Life of a small boar

It was a life changing day.

I went to an evangelistic assembly(at the Tarbenacle of David) with Keat How. It was themed The Might of ressurrection. It was the first time he saw God's Spirit at work, so strongly felt the presence of theh Lord. Everyone in the hall was affected. Lots of unbelievers bow down before the cross that night, to receive Jesus as their Saviour.

At the begining of the sermon, when the pastor asked why do believe that there are germs on our hands when we couldn't see them with our bare eyes, yet most of us refused to believe in Christ just because we've never seen Him with our eyes. A doctor raised his hand and said haughtily that he had seen germs on his hands, with microscope of course. Yet in the end, he came humbly before the Lord and excepted Him. i was touched by his attitude. Like Peter who first denied Jesus, but later did all he could to spread the gospel.

How fortunate we are, who see only after we believe. The pastor urged us not to be Thomas, who only believed not only after he saw, but after he touched the wounds on Jesus's hands. These disbelieving lots will lost countless of blessings. It was kind of the pastor to call for repentance before performing God's miracle, so those who believed and see, did not lose their blessings.

It was a real different experience for me, too. I saw with my own eyes, some petite girls grown taller when the pastors prayed for them. Those with an arm shorter than the other, they were cured on the spot too. Actually, I had never realised that my left arm was a whole inch shorter than my right arm! A pastor prayed for me, I felt a gentle touch on my biceps, and it just grew! It just grew longer! And stopped when it leveled with my right arm. The pastor also prayed for my migrain, and my travel sickness. I did not get dizzy anymore when I came to campus with bus this morning. Praise the Lord! Besides, I also asked for another life changing factor, and it's going to happen over the next six month. Or maybe I should say that it had started, and the transformation will last six months. What is it? not telling. I'm sure you can tell. So watch me =) Praise the Lord, He controls all, and He listens to our prayers.

I am a very blessed girl. I hope to be a blessing to others. God bless you all.

I read an article published in The Star yesterday.

There is now an infectious idea in America about writing a life story in just six words. It's rather interesting, how much someone can express in just six words. It also reflects the most important or private moments and feelings in ones' life, as they're allowed only six words.

Lots of tales told, with different genre. Some were funny, some were sad. Some with hints of regrets, others with thirst for more in life.

~Not quite what I was planning.~
~In and out of hot water.~
~Carbohydrates call my name everyday.~
~Fell in love. Married. Divorced. Repeat.~
~More sex would have been nice.~
~Climbed mountains, didn't like the view.~

The last was expressed by a 23-year-old marketing personal who explained.
"It's a reflection of my goals. Once I accomplished them, it didn't feel as great."

It makes me ponder, how can I best sum up my life in just six words? There are so much to tell, where should I start, which should I use? After a period of soul-searching, I came up with this.


*His precious girl, cared, loved, held.*

'His' in this sixer refers to three different individuals who gave, give and will give me the same yet most essential things in my life.

The first, perhaps I should not have refer to as an individual. He is one, yet three. He's here, yet everywhere. He knows me personally, but so does Him - everyone else. He's our dearest Father in heaven, the Lord. He knows me even before I was born. His love for me was individual, planned my life before I was even formed in my mother's womb, and held me steady at times when I stumble. The Lord's love on the cross was so vast, poured onto the world for everyone, yet is still special for me, everlasting. His touch is constant, He holds me at all time, when I just started learning something, when I failed and fell, when I was wounded, when I was over-excited, when I was blinded with worldly possessions and needed holding back, He is by my side, with a warm embrace.

The second refers to my earthly father, who planned my birth 10 years after the arrival of his previous child. He willed for me to be born, so I was delivered into this world cushioned by his love. No fall was ever too pain, no hurt was ever too great when I was growing up because he was always there for me. He never put me down when I was beaten by an obstacle, but helped me up and encouraged me not to give up. he believed in me, helped built my confidence, gave me freedom to try new things, supported the path I chose for myself and trusted my judgments. As a child, I had nothing to fear, for I know my father is with me. Whenever things got too harsh outside, I can always go home.

The last mirrors a beautiful dream of a very fortunate girl. A hope and faith in finding a man who id willing to spend the rest of his life caring, loving and holding me safe, whom in return will let me love and care for him. I believe my heavenly Father had prepare for me the one, and I anticipate it.


So what's your story? Come join the phenomenon of the sixer. Tell your story. We're interested =)

How does someone who used to laugh and cry with me irritates me so much?
How did a girl just changed overnight, from an lovely, loud and full of laughter young lady into a giggly bimbo with a streak of emotional imbalance?
Does she have to change so much to fit into his lif

I know it's none of my business but the whole scene annoyed me so much my small boar instinct is taking over me, making me want to ram into them.

When there is gain, there is lost. All fair and square.
But is it worth the great loss when the gain is little?

Should I had guard a friend from falling into a relationship full of trials even before it started? which made her cry even on the first day they started? Whom the guy is not a christian and had never gave this religion a thought? Who's 21 yet look no further than a week into the future? Who hid behind her when trouble occurs? Who couldn't face her to solve their problems and rely on us to tell her his thoughts? (WTH!!)

The gain? This guy
The loss? Friends who couldn't bear to watch

Why didn't we stop her?
Because happiness radiates from her face whenever their together, tender and loving expression flows from her when their friendship first blossom.

So who's to judge what's greater? The gain or the loss?
Go figure