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Having heard a feedback about this blogsite last year, I was determined to write a piece of writing worth – sharing, worthy for everyone to expose their names that they are reading, worthy of hitting the star – button, worthy of praising- comments. But, having that in mind, I found myself always hitting the “backspace” key. Instead of writing, I found myself unwriting. Thinking and paralysed, I opened all my previous journals in the hope of getting the inspiration and break the sorcery I have spelled unto myself. But none of my misery-filled journal entries suffice my objective. I felt so drained. My browsing through all my handwritten entries was a futile attempt to get what I wanted, I thought.

Inspecting all my entries from 2009 to 2016, only alerted me of one common line that I kept writing through those years, “May I be able to please You, Lord.” or “Please help me to please You.”

That journaling is the reason why I have this blogsite and those journal entries have repeatedly declared that my heart desires to please the Lord. This reveals to whom, to how and to why I am writing and responding to this frequent waking up at every 2am… To write to please the Lord for He is my supreme audience.

For to please Him is to be inspired, to be ordinary and great and to impress all other eyes is to be filled with discontentment, to be proud and unheard.

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Dear Lord, may the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, my God and my Judge. Amen.

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While I wait for my rescheduled flight (I’m so used to these kind of changes every Christmas flight that I forgot how to complain and just now, I smiled and teasingly told the neatly hair-tied airline staff, “Don’t I get to have at least a free burger for this?”) I remembered one new year’s eve, a neighbor who was a palm reading enthusiast told me her prediction. I was a little girl then and not in school that I don’t know how to write even my own name yet. She was so amazed, I guess, that after she got my palm, she called my Mama. “Mrs Linda, something is with your child.” Before Mama arrived, our neighbor told me a revelation and those words were placed in my young mind and spoken straight to my believing heart, “Nene, great things are found in your palm. You will constantly fly and you will be victorious! Big stars and great – sized airplanes are written in your palms. ”
I hardly remember our neighbor’s name but those big words were spoken straight to my young believing heart from that time until now. “Great things are found in your palms.”
I don’t believe in palm reading but I believe that there is a great future for each one of us, that big stars are written in our names and humongous airplanes are drawn in our palm because we can soar high. We are able. We are free. Because, the great future ahead of us was planned right even before we existed, as a privilege.

As 2018 bids farewell, may we remember every person whether stranger, family, friend, colleague, leader or any human being who believes in our capacity to fulfill our dreams, to achieve and to soar.

As 2018 comes to a close, I thank the Lord for the gift of the combination of my passport and SG residency, the gift of courage for all my past hurdles in school, my guiding parents and all teachers who all believed, maybe, not even in my talents but only because the lines my palm tell them to believe in me.

Dear Lord, we claim today Your big and great plans for us from Your Mighty Big hands. Please help us fulfill those. Amen.

#GodhasbeengoodToMe
#tearyeyed
#thankyoufamily

Since the start of the year I have been living with a family with two children. The eldest, Anton, is my godson.

Lately, I get to talk to him before I head to work and praying with him is how we end our conversation. (Sounds like we had a serious talk, right?) It has never occurred to my mind that talking and playing with a 5-year old boy can really be the happiest moment of the day for single person having 12-hour shift work (yeah, that’s me).

Praying is not something new to Anton as he normally does this with his parents, my friends. But for me, praying with a child is something very unfamiliar to me. So, my usual prayer goes like this:

Dear Father God,

Thank You for (his parents and all the people in the house). Please bless Anton who is a sweet, healthy, thoughtful and good boy.

And each and every time that I speak these words, he rolls while smiling. I can tell his face is bursting with joy! Then, he will be back in his sitting posture as I end with “Amen”.

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People Change When Someone Believes

People decide to change when they are happy and they are happy when someone, even a single soul believes in their goodness. Let me paraphrase that.

Believing is valuing and valuing causes someone to be happy. When someone is happy, it triggers change.

Though change can transpire in varying period of time. Some people can change overnight while for others may take a longer time, however, the decision to change happened when someone believes in them. I have observed this way of pattern during the last 17 years of serving adult singles in the church and proved to be what happened to me as well.

And seeing a 5-year-old child gets happy after hearing someone believes in him tells me that valuing a person does not see age!

A Learning And A Conclusion

A regional quality leader once told me during one gruelling laboratory investigation meeting, that no matter how strict quality is imposed to products and system, everyone should believe that every person who comes to work has the intention in mind to work productively.

Be someone who believes in the goodness of another and witness the change.


 

Dearest Father God,

May I never ever forget that there is YOU, You who always value me, You who always believe in me. You are the first one who believes in me. No matter what I do, nothing and no one can separate I from You, from You believing in ME.

 

Thank You.

Amen.

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(Leading Prayer Group Meetings)

It was at that time when I said “Yes” to be a group prayer head in a Catholic charismatic community for singles. This Catholic charismatic community has small units of prayer group. This prayer group is called “Household” which is normally consists of 4-5 single ladies, so, that makes me a Household head.
Being friends mainly with girls is something very familiar for me, as growing up and during teen years, I was part of all girls big group of friends. During my first years as a young professional, I still was part of all ladies group in the company where I worked. We regularly went to night – outs wearing our Tok-Toks (our own secret code for high – heeled shoes because of the sound that it makes when we walk with it on). Basically, what I am saying here, I know generally how girls operate, unite, celebrate, love and fight together ever since I was young. Girl power, how ancient the concept may it sound, has always been in me… until I joined the Catholic community for singles .

As I write this, I can’t help but be filled once again with gratitude. This is the posture of my heart each time I get to remember my first few days as an S-F-C, of becoming, that is, Someone for Christ.

Heading the Household prayer group for sisters is also like leading a girl power group in fun and activities except that with this task, I am leading them to Christ and not to the “domination” (lol) of the world. Leading them to Christ means making myself available for them without any cost. Unlike the girl power friendship, this task required me sacrifices. So, I later replaced the term “task” to “service” and me not a “leader” but a “mother”, as I always associate sacrifices to motherhood.

During my first year as a Household head, I was faced with struggles to prepare the discussion topics, my parents’ house and foods.

The difficulty on preparing the discussion topic was not so much because my default topic was the scripture reading for the day, compared to preparing and clearing the food to be served. The latter task was more daunting for me. Food preparation required me time and other resources.

Burdened I may seemed with the differences of building friendship with new sisters (new members) in the community, however, just like in my all-girls friendship, I find joy and love whenever I am with them during household prayer meetings.

All my efforts are somewhat reciprocated specially whenever there was a well-attended household prayer meeting. But I enjoyed, too, even only a member shows up. It is a chance for a heart – to – heart talk.

So, after each and every prayer meeting when all the members are gone and I am left alone washing used glasses, plates, spoons and forks, clearing the table and floors. There in that last task that I find silence without the rush, but, a happy silence with the Lord. It is in this moment that my mind starts to process what just transpired in the prayer meeting. It is in this moment that I realize the Lord is making everything possible. It is in this moment that I say, “Thank You, Lord. Mission accomplished.” It is in this act of washing the dishes, clearing the table and rubbish bin that I find most fulfilling of becoming a head.

Matthew 20:16
So the last will be first, and the first will be last.


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