Dreams

Have you ever felt like you are too small for a dream God put in your heart? I often do ☺ That’s when I feel like giving up, go with the flow... follow the line of least resistance. Other times I trying too hard to reach my dream, and then it seems to just slip away… much like sand falling through one’s fingers.

Yeah, I think God-given dreams are like quite like sand. You just can’t grab sand with your hands. But if you cup your hands, you might be able to hold heaps of ’em. Feel the warmth of the sun-baked soft sand, the sweet smell of the sea soaked crystals. But the moment you become mesmerized, and attempt to grab the sand… it falls right through again.

Aren’t dreams the same? I guess God-given dreams are to be held with open palms… always offered up as a sacrifice before the Giver.

Today I was reminded to hold onto my God-given dream with care, and all the time with full reverence for the One who had placed it into my palm in the first instance.

Poem - written May 2005

I choose to worship

Time after time, trial after trial
You removed everything that stood in the way
Ever so gently, yet it was still painful
Each time I hear You whisper
“Will you still love Me?”

There were times I answered with surety
“Yes, Lord – why not?”
But my voice grew softer
Time after time, trial after trial
You knew me far better
You knew what treasures I had hidden
The things I had secretly desired
Then You removed them
One by one, You took them
And each time I hear You whisper
“NOW, will You still love Me?”

I finally realized
How faint-hearted I was
My words had no value
My love was not tested
So You knew all along

Time after time, trial after trial
I am eventually convinced
I will choose to worship
You, the Lover of my soul
I will choose to follow
Lay down my desires
Yes, I will love You still

Yes, my Savior
Yes, my Lord
Yes, my Friend
Yes, my all in all

You are all I desire
You are more than enough for me

Inner Dialogue - A Random Thought

How many times do you talk to yourself everyday? I think I must be talking to myself every other second. The world on the inside is so rich, so complex - but this world gets filtered through multiple layers so that when it reaches the outer world, so little of it is left. You know what I mean? ;-)

Pinky and Lindsay

Two weeks ago, my housemate and I bought Pinky and Lindsay on impulse. The first time we let them out, they poo-ed and pee-ed all over the place. Never cleaned so much after another being before in my life... it was so funny how the bunnies slipped out from our fingers when we attempted to catch them.

So why did we name them Pinky and Lindsay? Pinky was my idea... cos the lighter colored one was just so silly and S-L-O-W. He's timid too, actually very timid. Between the two bunnies, Pinky was so much harder to tame. But both are so funny - and when we let them out, they actually hopped and ran - almost like they were doing some stunt shows - as if they were entertaining us.

And why Lindsay? Ask Hueiweun - she has so much favoritism for this darker grey bunny that I am worried that Pinky will develop a complex ;-) But Lindsay is really the brainier one... very smart, very adventurous, and adorable. Erm, ok I have my favorite too.

People say keeping pets are therapeutic. **I haven't thought about the deep stuff yet, so pets are just pets at this stage.** Even the part where you clean the pee and poo - makes me feel like I am capable of love that is somewhat unconditional too.