Birthday Wish

Thank you everyone for wishing me on my birthday. You may not know it, but this simple gesture of yours touches my heart deeply and I am very very thankful that I have friends like you all. Thank you for the wonderful memories you have given to me on this joyous occasion. I pray too, that the good Lord will bless you abundantly.

I'm so glad that she's happy again, but yet, at the same time I'm worried for her. I'm glad that she's together again, but I'm worried of how things will go. Lord, I pray that you'll continue to bless her and take care of her, no matter what. I love her heaps, and I don't want to see her hurt again, but Lord, I trust in you. I trust that you will continue to watch over her, as you did over me. Take good care of her Lord.

at 2 something today, we received a call from a neighbour informing us that a thief got into our house. at that time, my parents n i were in langkawi, waiting for 5 plus to come so that we may fly home... my brother were not around that time, for there was a company's family day...

Really praise GOd, for a neighbour saw the thieft climbing into our house, and thus, alerted all the neighbours n the guards downstairs. The thief was so frightened that he did not dare to climb out. Later on, a guard climbed in and caught him. I heard that the neighbours beat him badly...

Although the ppl say nothing was stolen (they checked on him), but we found out that two mobile phones were lost, one that belonged to my mom and another is my dad's spare phone. Oh well, I still praise God that nothing else was stolen..

wat an exciting day... tired from the trip, tired from the travelling as well..... wat a day man

Realised one thing that's happening in the churches in Malaysia, well, at least in Klang Valley to be exact. There's so many youth out there who are hungry and seeking God, even youth in churches. But what's happening to the churches around? It's not the first time that I'm hearing people complaining about their own church, even for me, I do that as well. God, I'm not forsaking You, I need You more than ever, but I also need support from others to help me grow. Lord, hear the cry of the youth in this nation Lord, I pray that You'll bring revival, sweep through this land and awaken Your people Lord. We need You, we desperately need You.

Churches, rise up, look at the youth in your church, don't just wait and see.. but be ready to strive and intercede for them.. even the government claims that the youth will rise up to be the emerging leaders of this nation. Come then, pray and intercede for the youth of this nation, that they will rise up and take on the world, in God's way.

Wake up and realise, we're young, we're kinda lost, and we need guidance. We don't need everyday high, but we need everyday God. We don't really know what to do and who to turn to when we face problems, God you say. We do that, but God never says to stay away from the elders of the church. Stop rebuking our ways of praising God, but understand, this is how we release, how we say we love God, how we say we hunger for Him.

Youth of this nation, do you hunger? Then turn and look to God. Lord, hear the cry of the youth, come then and move... come then and move this nation.

Realised that in this world, there's so many heart wrenching love stories. Stories of love that never took place, stories that ends in hurt and anger, stories that ends in loss and ache.

For those who are now with the one that you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, be thankful for this gift of love. It is truly hard to be able to find someone who loves you as much as you do him/her.

For those who are still searching, be patience, for God already have someone in mind for you. He's just waiting for the right time to present him/her to you. Who knows, that person might be the one next to you.

For those who have been hurt, who have been angered, who's aching, it's time to let go. Let God take this hurt with Him and let Him fill you with love. When you decided to let go, that's when you truly move on and enjoy life.

Learn to be thankful for the little things in life.. be thankful for the fact that you can still walk and talk and filled with emotion. Think of those, who wished that they can walk and talk like you. Be thankful that you are alive, for to live is a gift in itself. Be thankful that you can see the changes that is happening, for only then you may change yourself.

But most of all, be thankful that we all can love, for the greatest gift of all is love.

Why do ppl run away from the things in their life? This is one question that came into my mind today. Seriously, I wonder... is it natural to run.

I used to face changed without even caring about would happen... but now, for every step that I take towards the future, there is this nagging fear that grows bit by bit in me? What happened to the old me, whom, though carrying fear inside of her, continue to strive on and face those fears? I truly wonder... have I changed that much? Who am I now? Do i really know myself? I wonder at times...

The power of the mind... can make u think clearly and also confuse at the same time... Dear Lord, I'll leave it into your hands....

A BABY'S HUG

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik ina high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly Erik squealed with glee and said, " Hi there." He pounded hisfat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughterand his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggledwith merriment. I looked around for the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pantswere baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-beshoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was sovaricose it looked like a round map. We were too far from him to smell, but I wassure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby, Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster" the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks. "What do we do?" Erik continued tolaugh at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisancewith my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cak? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look he knowspeek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husbandand I were embarrassed. We ate in silence, all except for Erik, who wasrunning through his repertoire for the admiring skid row bum, who in turn,reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband wentto pay and check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old mansat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him andavoid air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm,reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I couldstop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their loverelationship.Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head uponthe man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneathhis eye lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled mybaby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeplyfor so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erikin his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, " You take care of this baby."Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he were inpain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've givenme my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I wascrying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgiveme."I had witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment, a child who saw a soul, and a motherwho saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child whowas not. I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?"when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, hadreminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."