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12 December, 2016 - Life

The Faith Vehicle


“Blind faith”, they say.
“They are just naive, they haven’t tasted the hardships and realities of life”, they say.
“Ignore them, they are dumb. I’ll believe it when I see it. Otherwise what you call “faith” is nonsense”, they say.

I’ve heard these sayings so many times before that it has become familiar. But just because it’s familiar, doesn’t mean it’s the truth . . . . .



12 December, 2016 - Life

Half Empty, Half Full and Overflowing


It is so easy to be overwhelmed by our everyday lives. It is so easy to be sick and just tired of our seemingly endless to-do-list. From work deadlines, to house chores, to ministry duties. And I’m not talking about a burn-out here. I’m talking about that phase where we are drown in our busyness, unable to retrace why we begin in the first place, but not yet quite reach a burn-out (which we will get to if we don’t do something about it).

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12 December, 2016 - Life

So I Keep Calling


Dry seasons are the worst.

Dry seasons are those times when you feel like God is far away. Like He is just not within your reach. It’s like being in a relationship with someone, in good terms, but not knowing how get the call through. Like you miss them so much, but you just don't know how to get to them anymore. Every means of contact seem to fail. All messages unread, ph . . . . .



12 December, 2016 - Purpose

Kobe, Basketball and Other Legends


I have no words. I cried watching Kobe took his last walk into and out from the court for the last time. The speeches and tributes done by other people for him and his final words before leaving the court got me tearing up. I don’t think he could’ve ended his career any better. I think it was a perfect way to exit the game that he has grown to love so much for good. What can I say? I love basketball, I really do.


12 December, 2016 - Motherhood

The Road of SIngle Parenting


I questioned God, "How can I raise them alone?" right on the first day of my grieving journey. I mourned not only for the death of my beloved husband but also for my children's days ahead. I was drained to empty and had nothing left to offer. I was clueless and did not know what to do. I bargained, plead, and asked God to somehow give me a vision of the days ahead.

The . . . . .



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