Sorry. Let me re-phrase that.
Yes, I am STILL awake.
I haven't slept since 8am yesterday morning.
I pulled an all-nighter the previous night too.
I now have dark eye circles the size of dinner plates. Yay me!
Wretched RFM. >(
Every move that you make
Is part of His plan
In spite of being sure that I'm walking in His will, obedience didn't come with a guarantee that Rough Times won't show up every once in awhile.
It has been a tough week. I don't know what to feel, I don't know how to respond. I don't know if I had indeed made the right choice being uprooted from my comfortable patch on the island and transferred to a city. I feel as though I have not slept in years and all I feel like doing is closing my eyes; for a long long time.
And meant to be here making this world so much more
Than it would be without you in it
I don't know if I had done any part of the first half of that chorus. At one time, I was fully convinced that I made a difference, that I meant something, that I carried change in my heart and life where I went. Now, not so.
And singing the songs you've been given to sing
Gift - What a beautiful word. I love gifts.
I always believe that when a gift is kept or restrained, its' purpose is defeated. A gift is never a gift until it is shared. Let me re-phrase that. A gift can never be a gift unless it is shared.
I once had a dream - to share my gift, to pour out of myself completely into ministry with the gifts that He has entrusted to me. I seem to be doing none of that now.
Last Sunday as Pr. Kenneth shared about loving Him more than the gifts and blessings that He has placed upon our lives and in our hands, I teared up. Because, I wrote about it once and, it was a difficult post to write. Because, I never imagined it being so tough. It convicted me, yes. More than that, my heart misses doing what it loves.
Beautifully meant to be
You were meant to be
I believe with all my heart that there is more to life than this.
I choose to believe that the dreams that I have, it's real and not an illusion; that it will materialise and come to pass in this lifetime.
I want to believe that I'm meant to be dreaming those dreams; or at least be able to share it to someone who will identify with the dreams and take on the baton if it is not mine to carry till the end.
Dictionary.com tells me that sarcasm is "a sharply ironical taunt; sneering or cutting remark."
I came across a different definition, which I prefer and like a lot more, when compared to the first one.
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Debra, you are most welcome for dinner tonight. Thank you for your Chatime treat: Mango green tea (slight sugar and no ice) with aloe vera.
When In A Boring Lecture - Suggestion to Self-Entertain #1
Reminder: Always ASK first if she allows you to do so. You wouldn't want to leave the lecture room with a ring of shame on your eye.
Reading of a Facebook acquaintance losing her young husband due to a recent sports injury only after being married for 6 months is heart-breaking, sobering and incredibly difficult.
The only comfort and consolation is the knowledge that he has gone in glory to be with our Heavenly Father and we will see Him once again, some day.
The news took its' toll on me.
It made me reevaluate my own life thoroughly.
I hope with all my heart that when that day comes for me, I would have left a legacy; not carved on stone but, imprinted on hearts.
I was worshiping this morning and He reminded me of what I wrote yesterday.
It was a reminder of love, that I am His completely and He, mine, also totally.
I then came home to this.
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Dearest readers,
Know that YOU are precious. YOU are treasured. YOU are never forgotten. Life every day is worth living, worth holding out for, worth waiting in hope for because HE is our Hope of Glory.
The lyrics of the song goes, "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow" - It is not a couple of words strung together to make up part of a song. It is HIS truth.
We embrace a new day with renewed strength, enlarged hearts and fresh purpose because He lives, IN us. And because He lives IN us, we are more than conquerors; we are overcomers saved by grace, created for good works.
Melissa.
It seems to me that every day - each morning, through the course of the day and as we lay our heads on our pillow every night - we need to remind ourselves of this truth.
Let me leave you with one of my favourite scriptures - I've written about it {here} and {here} - found in Romans 8:38-39. It says,
None of this fazes us because Jesus LOVES us.
I'm absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us."
(The Message version, emphasis mine)
They say that Time heals all wounds.
I never believed it then, and I still do not believe it today.
However, I came across a quote that busts the overrated, overused and over-quoted proverb left, right and in the face today.
"Love, NOT Time, heals all wounds."
Anonymous
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Now, THAT is true.
Boys and men of the world, Listen Up.
Yes, we girls and women have rules. Not just one and you can bet your last dollar that we don't stop at 10. And yes, we are complex, intricate and emotional. Yet, you fall head over heels for us sooooooo bad. Why? Because, we're awesome like that.
So yes, rules.
We have long, sprawling lists that we skim through every now and then.
Here's the scoop: The length of a woman's list depends on the number of guys she has seen and dated. You'd know the amount of jerks she has gone out with just by the size of that list, I kid you not.
Rules are good, not necessarily all the time but they are needed; like rule #17 here that I have shared with you folks today.
However, we just never told you that rule #17 is actually rule #1 (2 or 3, for some people I know :p).
Dearest Darren and Esther,
Thank you for giving me the honour to worship lead on your Big Day. I pray that God's hand of protection be upon the both of you always, His cords of love bind you together with joy and His faithfulness and abundant blessings be showered upon your lives.
Much much love,
Melissa.
16 hours after posting the above status, my throat wasn't getting any better; it pained me to swallow, breathing became an effort because my nose was blocked and I was coughing non-stop.
An hour later, I paid the doctor a visit and came home with this {points below}.
A snooze later (the flu medication has drowsy after-effects) and my throat is healing up; feeling less sore.
Looking forward to be up and running asap; throat, nose and chest all healed up.
I saw this on my Mum's wall a little while ago (Yes people, my Mother is now finally on Facebook).
For those who find a couple of words in the screenshot above foreign, allow me to translate it for your reading pleasure:
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My parents became Ah Kong and Ah Ma?! From whom did they get their grandbabies?!
I am unattached (and loving it!) and my sister is even further away from walking down the aisle than myself.
Scrolling down and I noticed this {points below} at the left sidebar.
It is not a guarantee, but I am pretty sure that my profile photo with Baby Chloe contributed a whole lot to this man's assumption.
#To those who are still not in the know, Baby Chloe is a resident favourite here at Chatty Lass. She made her appearances {here}, {here} and {here}.
I love being thoughtful and I love thoughtful people. I also love giving gifts and receiving 'em. Put the two and two together and you'll get that I LOVE thoughtful gifts.
It doesn't take much to give a person a gift which he/she will adore and cherish, for a long long time. It only takes some thought and a lot of heart when buying a gift.
I got one today. And, I'm beaming like the sunshine while looking at it.