Bulletproof

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when I see people hurting. People who feel like they’ve made a wrong turn in life way too many times that they are beyond repentance. People who feel like life is just messed up, people who are heartbroken for the wrong reasons. It makes me feel like crying, I don’t know why too. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been where they were before, and that all of it has changed. It isn’t a smooth and easy journey but the fact remains that at the end of the day, everything just becomes easier when you let go and let God. Sometimes these people don’t really mean much to me but it does something to me when I read the things they say… and I really am compelled to change and turn their whole situation around, if only I could. But I can’t, I can’t, all I know is that only the Truth can. Only the Truth can set them free. The truth that Jesus is healer, strength and refuge, comforter in times of need. The truth that Jesus does love us, however hard it is to believe. The truth that we were all made for so much more than this. The truth that He died to set us free from the exact things and emotions that are trapping us in this endless cycle of self-pity and hurt. I’m so compelled to tell them all these but I’m afraid… I’m afraid of their response. Will their hearts be open enough? I really don’t know. I’m really in need of opportunities. Open doors. God, these people whom I may not know very well, they suddenly feel so precious. God, their lives need change, and only You can, only You and Your supernatural love and power can do that. But I also know… if only they would stop holding onto their lives so tightly. This generation, especially in a society and nation like Singapore, is filled with people who have that self-sufficient mentality. That they need not rely on anyone else, if possible just a few close friends but only when needed or necessary. In fact, most of us grew up that way, even my own dad tells me the same thing since young. Don’t back down, don’t give up, don’t relent, don’t trust just anybody, you are enough for the world. But it’s on this same philosophy where I’ve also realised that hey… I can’t do it all the time. That my own strength will fail me, and it already has, plenty of times. Yet, I’ve never once seen His divine strength fail me. He is good, all time. Yet it’s also a truth that people find so hard to accept, so hard to believe. People find it much easier to think that God is a god who is sadistic and purposely does things to ‘mess up’ our lives so that He can have His own live drama series to watch every time. So that when things go wrong, they have someone to blame. They pray with the wrong motives or pray for situations to turn out the way that isn’t in God’s plan. And when their token prayers turn out fruitless they curse and swear and blame God for the way things have become. Yet, if only they could tune their ears to hear the heartbeat of God… His heart beats for us. And the things that are happening that He allows to happen, these are all so we will start to look beyond our comfortable lifestyle and see the need for supernatural intervention in the midst of every hardship or situation. For a reliance on a God who does have the power to change things. For our hearts to turn away from our sin, and to the cross. For our hearts to be broken and soft, for our hearts to love the King who gave it all for us. How does it truly feel to not have your care and concern for another go reciprocated? There are plenty of people whom I really care for, yet it’s all pretty much one-sided. One example would be my older brother, of which I shan’t bother to elaborate on. Another example would be my friends, whom I’m not really very close to. And it hurts when both choose to accept the counsel and comfort of others… except mine. They just ignore me and my words. I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt me. I am sad. I am really really very sad, yet it’s not the emotional kind of sad. And above all that I also realise that God is also teaching me to see and look at other people’s lives from the eyes of the Father. And oh how my heart breaks. My heart breaks for both Him and His people. It makes me want to cry. It compels me to just want to do more… there must be more than this. It’s time for His people to be free.

David Wilkerson (May 19, 1931 – April 27, 2011)

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I love my cell group.

This picture would’ve been perfect if everyone was present. :)

Quite a handful, not gonna blog about all of it now (maybe next time) but I just wanna say I feel really blessed. That through testings and good times, He is revealing more of Himself to me and is teaching me, guiding me, moulding me. He has a reason for the things He do and although right now I may not understand it or see the big picture, I know for sure I can trust His heart. God is good. He is leading me for sure.

At this point or season in my life I know that the best thing to do is to just throw up my hands, let go of the steering wheel, let God take control. Because somehow, everything becomes so much easier when you let Him take control. Not just reliance, partial reliance, 99.9% reliance… but radical, unreserved, 100% reliance. Of course I’m still learning to come to that place, but baby steps first. 

Cell today was awesome. Lazy to go into details but I know that surely, God is pouring out more and more of His presence every time. Do you feel/sense the change in the atmosphere? I think it happens for a reason, I think it’s also a call to step up because warfare is intensifying. Other than that, Joanne played a song called, “Second Chances” by Hillsong United. Never heard that song before until today… no words can describe how thankful I am for the countless second chances Daddy God has given me. I opened my previous, public blog for a classmate of mine to see for fun, and as I scanned through my blog posts I really marvel at the work done so far. Not that it’s much but God has been moulding me the past year and more, giving me so many second chances every time I fail Him or resist His chastising. I’ve been a disobedient daughter, lost and all but even as I read through all the birthday/Christmas/New Year cards people gave me through the years (I even have the very first card I got… a small heart-shaped card Liz gave me on my birthday all the way back in 2007) and there’s one particular sentence in a card Nick gave me during this New Year:

“To see someone who really quite cui in life, then transformed by God’s grace into a person who is broken YET available for God’s usage now, wow, God is good :)”

It’s really all because He is a God of second chances. When Dylan asked me during cell what God’s favour meant to me… to me His favour meant love. That He loved me through it all, despite my weaknesses and bad points, and His heart is so so heartbroken yet still unselfish and relentless that He would still pour out His blessings. That like a shepherd He’d still go after that one lost sheep. That like a Father He’d still welcome His son home even if he ran away and squandered his wealth away. Who am I that the Lord of all the earth would care to know my name, would care to feel my hurt? Who am I to deserve His favour and blessings? The answer is, love. And recently I asked God, “Why do You love me the way You do?” because honestly, I really don’t understand.

The following day on the train, I saw a mother and her 3 children just laughing and chatting and having such great quality time bonding together. All 3 of her children would happily ask all kinds of curious questions, being children, and their mother would answer them in that motherly and loving kind of tone. And because we were sitting at the last cabin of the train the children were wondering if they could try see who the person operating the train is. So their mother stood up and held them by hand, brought them to the sides to try let them peer into the tinted glass to see if they could see anyone operating the train inside. I don’t think they saw anything or anyone on the other side. But the first thing that came my mind when I saw this scene was, “Hey, that woman is beautiful.” and it’s true. I mean, she looks like the typical Singaporean aunty and if she wasn’t with her children, that is all I’d possibly think of her as a stranger. But it was this scene with her children that made me see something else in this ‘typical aunty’… and it made me miss my own mother at home. There is something about a mother that makes her so beautiful, I don’t even know what words to say. Something about it that reflects His glory.

And I began to see that indeed, although God made man and woman different, both are still created in His own image… so this something I noticed in a mother is also actually a characteristic of God Himself. Then I saw the link… and it made me teary the rest of the train ride, even long after I reached my own destination. Why does God love me the way He does, the way a mother loves her own children despite the things they do to break her heart? I thought about it for a while and felt that well, I suppose it’s because her children are her own flesh and blood. They are a part of one another. Whatever you do cannot take away the biological tie between them. Likewise, we are God’s children. He made us, even knew us by name long before we were born. God’s heart is for us, and there is that God-shaped void in our hearts only He can fill. We are a part of one another. Nothing we do can take away this Creator-masterpiece, Father-child relationship. Nothing we do can make God love us any more or any less than He already does. So why does He love us the way He does? The same reason a mother loves her children the way she does.

God loves me. God loves me. I am so honoured to be the daughter of the Most High. Goodnight and God bless.