tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68195106400473726622024-03-14T05:50:55.214+08:00Just a Closer WalkElainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-65286938488503067402013-06-26T00:12:00.001+08:002013-09-02T23:34:46.790+08:00Psalm 27<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tonight's reading was Psalm 27. I can almost hear King David singing the song....well, a modern version of it.
Then, I remember my favorite Stuart Townend song (which I just found out was a hymn based from Psalm 27).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- that all the troubles and waiting in this life will definitely be worth it because one day, I will dwell in the house of the Lord and see His face, forever.</span></div>
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<br />Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-56790091095029747572013-06-18T13:19:00.000+08:002013-09-02T23:35:16.349+08:00Achi Perl and Jakarta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was a very sad news that made me and my husband hurriedly searched the net and booked our way to Jakarta. One of our ninangs in our wedding, Achi Perl was diagnosed with Stage 4 bone cancer earlier this year. And so, with our tickets secured, leaves approved, Eldee, Dan and I found ourselves on a flight en route to Jakarta to visit Achi Perl.</span><br />
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I met Achi Perlita thru Dan 3 years ago (we were just bf-gf then). She is a picture of strong and independent woman. She is confident, smart and very funny. Many could be said about her (not to mention, people love her! very evident during our wedding...hahah!), but there are two things that I really admire about Achi Perl - her passion for God and her passion to seek and save the lost.</span><br />
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Achi Perl is a missionary in Indonesia. Even before I knew her, her heart was already set for the Muslim. She'd also been a missionary in Palawan (where she evangelised to Tagbanua tribe) and Davao. Her whole life was devoted to God and His people. Before, I thought she was insane - to leave her family/friends just to go to a strange place ALONE (she's still single by the way) to teach and spread the Good News. But now, I really admire her courage and sacrifices to follow and heed God's call. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Regarding Achi Perl's condition, we were so relieved to find her okay, and very well loved and taken care by her peers! :)</span><br />
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Previously, I had this notion that if you are in the mission field, you live in tacky, old, dirty place. And with Achi Perl's illness (which was not so obvious because she even walked faster than me and Dan!!! >.<), it might be too much bear. But that is not what we saw. Achi Perl lives in a condo (with a swanky pool). Her place is just a tumbling away from the mall, near the taxi stand, laundry shops, restaurants, etc. Everything was so convenient. </span><br />
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We also learned that she has colleagues living within the condo so in case something happens, there are people she can call. In a way, we were relieved, and thankful to God for being so gracious to Achi Perl. To me, it's a testimony that God provides and is faithful to those who trust and obey Him.</span><br />
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We were also blessed to visit the Achi Perl's school, where she is the chaplain. I had the opportunity to share my testimony with the primary school kids and it was really nerve-wracking (my stage fright kicked-in!!). All in all, it was a good experience! :)</span><br />
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Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-6078588864616875292013-06-06T18:46:00.003+08:002013-09-02T23:36:26.577+08:00Half a Year<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We survived! Woohooo! We made it thru 6 months of being husband and wife!!</span><br />
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The road was bumpy. There were arguing, forgiving, compromising and adjusting. But at the end, we are still together... bounded by love and forgiveness (yes, cheezzzyyy!!) and by God's grace and sustenance (lots and lots of it!! :) ),</span><br />
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From the beginning, I knew that marriage is not a bed roses. And I want to thank my husband for not making it a bed of thorns either. hahaha!</span><br />
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Lemme share our wedding SDE (I know it's been long overdue!)</span><br />
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I still get goosebumps and kilig every time I watch it (even hearing the music). Sometimes, we wonder, was it really us (on the vid)? Did it really happen? It was such a fun and blessed day. And I pray that whenever the going gets tough, I will remember that day, all the kilig, promises, love and hope. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-87614395608551418492013-03-27T23:53:00.000+08:002013-09-02T23:36:49.276+08:003-28-13<br />
Before the clock hits 12 midnight, and the whole universe screams that this year will be my last of being 20-something years old (ooohhh nooo!), let me look a bit back and a little forward into the pages of my life.<br />
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...enters melancholy music :D<br />
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I realised how funny things turned up because I've never been that kind of girl who plans (even my husband can attest!). There are people who have their whole lives planned out - that they should be this or that at certain age....and I am absolutely not one of them! I never planned to be a DLSU graduate at 20, a mainframe developer at 21 and an OFW here in Singapore (still now, I cannot believe this) at 24. I never imagined knowing God and His People at 23!<br />
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And because of this unplanned life, that I am thankful to God. Every moments and every stages in my life seem accidental to me, but for God, they are certainly not. He has everything planned out! He is the Author of my life (His promise and also my hope). <i>Sino ba naman ang di maghohope kapag ang Author ng life mo ay yung</i> the best and out of this world/universe (the One that time and space cannot contain, the Alpha and Omega)! :)<br />
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Now I am finding a hard to look forward <i>coz I don't plan nga..</i> :) But lemme just enumerate some of the things that I wanted to do and achieve (with God's guidance and blessing) , at the least on my 29th year on earth:<br />
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1. Adapt on my new roles and responsibilities at home, career and ministry.<br />
2. Be more productive - less time on social media apps and more time for Bible-reading, blog-writing...anything that would nourish my mind, soul, and body.<br />
3. Exercise more :)<br />
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<br />Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-88716588357556403062012-11-19T01:37:00.001+08:002013-11-22T23:07:52.426+08:00Taming the Dragon (A Post About Submission)T-13.<br />
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13 days?!! Oh boy! Where did the days go?! Our wedding day is just so around the corner...YIKES!!! I CANNOT BILIB IT!!! (okay, all exclamation points should stop right here. hihih) :)<br />
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Since our big day is fast approaching, we decided to finish our stationaries by last week. And by God's grace we were able to finish most of them. Gaaah! It was such a relief.<br />
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You see, me and Dan are sooooo involved in this wedding - even which pasta goes into which bowl in our table centerpiece, we both make the call. Sometimes we finish tasks easy breezily. But sometimes it takes us millions of years! Conflicts arise when both of us have opposing views (like when we have different opinion on what are necessary or just plain kaartehan). And being the bridezilla bratty me, I want to get things my way. I know it is wrong but I CANNOT HELP IT!<br />
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The Bible calls wives to be<i> submit to your husbands, as to the Lord</i> (Ephesians 5:22).<br />
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I know!! IT IS NOT EASY! Pride and some feminist views get in the way at times. Or there are days when I'll say, "my way is better" or "ikaw kasi kahit anu-ano lang, okay na". I cannot just let go of things sometimes.<br />
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One of the reasons (I think) why I won't submit to Dan is I do not TRUST him enough....that we he would make the best decision and that he cares about what I want. Ako naman kasi, nauunahan kaagad ng tampo and emotion kaya drama queen kaagad ang peg. But now I realize, he hasn't done anything that he didn't think through (and through and through to the nth level). Si Dan pa! One of the things I like about him is that he is very responsible. And the lola in me, always forget that! Oh, screwed up me...<br />
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As our wedding day approaches, may God continually change my heart from being an aggressive and dominating one to a trustful and submissive one. I definitely cannot do it alone, but I know God (Who sustains me each day) can.<br />
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Tonight's Prayer: <i>Heavenly Father, Thank You for bringing Dan into my life 6 years ago. Thank You for sustaining him, showering him with Your love and patience to withstand all my quirkiness and sometimes evil me. Thank You for not making him come to his senses, even asking my hand for marriage...Lord God, after two weeks, I will be one with Dan. I pray that may You mold to be a suitable partner for him, trusting and supporting him always. I know I am still far far away from being a perfect / ideal wife. But I do not trust myself, I trust You (a quote from Ptr Jeff's wife). I know You will never forsake and leave me. Amen.</i><br />
<br />Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-22542056928548955842012-11-02T23:02:00.001+08:002013-09-02T23:37:30.959+08:00Wedding DIY: Pouchette / Petal Envelope
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1 month to go, and I will be a Mrs. Danilo Chua!! Imagine?!? ONE MONTH!! I am excited, nervous and panicky all the same time. It's like there's a whirlpool of emotions going on inside me. :)<br />
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Lately, I find blogging as some sort of relaxation and relief. Or maybe, I just need an outlet...hahahah! Since I don't have anyone to share my excitement and rants with (other than Dan), I just write everything here (journals are made for that, right?). I also decided not to create a separate blog/wedsite for our wedding. I just find it a waste of cyberspace coz there's no more use for it after the wedding (just my opinion)...or maybe I am just plain lazy? hahah!
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Anyway, today I'll share our DIY petal envelopes for our pre-wedding celebrations. Yes, PRE-WEDDING! and not just for one, but for two pre-wedding celebrations... :) By God's grace, Dan's both side of the family were blessed with big families. And since our wedding venue can only accommodate 250 guests, we cannot invite them all on our big day. Thank you for my future in-law's kindness for arranging everything and also for their generosity for footing the bill. Yey! :D<br />
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You can find a lot of DIY instructions for petal envelope on the web, but some requires a lot of tools (like protractors, bone folders, cutter machines, etc.). For my pouchette, these are just the materials that I used:<br />
- A2 vellum paper (got it for SGD1.2 at Fancy Paper, Bugis)<br />
- ruler<br />
- pencil<br />
- eraser<br />
- typewriting paper<br />
- scissor<br />
- brush (optional)
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Step 1: Go to <a href="http://www.printablepaper.net/category/polar_graph">Printable Paper</a> site and print the polar graph with 15 degrees angle and 1/4 inch radial. Cut to desired size (my invite is 6 inches, so I cut a 6 1/4" diameter circle. Fold the circle into half.<br />
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Step 2: Get the vellum paper. Fold it lengthwise.<br />
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Step 3: Fold again the paper into 3 even pieces, then cut. By now, you should have 6 12"x12" square vellum pieces.<br />
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Step 4: Get a piece of the vellum paper and the ruler. Draw a box with the same size as your base circle. Get and trace your "improvised" protractor to create the flaps. Cut to have something like this (this will be your trace paper):<br />
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Step 5: Before folding, you may want to erase the traces. You may use a brush to wipe off the dirt.<br />
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Step 6: Fold each flap in to form the pouchette. Create folds with your finger or a ruler to help the flaps lay flat.<br />
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Step 7: Insert your invite...then, taaaddaaahh!<br />
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At first, I was contemplating if I will just buy online and have them delivered from US. Thank God I did not coz I saved more than 40SGD from shipment and stuff! I also thank God for my very loving and supportive fiancé who stayed up with me til wee hours to cut and fold the papers. :)<br />
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More DIYs to come :)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-19835177135916068752012-10-25T00:50:00.002+08:002013-09-02T23:40:00.581+08:00All About ChangesT-38.<br />
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I may exude calmness and 'everythin' is all right' demeanor about our wedding preps but deep inside I am screaming, "Our wedding's gonna be SOOOOO SOON, and I am not yet ready!!!".<br />
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It's not just about wedding preparation - the table seating, which we haven't finalised, Dan's DREADED first dance which I haven't figured out yet, and others stuff....<br />
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It's just that, I am still not ready to face the CHANGES that's gonna happen in my life.
I am not good with changes. I worry about the changes that those changes would bring into my day-to-day life. I hate all the inconveniences and all the adjustments, like when Dan was accepted at Visa, I cried like a baby (because I won't see him as much anymore). When I first heard Eldee (Dan's sister) would study here, I worried that she would bother us all time. Even the minute things - the bathroom when we moved house, the finger scanner in the office (before, we used card access).<br />
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For our upcoming marriage/wedding, here are the changes that I am a little squeamish about:<br />
1. Change of my <b>name title from Ms. to Mrs </b><br />
- It's just that I feel so old (yes! I am still in denial. hahahah! )<br />
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2. Change of my <b>surname from Sia to Chua </b><br />
- Don't get me wrong, I like Chua. There's nothing wrong with. It's just that it is so hard to let go of my precious father's name that has been with me for 28 years of my life.<br />
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3. Change where<b> I should now submit to someone</b><br />
- To submit to my parents, to the government, to my bosses is natural (but still, sometimes I fail... :( ) But to submit to Dan is such a struggle. Is it because I am the eldest in my family, and he's the middle child? Or because I am months older? I don't know...<br />
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4. Change that <b>I</b> <b>should not always think about myself</b>, but Dan and my future kids (if God will provide).<br />
- Because sometimes, I tend to be selfish<br />
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T-38, and I am still thinking about all these things!! I don't know what to do but I am convinced that God would get me through me this.<br />
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Tonight's Prayer:
<i>Heavenly Father, thank You for bringing us this far in our wedding preparation. As we prepare for our big day, help us prepare our hearts and minds for marriage. As a new season of life unfolds before our eyes, we are confident that You will be with us in each step, as You've been with us all this time. Help us not to worry, not to rely on ourselves but on You. Because we know that You are faithful and You don't change. You are the Author of our lives and all its seasons of changes has been written lovingly by Your Hands. Help us to cling on you always. In Jesus Christ's precious name, I pray. Amen.</i>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-53451376344482394172011-10-09T05:08:00.034+08:002013-09-02T23:39:35.893+08:00A Broken and Unthankful Heart<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><<</span><the a="" all="" and="" are="" be="" by="" could="" days="" entries="" few="" fragile="" goodness="" grace="" have="" help="" his="" hope="" how="" i="" intended="" lord="" lovingkindness="" man="" may="" me="" memoir="" my="" next="" of="" only="" our="" period="" remember="" reminded="" renewed="" style="font-style: italic;" that="" the="" these="" to="" was="" when=""></the></span><span style="font-style: italic;">The next few entries are intended to serve as a memoir of a period of my life, when I was reminded by the Lord how fragile a man is, and only by His grace and mercy, that I could have a hope of a renewed heart...and a renewed life. May all these help me to remember the goodness and lovingkindness of our Lord, all the days of my life.</span><span style="font-style: italic;">>></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">It was almost 2 months ago when I was diagnosed to have an ASD (atrial septal defect). I can still vividly recall what happened that day...an ordinary annual check-up turned into a nightmare. I can still remember how I lie down chilling, my body uncontrollably shivering, while the Filipina radiologist performed an ultrasound on my heart.<br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">She said, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Nalulungkot naman ako para sa'yo..." </span><br />I asked, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Mamatay na ba ako?" </span><br />She said, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Ano ka ba! May sagot naman diyan..."</span><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">A TEE (transesophageal echocardiogram) confirmed the ultrasound results. Everything was a shock. All these days, I thought I am pretty much normal...I played the chinese garter (10-20) tirelessly in grade school. I trained for the basketball team in high school. I swim. I play tennis. I join marathons. I go for badminton. I ride roller coasters. Not a sign. So how could it be? How did I not know? That for 27 years, I have this hole, an almost 2-inches rupture in my heart?<br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">It took me days to sink it all in (ganun yata talaga ako..). But thank God for Dan, for being clear-headed, and for arranging immediately what needs to be done first - search for a good doctor and hospital, get all the test results from Raffles Hospital, help me look at my finances, and send email to family and friends for (emotional and spiritual support). <br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">At first, I was asking a lot of questions, and a bit worried...why we just found it now? Is it too late? Will I be going for heart surgery? Can we find good doctors and hospital? Where are we going to do the procedure? in the Philippines or Singapore? Will my savings be able to pay for it? Will my insurance cover for it? Endless questions....<br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">Then, I remembered the song that Dan and I sang that night, before I underwent the TEE. A part of that Matt Redman song goes like this....<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"I will offer up my life in spirit and truth.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Pouring out the oil of love as my worship to You.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">In surrender I must give my every part;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Lord, receive the sacrifice of a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">broken heart</span>.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Chorus:<br />Jesus, what can I give, what I can bring</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">To so faithful a Friend, to so loving a King?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Savior, what can be said, what can be sung?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">As a praise of Your name for the things You have done.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Oh my words couldn't tell, not even in part</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">of the debt of love that is owned by this <span style="font-weight: bold;">thankful heart.</span>"</span><br /> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">My heart is broken, but I forgot to be thankful. I had forgotten how the Lord sustained me for 27 years without pain and discomfort. I had forgotten to thank Him, that this ASD of mine can be left undetected. I failed to understand His perfect timing, that we found out about this now that I am in working in Singapore, and not much of a burden to my family. I failed to be grateful, that I was diagnosed in a time when the catheter procedure is available and still doable while I'm young and healthy.<br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">What did I give and bring to our faithful and loving King? Ungratefulness! Oh, shame upon me! Now that we are studying Deuteronomy, I realized that I am no different from the Jews, who grumbled at the Lord. I forgot to trust and obey Him.....May the Lord forgives this ungrateful heart.<br /><br />After all these reflections, I've finally stopped worrying. With the help of the Holy Spirit, I try to look through God's lenses why all these are happening in my life. And to be always grateful, because everything works with His purpose, and for His glory.</span>Now I know what it means when the radiologist said there is a solution. Yes there is... and I believe God has it.<br />
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<br />Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-30884632930907599492010-08-21T03:29:00.027+08:002010-10-20T00:39:46.178+08:00A Reminder to Self<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">On nights that you break down, cry yourself to sleep, wanting and thinking of things not at hand, ponder and reflect on this:</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">It is harder for us to be grateful for things that we do have. And easier for us to be despondent for things we don't have. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Whatever life may (or may not) bring, remember that you are so much blessed (soooo much than you think).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Graciously and wonderfully blessed that you have...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- a perfectly abled body (10 fingers, 10 toes, everything is where and doing what it is supposed to be..this one pa lang winner ka na!) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- a loving family and adorable friends waiting at home</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- food to eat, roof for shelter, clothes to wear</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- work to keep you busy</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- money to spend and share in your pocket</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- a boyfriend (di ba? you thought you'll be an old hag)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- ARPC and encouraging pastors and fellowships</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- passion and joy for cooking and baking</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- work (again?) in Singapore (who would have thought, di ba?)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">.....[the list is endless]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And this one, alway keep in mind. Even though one or all of the enumerations above may have gone, most importantly, God had and has you...graciously chosen, mercifully saved and eternally loved.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">What more could you ask for? :)</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-49381278916071498662010-08-14T04:46:00.022+08:002010-08-21T02:45:31.799+08:00A Bit of Tentmaker's Tale<span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I have been in Singapore for more than two years, and it is always a big treat every time I go back to my earthly home - Manila. :D<br /><br />Whenever I am back, a plethora of emotions consumes my heart. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">In this post, please let the OFW within me (though I cannot still believe I am one :-) ) share a bit of emo every time I come home:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Seeing familiar faces and letting my palate delight on home-cooked Filipino meals, who would not be? :-)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grief/Dismay.</span> Also seeing the 'familiars' and noticing how much deteriorated they have become is such a heart breaker. Urban decay is everywhere. Everything seems not maintained. Even the traffic and pedestrian signal lights do not work. I find myself comparing and wondering why can't the place I love be a lovable place like Singapore. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Envy.</span> Every time I meet with friends, I cannot help but feel a tinge of it. Just a call away and they are on the comforts of each other or their families. Likewise, even though they work here in Manila, it seems that they could still afford the things they fancy (like an overseas trip!) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sense of Urgency.</span> Since I always stay here only for a week, I need to be productive every single day. There are doctors to be consulted, friends to be met (hairstylist included), goods to be bought, things and catching-up to be discussed and most importantly, gospel to be shared to my unbelieving friends and family.<br /><br /></span>=================================================================<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes, I do wonder...why do I still have to leave? Everything that I desire is here (uhhmm, traffic and flood are exceptions).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But I believe it is not His. God has provided so many avenues in Singapore for me (and Dan) to grow spiritually - our membership in ARPC is one. Also in my heart, I believe there are soooo much to learn first before I settle back here. I still do not know what exactly they are and what are the things I have to go through to learn them, but certainly I need to be prepared and equipped before I come back here for good.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />And with regards to my worries here, (well, mostly concerning my family), may God help me lift everything unto Him. He holds everything in His hands. He is in control</span><span style="font-family:arial;">. Definitely.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div></div>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-59834320951089290602010-07-21T00:42:00.016+08:002010-08-28T23:46:54.309+08:00Lesson from the Fig Tree<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />In our DG session tonight, we discussed about Jesus cursing the fig tree. At first glance, it seems really ridiculous - why curse a fig tree that was doing nothing?! And in the first place, figs were not yet in season. So why expect a fruit hanging on the tree's branches?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As we go through the discussion, we learned the deeper understanding behind these passages. First, we understood the botanical nature of a fig tree. During Jesus' times, buds were expected to develop around March. Leaves grew from April to May, and fruits were anticipated around June.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mark 11:13 says that the fig tree Jesus found was 'in leaf' but found nothing on it. This suggests that the tree was barren - no buds, thus no fruits. In appearance, it seemed fruitful, but in reality it was not.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This struck me the most. Do I, a recently baptized and self-professed Christian, bear fruit as I was expected (and called) to? Yes, I attend the worship services, go to DG sessions (not just 1 but 2 groups), and serve in the Rhoda fellowship. But are these just for a show? Just like the leaves on the barren tree, are these activities meant to deceit people that I am godly and fruitful but deep inside, I am hollowed?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Right now, I am just throwing those questions at myself, seeking wisdom from God to help me find the answers. And I pray with a contrite heart, for God to forgive me if I've been like that fig tree.<br /><br /></span></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-1133049094475419502010-06-22T23:28:00.018+08:002011-10-09T05:22:03.099+08:00Baptismal Testimony<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><< Though I was ever-so excited to see the day when I will be water-baptized, I also dreaded that day, when I have to write my baptismal testimony.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> You see, I have always thought of myself as a poor writer. And to write one of the most important compositions of my life haunted me. But by God's grace, I have done it! To God be the glory! >></span><br /><br />I was born and raised to a Catholic family. Back then, I thought I was doing pretty well in life - I didn't hurt anybody, I read the Bible once in a while, went to mass every Sunday and prayed the rosary. I even went to a Catholic school.<br /><br />I was oblivious to how grave my situation is until my then-officemate shared the gospel and invited me to attend a worship service of a Filipino-Chinese Church near our place. At first, I was irritated and made every excuses not to go. To stop him, I finally accepted the invite. "It's just one Sunday, and the church is nearby anyway", I thought.<br /><br />At first, I was impressed by the grandeur of the church. The place was very well-kept. There were sermon handouts. The pastor had a good message prepared, and the people were very nice and welcome-y. These things made me come back week after week, supplying me with more knowledge about God and the Bible. But my heart was still hardened. I still didn't accepted Him as Lord and Ruler of my life.<br /><br />Things had changed when I joined another church's youth camp. During my one-on-one session with our group counselor, she invited me to pray the sinner's prayer, but I declined. I was scared of the huge and life-long commitment (you know, you're dealing with God!). But she explained that even faith comes from God. After that session, in my room, I prayed to God, submitted all my fears to Him, asked for His forgiveness, and let Him take charge of my life.<br /><br />Since then, my perspective in life had changed. I'm not anymore the person who lives to get what I want and strives hard to be what I wish to become. Living a single day with Him as the focus : to fear and love the God Who laid down Himself so that a worthless sinner like me can live, keeps me now going.<br /><br />I am still a work-in-progress, I still have my fears while being inflicted by my brokenness. But I believed that God promised that "neither death, nor life...nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us [me] from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord".<br /><br />I am, and will never be fulfilled as each day I walk closer with Him. All thanks and praises to God!<br /><br /></span>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-17699820522956142482010-06-21T00:01:00.008+08:002010-06-21T00:31:43.392+08:00Getting It Right<span style="font-family:arial;">It is been a while since I write...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Life has been pretty fast lately. The sad thing is I don't know if I am becoming a better person or not.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Work has been pretty challenging and time-consuming for a while now. And with the remaining time I have, I spend either being in front of my laptop or with Dan, who I love so much, I just want to be with him every time. I am also struggling physically - age is catching up on me and I feel uglier and fatter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Spiritually, I am so distant from God. I read the Bible less. I do miss my QT often. I do things that I am not supposed to do, even though I know it's written in the Bible. I am so so ashamed of myself. So ashamed that I hide myself from Him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's ironic that I am saying (...or writing) all these 2 weeks before my Baptismal ceremony.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> And i want to quit...not the baptism, but all these slacking and being distracted with earthly things.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want and I need to be right with God, again. Not just in time for the ceremony, but for the rest of my life.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Honestly, I do miss Him. Let David's prayer be my prayer for tonight...</span><br /><blockquote style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Create in me a pure heart, O God, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > and renew a steadfast spirit within me.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Do not cast me from your presence </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > or take your Holy Spirit from me.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Restore to me the joy of your salvation </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Then I will teach transgressors your ways, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > and sinners will turn back to you.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Save me from bloodguilt, O God, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > the God who saves me, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > and my tongue will sing of your righteousness. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > - Psalm 51:10-14</span></span><br /></span></div></blockquote>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-9469397810057110392009-02-24T07:51:00.001+08:002009-08-10T02:05:15.032+08:00Broken<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;">Today, I gave myself a rest. Rest from work, rest from any relationships, rest from all the hurlyburlies of the world. I just want to stay, lock myself up in my room and in solitude, rethink, what's going on.<br /><br />Life had been very fast since a year ago. And I was just amazed how things can be totally changed in just a year - the environment, relationships, perspectives, goals, and faith that I believe in and hold on to. A year back, the way things are now were really unimaginable, very far-fetched.<br /><br />At first, changes are really overwhelming. It gives the adrenaline rush of going through the unknown and the euphoria of exploring and experiencing new things. But when all the dust settled and everything go through as mere routines, the wonders and excitement fade. Everything, from being bright once turns dull and gray. Days go on, and I find myself barely trying to make it through each day. Now, I am weary - physically burned out, mentally exhausted, emotionally drained and spiritually dried up.<br /><br />At first, I was trying to delude myself. I said I am happy - I am here with Dan in SG and I am consistent with reading the Bible, praying and attending Sunday worship and fellowships. I am strong - I know that although work is mentally exhausting (not to mention, not so financially rewarding) but at least, I get to enjoy learning more techie stuffs. I know I can get through it until my contract expires.<br /><br />But just as the sun cannot be forever concealed under the dark clouds, so is the wearing sadness within. Now, I am just tired, plain tired of deceiving myself that everything is okay, but it is not.<br /><br />All these days, I have been relying on my strength, guiding myself with my own wisdom. I have been so dependent on Dan for emotional support and comfort. Yet, I feel so lost and miserable.<br /><br />Then, last Sunday, I found myself pondering on a quote mentioned by Pastor Edmund Fong during 'Just For Newcomers' talk at ARPC.<br /><br />"Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in thee." - Augustine<br /><br />Yes, my heart is restless and troubled. And all along I have been turning to temporal happiness to soothe it, to divert my attention away. But these do not solve the problem, they just hide it. My heart is still governed by all its anxieties.<br /><br />Albeit the Spirit whispers to turn myself to our Father, He Who gives rest to those who are tired and weary (Matthew 11:28), I just cannot. I feel so undeserving, so ashamed by my brokenness. Right now, I am still groping, trying to pick myself up. But now I know Whose hands I need to reach to, to Whom I need to put my trust and confidence to. I believe, He will not forsake me.<br /><blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"><br />And the LORD will guide you continually<br />and satisfy your desire in scorched places<br />and make your bones strong;<br />and you shall be like a watered garden,<br />like a spring of water,<br />whose waters do not fail.<br />- Isaiah 58:11<br /></span></div></blockquote><br /></span>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-77736260170321781322008-10-20T00:42:00.024+08:002010-07-21T00:59:10.917+08:00Waiting for His Coming<span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Three more days and I can't hardly wait. It's been weeks, months since I've anticipated, patiently waited for this. Because finally, this Thursday, I'll be able to see Dan's face once again. And not just for a few days, but for many days to come.Ü</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> By God's grace, he was able to get a job here in Singapore. I was really happy the moment I knew about it. The idea of us exploring every corner of Singapore, sharing meals, and doing things together delighted my mind and excited my heart. I was busy preparing since then (we've only got 2 weeks!) - looking for his room, thinking of things he needed to buy there, and I here, etc.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And now three more days on my countdown - preparations have been done, a room has been found, plans have been sorted out. Everything seems set and ready.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But now, as I reflect on all the things I've done for Dan these past few days, there's one thing that the Holy Spirit asked and whispered to me - "What are you doing for your Savior's coming?" "Are you prepared?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I was really struck by the realization of this. And I was reminded, that my whole life is a story of waiting, anticipating and preparing for His coming.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Jesus told us in Mark 13:33 to be alert and be ready for we don't know when the time will come. If that time is now and If I see Christ's face today, I couldn't look at His countenance. If He ask what I've done for Him, I do not know what I'll say. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm deeply ashamed right now. My soul grieves with this realization. I humbly ask for forgiveness for my attitude and for not being a true servant.<br /><br />Yet my whole being is thankful to the Holy Spirit for always..always reminding me that I should lead my life in full anticipation and expectation of Jesus Christ's coming. I really don't know exactly how right now. And I pray, that may the Holy Spirit will lead me, guide me, show me how. Amen.<br /><br /></span>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819510640047372662.post-6291577645411595692008-09-07T00:06:00.034+08:002009-09-22T20:35:37.589+08:00All Things New<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" > </span><br /><blockquote style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > passed away; behold, the new has come</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >." - 2 Corinthians 5:17</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">How wonderful and sweet it is to have a new breath of life.....</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A new beginning! A fresh start! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />......and a new blog for me.Ü<br /><br />Yay! It's sooo good to start blogging again. It's been four months...four months since I trod on a new journey, a new 'trip' embarked with new experiences, new relationships, new environment, new joys and challenges.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ü</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />I remember how this journey began - from the first time I got a phone call until the time I packed my belongings, bid my farewells, and flew here in Singapore. It was my first time to be alone. And I was not sure if I was fully equipped against the new challenges of being far away from home, miles away from my beloved family and friends. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But I was wrong. A few months ago, I met a very special Person.....and He's all that I need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's a funny thing because before I met Him, He's already been doing His works on me. Even before all these began, I did not know He's already preparing me for this journey. And before I knew it, I was a different person.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I won't say that life is easy now, that the journey is smooth-sailing. I still get lost (figuratively and literally out of streets in Singapore.Ü). I still fear and feel sad when I think I am alone. I still fall and stumble.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But I know I will never be alone in this walk. Lord, let me walk closer with You.</span>Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067896389837763084noreply@blogger.com1