divinity displayed

i caught a glimpse of the divine displayed in two dear friends... the candidness of boisterous laughter and chatter brought the chaos around us to a halt. oh what treasure is this that i've missed time and time again?

thank you, God, i didn't miss this one and let me not rush past another!

midnight encounters

eyes wide open
i lay awake

of shadows in the dark
haunting the present

of moaning in the winds
screaming the hidden

then you walked in
candle in one hand
other found its home in mine

in a gentle whisper
shadows were swallowed
moaning was muffled...silenced

i lay awake
eyes wide open
of such power and poise

only you

poetry and song
wishing i were there

words and music
packaged thoughts all bare

emptiness and silence
drowning in oceans

painted beauty revealed
a masterpiece in motion

so this is what it means
to be with you...and only you

me

it's exhausting trying to be different
and
a bore blending into the crowd

all i want is to be just me
you let me be me

if only for the brief moments we share
enough to get me through the day

you let me be me
and showed me how

awakening a deeper desire
for these exchanges to linger
longer than before

smiley face

i woke up with a smiley face etched on my heart...not sure how else to explain it!

simply still

it's amazing...

the love that fights,
believes,
pushes through,
transforms and most of all - stays simply still

am in a good place
no...right and best place where His strength surrounds my soul

strangely, simply, still.

silence

Ajarku berdiam
Dekat di hatiMu
Di saat kuberpaling
temukan cintaMu

Di sana Kau menanti
'tuk bawaku lagi
bersekutu dalam
damai yang sejati


Kudamba hadirMu

Inilah rinduku

Hidupku hanyalah untukMu
Segenap hatiku kagum kan kebaikanMu
Dan nafasku menceritakan kasihMu
Ajarku berdiam dekat di hatiMu

moving

it's time to move homes again...maybe this time we'll get a house!
exciting...yet the thought of packing everything up and then unpacking...eeeekkkk!!

believing that God will provide the right home in the right place at the right time

remember the rain

goal of salvation

i love love love my church, my pastors, my friends!
the beautiful woman event last 2 days was spectacular - spiritually 'obese' and overflowing!
greatest thing I've learnt - goal of our salvation is intimacy with God. with this truth and revelation there is no space for busyness at all! but need i say it again? freedom to live!! YES!

lovin' it!

there's freedom to dance! freedom to run!
freedom to shout at the top of the hill!
freedom to BE!

why didn't i see it before? maybe i did, but couldn't remember.
all's done, all's been done, finished.
now - our part is to be His people and Him our God.

then all the 'what to do?', 'is this the right way?' falls into place
relaxed, enjoying life! woo-hoo!! lovin' it!

just a hum

i'm so over it! really....surreal still it seems. withdrawal symptoms that used to jarr like clanging cymbals in my head now only is a constant hum.
i smile.
i feel healthy again.

free. wow.

mum's the word

thank you God for mothers
thank you God especially for my mum!

she's been so much to me a post like this skims only the surface:-

mummy's been my literal home for my first 9months


my most concerned doctor


my award winning committed teacher


my favourite chef


my window to the outside world


and most of all my biggest fan!


Happy Mother's Day, mummy!! I love you.

in a rut

there's something about aeroplane air...

after flying from sydney to melbourne last friday, a nagging dry cough's seized my lungs and is annoying! also heard stories beforehand from friends who went through similar experiences…or it’s just me not wearing a scarf in the chilly Melbourne weather like what sharene pointed out. persisting in praying for my own healing – just last night before bed, I’d pray over myself (sounds weird…don’t do enough of that really!) and there’d be a release. then a few hours later, it creeps back in. ugh.

speaking about praying, i discovered something in God’s word today. sometimes i find myself getting into a ‘rut’ and not knowing what/how to pray. just this morning, this question lingered between the conscious and the sub-conscious and without even asking God, He shows me this:

Psalm 122:6-7
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem
Those who love you will prosper
Peace be within your walls and
Prosperity within your palaces.

(Peace = peace with God/individual’s personal relationship with God)
(Prosperity = fruitful/thriving in work given by God)

one moment

i love mornings like this, especially midweek. no need to scamper off to work, just the crisp morning air rushing in and gentle sunlight flooding through the glass. a mug of hot chocolate giving all its warmth to icy fingers - lingering thoughts from last night's conversations...heart skipping to see what today will bring!

love is in the air

to breathe again

alone
breath trickles in
silent
clutter clears up
still
pictures focus

time ticks slower - life renewed
i love these moments...

more and less

God loves to bless us. period. most of the time, i realise i tend only to desire and focus on the blessings of the abundance that i overlook the blessings already there for every single one of my needs.

last night, God reminded me through psalm 107:8-9 to give Him thanks for His unfailing love and wonderful deeds for men for He satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things.

i am reminded His love covers not only the 'bigger' things in life.
it's for every thirst, every hunger, every need...

replaces the loneliness that creeps in at three in the morning,
erases the guilt i take myself through when i stuff up,
hears the frustrations escaping in whispers between breaths,

the god of the more and most of all the less.

old journals

i love journaling - in hard copy. never realised how much i love it until recently when i was looking for something particular in one of my entries. books and books of journals are now sitting by my bedside. still haven't found that entry i was looking for, but have now begun reading through my past entries. and i found this:

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life,
and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth
- it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration
where the one guest is You.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

greggie wrote it in one of the many journals he's given me. i want to be her. my one guest is the King of all kings.