honour privilege

10 years of sowing, 10 years of ploughing... 10 years of hardwork, love and persistent.

A story that really inspired me... 

Was born in a log cabin to illiterate parents

Had no formal education

Had no positive role models 

Lost his mother at age 9

Failed in business at age 22

Was defeated in an attempt to become a legislator at age 23

Went bankrupt again in business at age 25

Overcame the death of his companion at age 26

Was overcome with depression at age 32

Ran for congress and was defeated at age 37

Failed in an effort to become vice president at age 47

Lost a senatorial race at age 49 

Was elected the 16th President of the United States at age 51

This man was Abraham Lincoln, one of the most respected US presidents that ever lived. 

Every time you fail and think it is the end of the world, think of Abraham Lincoln.

Abba, Father

a sudden drive to doodle something on my dear blog...

Great is Your love Abba Father 
You’re my salvation from above 
Jesus, You’re more than I deserve 
Your love rescued me 

Humbly You came into this world 
Laid down Your life and chose to serve 
Just as I am without one plea 
Your love rescued me 
 
You are my Saviour 
My great Redeemer 
And by Your blood now I can be free 
You are my Saviour 
My loving Father 
For all eternity 
Worship Your Majesty

Today at bible school, Pastor Kong shared about lil Dayan and how it hurts him when lil Dayan is sick and sore from rashes and the 37 allergies that he suffers from. Later, he shared that that is exactly how important we are to God.

Every hurt, He feels

Every cry, He hears

He is my Father, 

to whom I depend on

He is my Lord,

to whom I will trust

He guides me in the darkest tunnel 

and leads me out of the deepest sea

He is my God 

My everything

I was so overwhelmed by His love today. Just kept tearing and tearing. Sometimes, we get so caught by in doing His work, running his ministries that we forget that God's ultimate desire is for us to come close to Him and to see Him as our Father. To call someone Abba Father, it really means that you regard that person as someone you are in full trust of. Knowing that He will not leave you nor forsake you. I prayed that same prayer, that I want to know Him not just as my God but my Abba Father. His love and presence just came to be so strongly... I was like a little girl running back to the arms of Daddy! The feeling was so unforgettable! 

Just gonna end with this note... (: Good night world! 

 

blogging on the momentum

hello!

Just came back from dinner with Mom and Sister at AMK! (: Dinner was gooood...

hahah this is so strange... those people that i spend the most time with are nearly 5-6 years younger than me!! hahah but their really the most awesome people to hang out with... Hahha love hanging out at the heartland of Tampines with Zolaine, Mandy, Peggy, Isabel, Lexuan they all! (: 

Yesterday's leaders meeting was mind-blowing... Felt just so encouraged to put my hands in the plough... Love Teach Pray Minister Train... Waiting to see the visible coming to past! E2 will continue to grow! E30 will continue to grow! (: Cant wait for CG tomorrow and friday! (:

Gonna come out with a plan for the CGs.. Plan Pray and Work = Success! 

On the other hand, this two weeks have been quite cool... Got into contact with my MI friends.. Namely Matt, Joe and Bob! With the company of Xinjie and Had... They are really cool people! Though they crap alot and drives super recklessly!!! They are great companies man! (: Friends foreverzzzxxx! (hahahha) 

 

Life is goood

hello world! :) 

Its been ages since i updated anything over here...

Last weekend has been still so surreal to me... God has been so good to us. Indeed, whatever that we sow, it will definately reap. :) 

Life is goood... E2 brokethrough 14 and E3 brokethrough 11! These are the people that made it happen! (:

This is my home.

Heart of God church is my Ramah. 

Going to malacca from today till monday afternoon... Gonna miss church this weekend man... Ughhh... 

2000

Serving God is not a feeling, it is by character.

A commitment. 

You are special (:

THE WEMMICKS

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village.

Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.

And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots.

The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs.

Everyone gave them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots.

After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason.

"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." After a while Punchinello believed them.

"I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick.

Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.

'That's the way I want to be, 'thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.

"It's easy," Lulia replied. "every day I go see Eli."

"Eli?"

"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."

"Why?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there."

And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. "But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lulia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli.

He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.

"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.

"You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.

"Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench.

Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."

"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."

"Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."

"You don't?"

"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."

Punchinello laughed.

"Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this-much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.

"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.

"I came because I met someone who had no marks."

"I know. She told me about you."

"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"

"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."

"What?"

"The stickers only stick if they matter to you.”

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care."

Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.

"Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "you are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it." And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.