10 THINGS GOD WON'T ASK...

1) God won’t ask what kind of car you drove;
He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.

2) God won’t ask the square footage of your house;
He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

3) God won’t ask about the clothes you had in your closet;
He’ll ask how many people you helped to clothe.

4) God won’t ask what your highest salary was;
He’ll ask if you compromise your character to obtain it.

5) God won’t ask what your job title was;
He’ll ask if you performed your job to your best ability.

6) God won’t ask how many friends you had;
He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

7) God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived;
He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.

8) God won’t ask about the color of your skin;
He’ll ask about the content of your character.

9) God won’t ask why it took you so long to seek salvation;
He’ll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of hell.

10) God won’t ask how many people you forwarded this to;
He’ll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends.

* Happy moments, praise God.
* Difficult moments, seek God.
* Quiet moments, worship God.
* Painful moments, trust God.
* Every moment, thank God.

Are we living God’s standards?

How Is It?

One, two, three, four, five
Once I caught a fish alive
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.

Why did you let it go?
Coz it bit my finger so
Which finger did it bite
The little finger on my right.

Things that I have let go, things that I still hold on to. How is it that she saw some improvement in this when I don’t see any progress myself? I caught them all, but I had to let them all go one by one? Will this last one slip right through as well? Will I never see them coming true? When? How? Why? Or rather why not? Do I really have to? What really is the factor? Me? You? Or Him? Us? Them?

I can’t help it!! But could I, really? For You, I will if I have to… Just for You!! I promise!!

DEEPER IN LOVE WITH YOU…

How could I go on loving Him when things were going rough and hardships were falling at me from all sides? 1 Corinthians 3:7 speaks for itself. After what He has done for me on the Cross, what right do I have to grumble and complain? And what’s worse ditch Him just because I was suffering there in the hospital? Instead, I really do realize that I am more in love with Him than before.

From day 1, things were really out of control, but yet I know HE is in control. Since the nephrostomy was a flop, the next best thing was to remove that stupid fibroid (that made me look 5 months pregnant :O) once and for all. After much unnecessary delay, the surgery was done; my main prayer request was answered. I may say it is “THE END” to a horrifying nightmare, but the Lord says it is “THE BEGINNING” to a new chapter into which He is leading me.

Throughout my stay in University Malaya Medical Centre, my mom and I have been through many ups and downs, encouragements and disappointments. Many thoughts have been running through my head as well when I had so many visitors come and go. It made me begin to think and think and think (as usual), in search for an answer. No doubt, it was all for Him. I wanted something new this time. Something that made Him smile.

What are my priorities? What is it that I truly want? Am I ready for what is ahead? I have been quietly watching and observing. Truly it has been so evident. Or is it just my mindset? That I am not going to change the way things were? Some situations were progressing, some remained stagnant. What is He trying to say? I am almost there, but yet I know there are some answers He is still holding back…

[Something that has definitely made Him smile, I know, is none other than the salvation of the “po po” opposite my bed *winkz* when Pastor Mark & Auntie Rose visited me, she challenged us to share the gospel with the po po. The opportunity came when my mom got to feed her her meals when the trainee nurses were on CNY break. The seed was sown, afterwhich Ps. Paul frm Grace USJ planted them.]

All these happened for a reason. Through this experience, friendships were formed. Existing ones were brought one level higher because of Him. Best friends care despite the distance between us. He cared enough to call and check on me all the way from holidaying in China. And “he” also cared enough to constantly check on my healing progress :”> Has this experience, then, closed the gap a little more than before? Only God knows! This experience has indeed revealed the “deeper” side of you. No doubt, it has impacted my impression on you all the more.

ne soul saved. Many more was and will be blessed as I had the privilege of sharing my experience in SURGE again. PTL!!

Love in your eyes...

25 years of ups and downs with each other yet still so much in love with each other. They look so pretty and handsome for the special occasion set up by my sis. Just for the two of them, my mom and dad, hehe. No one asks for this mishap to happen to me, but now that it has happened, they both have lost the mood for the celebration of their silver anniversary. But we insisted that they go and have some time together, having set up a dinner for them at TGI Friday’s.

Mi and Di, thanx for everything!! Especially this time of in and out of the hospital.

“Happy 25th anniversary!! May the two of you continue to grow deeper in love with each other as you sail thru many more years ahead.. But most importantly deeper in love the One who created this beautiful day.. Thanx for everything!”

TOO YOUNG FOR A HYSTERECTOMY!!!

A nephrostomy is done, now what? Why does the word hysterectomy come so many times from so many doctor’s mouth? Just because the fibroid is too huge to be operated on, doesn’t mean I have to have a hysterectomy, right? Excuse me, I am only 25!! It is not the matter of whether my future husband would mind if I could not bear him any children, it is my personal desire to have children of my own, haha :)) the problem is me, haha. I am just too young for a hysterectomy!!

Dr. Selvam did warn me of the risk of a hysterectomy in the event of heavy bleeding while removing the fibroid. But the Lord knows my heart’s desire, which I think it’s His wisdom on the doctor to come and tell me that the opt is called off. That Monday morning itself, Dr. Selvam came by to see me and prepare me again for the opt in the afternoon. Having seen that I was so insistent in bugging him about helping preserve my uterus, he came back again, within 5 minutes, with the CT scan results, and changed the whole plan. So it is that the opt is called off, replacing it with Zoladex to shrink the stupid fibroid first.

Right now, after the nephrostomy, I would still have to readmit for another procedure, inserting a “stent” but dunno for what, haha… as long as I recover, and surgery is totally unnecessary :p all I know is I AM TOO YOUNG FOR A HYSTERECTOMY, AND I REFUSE IT IN THE NAME OF JESUS *winkz*

WHERE IS YOUR HEART?

Indeed a question that has long been thrown at me. Truly, where is my heart? Finally, out of the abundance of my heart, my mouth spoke. Could she now understand that I love where I am right now because I feel very at home with the new group of people? Is it a place that I have been attached to for decades but cud not call “home”? Or is it a place of “home” which I eventually have to let it slip thru my fingers because I cud never be attached to it due to circumstances?

Where is my heart? DUMC? It is seriously no point bluffing and covering up anymore than I used to. Indeed, DUMC is a place I feel so connected to… No need for anymore debate or argument on this issue, haha… Action speaks louder than words *winkz* It is definitely obvious when they insistently wanted to come visit me in the hospital, despite their busy schedules, juz to be with me… Thanks, guys!! Really appreciate all of it :)

Speaking of which, only 4 days in that horrible hospital, and I’m already facing so many ugly experiences (biasa la)… Boredom is definitely first on the list, haha :)) Eat, sleep… eat sleep… haiyoh!! Was admitted on Tuesday, initially with the doctor’s intention of draining the water out of my swollen kidneys… harrr?? :O now, whatever on earth is hydronephrosis?

Anyway, I was scheduled for a CT scan at 2.45 pm yesterday. With that I was told to fast food and liquid until the scan was over… It came up to a total of 22 hrs of fast!! Oh, the taste of water on my lips was indescribable, haha… After that 22 long hours, I consumed one whole litre bottle of water in a gulp. And my mom’s Tom Yam bee hoon was super awesome, haha. Anyway, the fact that I was released back home even for a day feels really great, after pestering & sweet talking the doctors, haha… But then, I came home with a swollen back of my hand because the doctor had recklessly poked my bone instead of a vein, which she only realized after I gave a loud shriek!! What, you mean you doctors don’t know how to differentiate a vein and a bone? haha :)) made my whole right arm numb *sigh*

I have to be back there again tomorrow, latest in the evening because an opt to remove the fibroid in my stomach is to be done on Monday… But I shall be out of the hospital soon, and be back to cell like usual again… wait for me!!

[p/s: ooh, *pstt* there is this cute Indian doctor (fairer side of an Indian la), who, I think, is in charge of the gynecology ward :p good that my bed is by the door, hehe… I can take a peep whenever he pass by, kekeke XD I didn’t know hospital oso can “cuci mata” one la *LOL*]

BETTER TO BLESS THAN BE BLESSED!!

Last night is probably one of the nights that I feel tremendously blessed. It is especially satisfying to see that you can be used to bless others.

First off, DUMC started this new Zone Prayer thingy, where each cell under one zone will meet to pray and minister (may I add fellowship) to one another. Yesterday was PJ North 4 & PJ South 2 under Pastor Seng Fei. No doubt, I was jittery and therefore hesitating whether or not to go since I dont really like big crowds. But I went anyway. I am not a fan of corporate prayer meetings, but I was really glad I decided to go. Juz being in His presence was what I needed. In a way, I am blessed by what was shared. But in another sense, I am blessed to be able to bless others *winkz*

Go back 4 hours before the zone prayer. I was keeping myself busy with making some muffins again, this time around to bless more people, since the last time I only made enough for my own cell members, heh. Ooh, the joy of seeing people appreciate your effort and being blessed by it :) but Sharon & Alvin from Father’s Garden said the blueberry one taste better, and I thought so too. Anyway, someone offered the suggestion of having them muffins for this year’s CARNIVAL, heh.