Dear Daddy,
Not too long ago, you wrote me an incredibly touching love letter. Today, I am going to reciprocate that gesture.
I love that I am able to share with you the things in my heart.
I love the loving and encouraging sms-es that you've sent me.
I love your showering of affectionate gestures - all the hugs, cuddles and kisses.
I love your dedication to the house of the Lord.
I love that you are a man who yearns to do the will of God and whose heart is completely sold out for Him.
I love that you are a man of character and good repute - a man of principles and values, who never compromises and take the easy way out.
I love that you are a faithful and one-woman man.
I love how you treasure the three girls in your life (Mummy being Darling No.1, Angeline - Little darling and myself being your darling, as well as the love of your heart :D ).
Most importantly, I love you. My Daddy, I love you so much.
I can only hope one day to marry someone who is able to love me the way you love Mummy, and to raise our children like how you've raised me.
Happy Birthday!
Your darling daughter,
Melissa.
Not too long ago, you wrote me an incredibly touching love letter. Today, I am going to reciprocate that gesture.
I love that I am able to share with you the things in my heart.
I love the loving and encouraging sms-es that you've sent me.
I love your showering of affectionate gestures - all the hugs, cuddles and kisses.
I love your dedication to the house of the Lord.
I love that you are a man who yearns to do the will of God and whose heart is completely sold out for Him.
I love that you are a man of character and good repute - a man of principles and values, who never compromises and take the easy way out.
I love that you are a faithful and one-woman man.
I love how you treasure the three girls in your life (Mummy being Darling No.1, Angeline - Little darling and myself being your darling, as well as the love of your heart :D ).
Most importantly, I love you. My Daddy, I love you so much.
I can only hope one day to marry someone who is able to love me the way you love Mummy, and to raise our children like how you've raised me.
Happy Birthday!
Your darling daughter,
Melissa.
Sliced my finger with a penknife, and blood started gushing out.
My colleagues decided to put their medical training and abilities to good use, which is why I ended up with (what they dubbed as) 'The Meatball Thumb.'
Having written over 200 entries on Chatty Lass on diverse topics with various styles, I have to point out that nothing beats writing about my precious Lord. Absolutely nothing.
I've come to realise over time that it is difficult, it takes a lot of me, to concentrate on writing of something I am not passionate about.
Dedicating your life to make someone else's day kickstart by doubling up in laughter nonetheless deserves a worthy mention.
However, if all a person blogs about is rants or minute-by-minute updates of their life, I sincerely see no purpose in continuing to read on (unless it is for prying purposes *grins* or that person is an incredible writer).
I am mentioning this because I think Chatty Lass might be in for a little change, with more articles devoted to Him.
One of the songs I've sung before speaks of Him being all we need in life.
How magnificent would it be, if the truth of this dawns upon us, with that truth being written across our hearts and over our minds.
How different and much more fulfilling would life be!
Familiarity in worship is such that we can SING the lyrics of the song, with our hearts and mind being elsewhere.
Complacency in serving takes form by simply 'being on duty', just because of our names being in the roster.
One of my deepest desires is to raise up a generation of musicians and singers who are not mere singers and musicians, but to be LOVERS of God; who worship Him not only with their voices and skills, most importantly with their WHOLE lives.
There are so many facets to the greatness, love and grace of God which I simply cannot ignore and would love to share with you.
I am on a journey of discovery, loving it and itching for greater heights and depth.
With so much love,
Melissa.
I've come to realise over time that it is difficult, it takes a lot of me, to concentrate on writing of something I am not passionate about.
Dedicating your life to make someone else's day kickstart by doubling up in laughter nonetheless deserves a worthy mention.
However, if all a person blogs about is rants or minute-by-minute updates of their life, I sincerely see no purpose in continuing to read on (unless it is for prying purposes *grins* or that person is an incredible writer).
I am mentioning this because I think Chatty Lass might be in for a little change, with more articles devoted to Him.
One of the songs I've sung before speaks of Him being all we need in life.
How magnificent would it be, if the truth of this dawns upon us, with that truth being written across our hearts and over our minds.
How different and much more fulfilling would life be!
Familiarity in worship is such that we can SING the lyrics of the song, with our hearts and mind being elsewhere.
Complacency in serving takes form by simply 'being on duty', just because of our names being in the roster.
One of my deepest desires is to raise up a generation of musicians and singers who are not mere singers and musicians, but to be LOVERS of God; who worship Him not only with their voices and skills, most importantly with their WHOLE lives.
There are so many facets to the greatness, love and grace of God which I simply cannot ignore and would love to share with you.
I am on a journey of discovery, loving it and itching for greater heights and depth.
With so much love,
Melissa.
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"Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns but will not encourage us to mistake them for home."
CS Lewis
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Never!
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You can never say too many 'I Love You-s.' Just when you think you've said it enough, say it again. Because, it is impossible to spoil a person with too much love.
Melissa Cheah - January 22nd, 2010.
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"It is not so true that prayer changes things, as prayer changes a person and he/she changes things. God has so constituted things that prayer on the basis of Redemption alters the way in which a man looks at things.
Prayer is not a question of altering things externally, but of working wonders in a man's disposition."
Oswald Chambers
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An apt title, for one of the things in life that I strive for.
As a friend first then a leader (it doesn’t matter where), I am always compelled to be a teacher and a student, a mentor and a confidant, a listener and an adviser.
And, to strike that perfect balance, maintaining harmony between two equally important elements; while I’m at it.
Honestly put, I struggle with this, all the time.
On the one hand, I’d like to be caring, compassionate and considerate. On the other hand, I need to endorse on my role as a leader, to be firm and correcting.
Frequently enough, that person is usually in need of a rude awakening and a wake-up call to the reality of life (or the commandments of God).
Most of the time, I will speak the truth (and to be as tactful as possible), even if it tears me apart to mention it out loud.
In the past, there had been instances where I chose to repress, keep silent on what was supposed to be corrected and made right.
The outcome was less than pleasing, and I blamed myself (no longer though) for it. As, there will be a voice at the back of my head reminding me that I could have at the very least, prevented a less severe consequence.
Many a time, those who have been at the receiving end might be of the impression that it seems so natural and effortless on my end.
Know this, it truly took a lot of me to do what I did, for those words and advices to be uttered.
When I released those words from my mouth, it is never meant to be a judgement slapped across the face or a branding for the deeds done.
I am probably one of the very few people that you can come to, expecting no less than complete honesty and have nothing else in my heart but the best for you.
Even more so, remember this: I love all of you very much, and I would not have said (even if it is not honeyed and pleasing to the ears 99% of the time) it if not because.
As a friend first then a leader (it doesn’t matter where), I am always compelled to be a teacher and a student, a mentor and a confidant, a listener and an adviser.
And, to strike that perfect balance, maintaining harmony between two equally important elements; while I’m at it.
Honestly put, I struggle with this, all the time.
On the one hand, I’d like to be caring, compassionate and considerate. On the other hand, I need to endorse on my role as a leader, to be firm and correcting.
Frequently enough, that person is usually in need of a rude awakening and a wake-up call to the reality of life (or the commandments of God).
Most of the time, I will speak the truth (and to be as tactful as possible), even if it tears me apart to mention it out loud.
In the past, there had been instances where I chose to repress, keep silent on what was supposed to be corrected and made right.
The outcome was less than pleasing, and I blamed myself (no longer though) for it. As, there will be a voice at the back of my head reminding me that I could have at the very least, prevented a less severe consequence.
Many a time, those who have been at the receiving end might be of the impression that it seems so natural and effortless on my end.
Know this, it truly took a lot of me to do what I did, for those words and advices to be uttered.
When I released those words from my mouth, it is never meant to be a judgement slapped across the face or a branding for the deeds done.
I am probably one of the very few people that you can come to, expecting no less than complete honesty and have nothing else in my heart but the best for you.
Even more so, remember this: I love all of you very much, and I would not have said (even if it is not honeyed and pleasing to the ears 99% of the time) it if not because.
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Life is far too short to be wasted on making (wrong) decisions which will alter the course of your life forever.
Melissa Cheah - 18th January, 2010
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P/S: I've never and never will believe in coincidences, luck or fate.
I only believe in being offered choices, and making decisions. Either, the right or wrong one.
I read this (look below) and my insides were somersaulting.
"For the mountains may move
Isaiah 54:10 (New Living Translation)
What a beautiful verse - a promise of hope, assurance, unceasing love and endless blessings.
How good is our God!
"For the mountains may move
and the hills disappear,
But even then, My faithful love for you will remain
My covenant of blessing will never be broken,"
Isaiah 54:10 (New Living Translation)
What a beautiful verse - a promise of hope, assurance, unceasing love and endless blessings.
How good is our God!
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"Failure is not falling down, it is STAYING down."
James Patterson in his book, 'Jack and Jill'
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I wrote this piece of correspondence to my Worship Team this morning.
After putting a little thought to it, I decided to paraphrase a portion of what I wrote to them here, with a little expounding involved.
As for myself, I often picture it as a welcoming embrace.
I love going to my Daddy for hugs, having my cheeks peppered with kisses. At the very moment when that takes place, the only image formed in my mind is of the amount of love my Dad has for me.
The feeling is likewise, when I spend time worshipping and being in the presence of God.
Run into His arms and let His welcoming embrace envelope you. You wouldn't - ever - want to leave that embrace.
After putting a little thought to it, I decided to paraphrase a portion of what I wrote to them here, with a little expounding involved.
"Morning lovely and precious ones.
As I made my way downstairs this morning, I was greeted with excited yaps and hyperactive jumps from Max. Bending down and scooping him into my arms, I was slobbered all over with kisses.
As a mumma (well, owner if you would have it that way), it makes me so very fulfilled to know that I have someone who thinks the world of me and gets so enthusiastic at the very sight of me.
It doesn't matter if Max did some naughty things the night before. Seeing the sparkle in his eyes in wanting nothing more than to spend some time with me, it melts my heart.
With this happening so fresh in my mind, it sparked something within me to share this with you.
I want to encourage you to approach the throne of God and enter into His presence with that same enthusiasm, passion and fervour.
It doesn't matter if your day has been rough-going, it doesn't matter if you feel as though you have nothing to say to God. Don't let anything hinder or rob you of your precious, irreplaceable time with God.
Go to Him, unload everything and let His presence saturate you. Let His love and comforting arms embrace you.
He is your Heavenly Daddy. He made you and He is excited to hear from you. He loves to hear from you. He loves spending time with you.
I love you and I can't wait to see as well as serve with you this weekend.
Heaps of hugs,
Melissa."
Melissa."
I love going to my Daddy for hugs, having my cheeks peppered with kisses. At the very moment when that takes place, the only image formed in my mind is of the amount of love my Dad has for me.
The feeling is likewise, when I spend time worshipping and being in the presence of God.
Run into His arms and let His welcoming embrace envelope you. You wouldn't - ever - want to leave that embrace.
Today, this was tea-time.
#Simple pleasures.
P/S: Thanks Mi-Chelle for the wonderful treats. Hugs. :)
Just not so long ago, I received a letter.
A love letter, to be exact.
With my heart beating so loud (to the point where I was afraid the person next to me might actually hear it), I carefully pulled out the treasure from its' chest.
I unfolded the letter and I began to read it.
"Where do I begin... There are so many things on my mind. Let me start with the time you came into this world. The time I first saw you, you were bawling your lungs out, but I called out to you and you just stopped crying and became still (eventhough for a moment only) and looked in my direction. Such a love came over me for you that only when one becomes a parent that you'll be able to fully understand the emotions of it.
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This letter started in love and it ends likewise too. We love you very much and let no one tell you otherwise. We've seen you slowly blossom into a beautiful person - not perfect yet, but on the way there. Allow God to fully control your life, infuse your life, cover your life and you'll be the standard bearer for the Lord - anointed and used greatly by and for Him.
Love,
Daddy and Mummy."
I can't even begin to express how I felt at that moment.
Even as I am transferring a portion of the letter here, tears are still springing from my eyes.
All I remembered happening was hot tears streaming down my cheeks (my friend was worried that the car was going to be flooded with my waterworks).
My nose was runny, the letter was splotched with tears and I was so moved. Touched to my very core. It reached the inmost part of my being.
I am fully aware of how much my parents love me.
But this letter, scrawled in my dad's handwriting, reached a place so deep within me that I had difficulty breathing after reading it.
Simplicity at its' best, I love you, Daddy and Mummy. I don't think I can ever say it enough, but I love you.
This letter - thus far - is one of the most prized possessions in my life.
A love letter, to be exact.
With my heart beating so loud (to the point where I was afraid the person next to me might actually hear it), I carefully pulled out the treasure from its' chest.
I unfolded the letter and I began to read it.
"Where do I begin... There are so many things on my mind. Let me start with the time you came into this world. The time I first saw you, you were bawling your lungs out, but I called out to you and you just stopped crying and became still (eventhough for a moment only) and looked in my direction. Such a love came over me for you that only when one becomes a parent that you'll be able to fully understand the emotions of it.
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This letter started in love and it ends likewise too. We love you very much and let no one tell you otherwise. We've seen you slowly blossom into a beautiful person - not perfect yet, but on the way there. Allow God to fully control your life, infuse your life, cover your life and you'll be the standard bearer for the Lord - anointed and used greatly by and for Him.
Love,
Daddy and Mummy."
Even as I am transferring a portion of the letter here, tears are still springing from my eyes.
All I remembered happening was hot tears streaming down my cheeks (my friend was worried that the car was going to be flooded with my waterworks).
My nose was runny, the letter was splotched with tears and I was so moved. Touched to my very core. It reached the inmost part of my being.
I am fully aware of how much my parents love me.
But this letter, scrawled in my dad's handwriting, reached a place so deep within me that I had difficulty breathing after reading it.
Simplicity at its' best, I love you, Daddy and Mummy. I don't think I can ever say it enough, but I love you.
This letter - thus far - is one of the most prized possessions in my life.
I stood in the midst of approximately 150 people, bid adieu to 2009 and watched 2010 settle in snugly.
Loud cheers resounded, its' background involving crashing of cymbals. Lots of it.
I must confess, I have found this (the above) the best way to usher in a new year. I wouldn't have it any other way.
My apologies for being away for more than a week, not summing up the year or even wishing you (my dear Readers) a Merry Christmas.
For all it's worth, I hope that you had a Merry Christmas and I wish you a Blessed 2010.
Remember I mentioned here that I do not take a fancy in making resolutions and sticking by them?
I am publicly declaring that this decade calls for a change.
I have begun engaging in the process of making resolutions, identifying targeted goals and making effort to achieve them. And, I feel immensely good about it.
How's that for turning over a new leaf? It is not even a week into 2010. *sniffles* I amaze myself sometimes.
I vividly reminisce of the moments I shared with 50++ over campers, spanning from 27th to 30th December.
I am writing it down here today, to never let myself forget it.
I loved every moment of it.
I loved worship leading with them, I loved jumping all over the place (and getting breathless afterwards - a sign of old age), I loved praying for and with them, I loved dining with them... I should probably surmise it and say that I just loved it.
To share a little, I know that God has called me out of my comfort zone this year.
He sat me down close to Him and said gently,
"My darling daughter, I want you to sow into lives this year. I want you to make actual time for them, love them and be a radical believer for me. No more are you going to live just for yourself, this is what you must live for. I am preparing you for many new things coming your way. You might not comprehend some of it, but I want you to trust me. Wholehearted trust, absolute surrender. I am and will be holding your hand in mine, all the way."
Because of this, I have shed buckets and buckets of tears. When He calls and speaks so clearly, you can't help but sit up in attention and obey.
I think it is safe to say that the title of this post is my anthem hung high over my life for this year.
Treading into unfamiliar grounds, shaking off the old and embedding in the everlasting new, moving ahead not driven by my own intellect but striving to discern His.
Doubts? A little. Anxiousness? Check. Disbelief? Check (itty-bitty). Excited beyond words? Check. Going all the way to do it? You bet!
Greater things have yet to unravel in this decade. More so than you have ever seen in your life. I am not merely believing it, I know it.
Love you,
M.
Loud cheers resounded, its' background involving crashing of cymbals. Lots of it.
I must confess, I have found this (the above) the best way to usher in a new year. I wouldn't have it any other way.
My apologies for being away for more than a week, not summing up the year or even wishing you (my dear Readers) a Merry Christmas.
For all it's worth, I hope that you had a Merry Christmas and I wish you a Blessed 2010.
Remember I mentioned here that I do not take a fancy in making resolutions and sticking by them?
I am publicly declaring that this decade calls for a change.
I have begun engaging in the process of making resolutions, identifying targeted goals and making effort to achieve them. And, I feel immensely good about it.
How's that for turning over a new leaf? It is not even a week into 2010. *sniffles* I amaze myself sometimes.
I vividly reminisce of the moments I shared with 50++ over campers, spanning from 27th to 30th December.
I am writing it down here today, to never let myself forget it.
I loved every moment of it.
I loved worship leading with them, I loved jumping all over the place (and getting breathless afterwards - a sign of old age), I loved praying for and with them, I loved dining with them... I should probably surmise it and say that I just loved it.
To share a little, I know that God has called me out of my comfort zone this year.
He sat me down close to Him and said gently,
"My darling daughter, I want you to sow into lives this year. I want you to make actual time for them, love them and be a radical believer for me. No more are you going to live just for yourself, this is what you must live for. I am preparing you for many new things coming your way. You might not comprehend some of it, but I want you to trust me. Wholehearted trust, absolute surrender. I am and will be holding your hand in mine, all the way."
Because of this, I have shed buckets and buckets of tears. When He calls and speaks so clearly, you can't help but sit up in attention and obey.
I think it is safe to say that the title of this post is my anthem hung high over my life for this year.
Treading into unfamiliar grounds, shaking off the old and embedding in the everlasting new, moving ahead not driven by my own intellect but striving to discern His.
Doubts? A little. Anxiousness? Check. Disbelief? Check (itty-bitty). Excited beyond words? Check. Going all the way to do it? You bet!
Greater things have yet to unravel in this decade. More so than you have ever seen in your life. I am not merely believing it, I know it.
Love you,
M.
To my heart's treasure; my little boy, Max - Happy Birthday!
You give me the most slobbery kisses in the whole wide world. I love it when you nuzzle against me on the cheek with your cold nose. I love the wonderful cuddles I get from you.
I love you so much. Life would be so very different without you.
Heaps of love, hugs and kisses,
Mumma.
P/S: Major updates coming your way. Hang on. =)
You give me the most slobbery kisses in the whole wide world. I love it when you nuzzle against me on the cheek with your cold nose. I love the wonderful cuddles I get from you.
I love you so much. Life would be so very different without you.
Heaps of love, hugs and kisses,
Mumma.
P/S: Major updates coming your way. Hang on. =)
