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)