Now the sun's shining bright
And it just wont set
'Cause your love is a light and it lights my step
My heart is amazed every day to the next
Your joy overtakes and I can't forget about it
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I cant forget about it
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I cant forget about it

Your promises - newlife worship


I haven't heard a contagiously happy song for awhile. (:





And there's nothing left now
There's only grace..

The river of God sets our feet a-dancing
The river of God fills our hearts with cheer
The river of God fills our mouths with laughter
And we rejoice for the river is here

It's been awhile since I've really laughed and rejoiced in God. it really uplifts me despite my crazy workload...

Jesus, you're my song of freedom!

taken from pages 84 -87 of Edmund Chan's Growing deep in God.

This inspiring story came through an email from Arnold Raubenheimer, a retired mission doctor and gynaecologist living in South Africa. This story was told to Arnold by another mission doctor serving in Africa:

One night, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labour ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (there was no electricity to run an incubator), nor any special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the euator, nights were often chilly, with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.

She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it was our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.

As in the West, it is no use crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa, it might be considered no use crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drug stores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said. "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could easily die if it got chills. I also told them about the two-year old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one 10-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary," And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know that You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say," Amen"? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh yes, I know He can do everything. The bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at the time, and I had never ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large 22- pound parcel. I felt tears prickling my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the packaging strings, carefully undoing each knot.

We unfolded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some 40 pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly coloured, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparked as I gave them out. Then there were knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas- that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the... could it really be? I grasped it eagerly and pulled it out. Yes, a brand-new rubber hot water bottle!

I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front fow of the children. She rushed forward, crying out," If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!"

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked," Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -five months before- in answer to the believing prayer of a 10-year-old to bring it "that afternoon"

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I was really moved to tears reading that.
I'm sorry God that I always belittled your little ones.
Such bold faith.. I am amazed.

zx, here's your little request.. (haha after so long!)


Some little video that i created for the CNY outreach for cell early this year. One year and so much has happened and changed. It's funny. I made the video in hope that someone would respond to it in the outreach yet I seem to have made it for the future me to be really encouraged.

Some day i'll upload some of my animation works. Till then. someone please pray for this really drained me.

mm. I got this really cute email from a friend abt some bunch of researchers asking kids abt love. These two are my favourite!

'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'
Lauren - age 4
I never thought that when I got my hand-me-downs..

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (?!?!)
Karen - age 7
imagine all the people I love.. I'll be blinking like crazy and shooting stars out of my eyes! WAHAHAHA!

mm. On a more serious note, what is love to me?

Love is when God tells me a joke and I end up laughing aloud when I'm alone.. Or when I just feel him smiling at me. (i'm still wishing and wanting to understand His love in a more WOHH way in my heart)

These days I seem to think that I feel loved only when I feel grateful. Gosh. If being loved is a feeling, I'm not sure if I feel loved.. I think I'm so busy I feel a bit hardened and not in touch with my emotions. HMM

I never appreciated the smoothness and the tedious-ness of animation until I was made to do it myself.
HOW HOW HOW? how to do the timings :S

stace myself and steffi


ant nic stace me and steffi

HERE'S A TRIBUTE TO STEFFI WOON PENG!

hahha

a big fat thank you with a hug (that will make anthea jealous)! thank you so much for looking out for me all these weeks since school started. Thank you for being concerned whether i complete ee choo's work (240 drawings) or not, or whether i'm stressed out or not. YOu're like the pastoral care lady or something. MY GURGLING AND WARMEST GRATTITUDE FOR MY LOVELY FRIEND!! I LOVE THEE STEFFI!

ps. I couldn't find a pic of just us alone in my photobucket. My com crashed and the pics went poof

I've never seen gold dust before. Some people at church have.
Have you ever seen how dust catches sunlight? It really is like gold dust. I was just lying in bed in the afternoon, and gazing at the dust turned golden in the sun felt surreal. It's like I was transformed into some disney movie or something. The gold dust was floating away and floating towards me. Mesmerizing. Imagine. That's the power of light. The worthless speck of dust, so dirty and pesty, becomes golden and precious when the light shines through it. The power of Light transforms. Jesus did that for me. (:

Mm, then I was reading John 1:5 And the Light shines on in the darkness, for the darkness has never overpowered it[put it out or absorbed it, and is unreceptive to it] (Amplified version) It dawned on me, no amount of darkness can make the glowing light grow fainter. If it's dim, it's because of the light source, not the darkness. Darkness cannot get any darker, but a dim light gets stronger. Victory is given to me! I think I need a mindset transplant though.