New Found
I just checked the calendar. It is amazing. It has only been two weeks since I came back but so much has happened.
I had jetlag, then a rather intense bout of Melbourne-withdrawal symptoms. Up till last week I was wondering what it will take to get myself settled in. The weather made me swoon. Crowds jostled me around. I got onto a bus and enquired whether it was headed toward Clementi MRT station in English. The lady gave me a stunned look and nodded. Only when I sat down did I realise that even though Singapore prides herself on being multi-lingual/cultural/racial etc; if you are Chinese, please speak Chinese.
I attended to the corn on my big toe. My sister commented that each elaborate corn plaster costs around 80-90 cents. It is fascinating because the plaster does work. My precious feet. They have indeed been through numerous shoe changes, a corn, many blisters, cracked heels and raw exposed slivers of flesh just this year alone.
I realised how strange my family can be. Food prices have been looking northward this year leading to a subsequent rise in bread and hawker food prices, amongst unnoticed others. My mum said, "Oh, we should eat less lah!" Seriously if you saw our four frames, the last time you will say is cut down on food consumption. Then again we are well-trained. If Singapore ever undergoes an emergency food rationing exercise, we can still function like we do right now.
Yet what has been most prominent in my daily schedule thus far is my walk with God. The things which I have been through the past two weeks has been intense and I mean everything this descriptive word implies. Working through past memories of when I was still in Singapore, growing up, and not having stepped on Melbourne's fair shores yet. God was cleaning up so much in my life - not just in relation to the past but also in the way I relate to Him. Trust, my imperfections, grace and truly what grace is (2 Cor 12:9), pride, love, joy, salvation, His death on the cross, forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, humility, peace, rest, comfort, faith faith and faith. And grace. I am running through the whole gamut. And in all seriousness, most of this came only within the past week. Many revelations which I am so so thankful for.
The journey is not over. There is still a stretch to go. Giving up is not even a worthwhile consideration. Suddenly so many things in my life are being put into perspective. I have become more sensitive of late. It does not always seem good to be this sensitive but I am sure there is a greater reason for all this.
Wrote an email to a friend in Melbourne to update her on my latest comings and goings. She replied with this eloquent and beautifully-descriptive passage talking about how I should and can trust God, the true artist who can transform even the holes which I have poked into my canvas as I try to fix my problems into an awesome masterpiece. It is not the artwork it is the artist whose masterly hand brings forth life. As for the surge of memories, it is a change in perspective, now that I am ready and can take a long range view on matters and life, and this I can trust God to grant understanding. Using art terminology works because I can associate with the writing easily. Hmmm... I am wondering now if God opened up this vision in her mind. Must have been beautiful. I will love to have that too!
But then just look out into nature, do you not see His presence filling this earth?
Do you not see the glory behind the sun's smile, the dance of the trees, the rhythm of flapping wings as the birds fly as one?
I am not sure what summer in Singapore this time holds for me. Yet I am certain it is a place which is good.
I had jetlag, then a rather intense bout of Melbourne-withdrawal symptoms. Up till last week I was wondering what it will take to get myself settled in. The weather made me swoon. Crowds jostled me around. I got onto a bus and enquired whether it was headed toward Clementi MRT station in English. The lady gave me a stunned look and nodded. Only when I sat down did I realise that even though Singapore prides herself on being multi-lingual/cultural/racial etc; if you are Chinese, please speak Chinese.
I attended to the corn on my big toe. My sister commented that each elaborate corn plaster costs around 80-90 cents. It is fascinating because the plaster does work. My precious feet. They have indeed been through numerous shoe changes, a corn, many blisters, cracked heels and raw exposed slivers of flesh just this year alone.
I realised how strange my family can be. Food prices have been looking northward this year leading to a subsequent rise in bread and hawker food prices, amongst unnoticed others. My mum said, "Oh, we should eat less lah!" Seriously if you saw our four frames, the last time you will say is cut down on food consumption. Then again we are well-trained. If Singapore ever undergoes an emergency food rationing exercise, we can still function like we do right now.
Yet what has been most prominent in my daily schedule thus far is my walk with God. The things which I have been through the past two weeks has been intense and I mean everything this descriptive word implies. Working through past memories of when I was still in Singapore, growing up, and not having stepped on Melbourne's fair shores yet. God was cleaning up so much in my life - not just in relation to the past but also in the way I relate to Him. Trust, my imperfections, grace and truly what grace is (2 Cor 12:9), pride, love, joy, salvation, His death on the cross, forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, humility, peace, rest, comfort, faith faith and faith. And grace. I am running through the whole gamut. And in all seriousness, most of this came only within the past week. Many revelations which I am so so thankful for.
The journey is not over. There is still a stretch to go. Giving up is not even a worthwhile consideration. Suddenly so many things in my life are being put into perspective. I have become more sensitive of late. It does not always seem good to be this sensitive but I am sure there is a greater reason for all this.
Wrote an email to a friend in Melbourne to update her on my latest comings and goings. She replied with this eloquent and beautifully-descriptive passage talking about how I should and can trust God, the true artist who can transform even the holes which I have poked into my canvas as I try to fix my problems into an awesome masterpiece. It is not the artwork it is the artist whose masterly hand brings forth life. As for the surge of memories, it is a change in perspective, now that I am ready and can take a long range view on matters and life, and this I can trust God to grant understanding. Using art terminology works because I can associate with the writing easily. Hmmm... I am wondering now if God opened up this vision in her mind. Must have been beautiful. I will love to have that too!
But then just look out into nature, do you not see His presence filling this earth?
Do you not see the glory behind the sun's smile, the dance of the trees, the rhythm of flapping wings as the birds fly as one?
I am not sure what summer in Singapore this time holds for me. Yet I am certain it is a place which is good.
that's wonderful to know =)