supposed to head towards. Victory is not always found on the sunny, hilltops of our life's journey.
So I wait, and renew my strength in His presence. (big sigh.....)
i am so unsettled inside that I slam doors, stub my toes and am short with sweet people. I could kill if i am not careful. I am impatient, irritable. PMS in the highest order. Interestingly enough, if I am able to steer this explosive energy inside, I might just hit on a creative, spiritual truth for myself.
send them all away. bloody people. send them away!
save me.
So maybe our lives' aches are not necessarily the cause of the refiner's fire. Maybe like Hosea's life, our lives are like an allegory. The Bridegroom's relationship with His bethrothed needs a human picture. And those of us who have laid our lives down for him, or said we would, may have been picked to represent another facet of this intricate dance of the Eternal Lovers.
Maybe we wait and trudge on, not uphill but downhill. Not because of sin. But because of His leading. His voice pointed downwards, saying "to the valley dear one.." and not the triumphant upward climb we think victorious Christians are supposed to head towards. Victory is not always found on the sunny, hilltops of our life's journey.
So I wait, and renew my strength in His presence. (big sigh.....)
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