Never Wait for Perfect Conditions

Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power , and magic in it. – Goethe


It or not
It goes on
Whether you like
Your nose
Your neighbour
Or your
General lot in it.

You may not like me
And I, you
But what does it matter, anyway
End of the day
We are all on this
One mortal journey.

Like attracts like
So they say
So beware what you are like
If you want
All that you like.

What am I like?
This question
I ask myself
Whatever is the answer
Here comes another one:
Whatever I am like
Is it true
To myself, or
Is it just
The result
Of wanting to be liked?

So in all likeness
In all uniqueness
Like it or not
Is the thread that binds us
All together.

The same fear
The same need
Of wanting to be liked.

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This is beautiful and it spoke to my heart. How amazing the way God orders our steps… Shutting and opening the right doors as we follow His leading.

A Holistic Journey

old-door-handleMy husband and I often find ourselves encouraging friends with this bit of wisdom from Elisabeth Elliot: God’s NO is His mercy. We have had our share of disappointments and fears while single and married, but this posture of trust has taught us the goodness of God. Hindsight faithfully reveals that the doors that had shut on us, as in the areas of love and work, were pointing us on to the portals that would swing wide with blessing.

I had always felt barred from overseas missionary work. The door to service abroad that I tried and tried wouldn’t budge. In 1996, I set foot in California for the first time on a working vacation as a guest contributor to a Wycliffe Bible Translators magazine called The Sower.Through the research and writing, I was in part scouting the missionary landscape and tapping possibilities for my place in it.

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Peace and Joy

Nestled between
Stimulus and response
An empty space
Where freedom
Is mine to take.

“Bam!” and there goes
My rush hour reverie
Turn around, and
He/she/it is gone
Close my eyes
And that space looms large
“It’s so unfa… Well it’s just a dent”
“I am gonna be la… Well I’m still alive”
“The repair will send me bro… Well thank God I am alive”
In that empty space
I have a large buffet.

Those red lips
That muscular tongue
All set to tear
In the guise of care
“The truth must hurt” she says
But really, every single time?
I smile at her, knowing
In that empty space
She has no say.

Come what may
Red-carpet walks
Or barb-wired fences
Sunny autumns
Or harsh winters
In that empty space…
At the possibilities, I smile.

The Things Dreams Are Made Of: Ferringhi Coffee Garden and the Road Leading to It

Reblogging since I have just updated this post with photos.

People, Places, and Perspectives.

On the way to Batu Ferringhi from Georgetown city, one drives past some nice neighbourhoods nestled among hills and greeneries On the way to Batu Ferringhi from Georgetown city, one drives past some nice neighbourhoods nestled among hills and greeneries

I always enjoy my leisurely drives to Batu Ferringhi, the seaside town that is Penang’s popular holiday spot. Going up the winding road, I pass by many things which to me are things that dreams are made of.

On the right, trees with thick green leaves sway in the wind, against the blue backdrop of the sea and the sky. Different shades of blue are decorated by white fluffy clouds, sometimes it’s an empty blue sky over a glistening sea. Occasionally, especially on weekends, you see colourful moving dots when para gliders have the time of their lives, or rapid trails of foam on the water made by jet skis.

And then, of course, there are the waterfront bungalows and condominiums that line the road that leads to Batu Ferringhi…

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The Fire of Perseverance

Keep the flame alive, no matter how small. Times when the winds are too strong, you may need to protect it from the extinguishing force, surround it with fierce determination. And then keep fanning. It gets tiring. But do not stop fanning the flame. One day, it will grow in size. Soon it will be big enough that keeping it alive when the winds are strong will not be as hard as it used to be. By then you would also have stronger arms to do the fanning. Finally, the flame will grow so big that its heat is felt through the distance, and its strength and passion fling doors and arms open – and in will come all things good, as your labour finally bears its fruit.

So keep it alive.

The Faces of Perseverance

1. The model who goes for casting after casting, gets rejection after rejection, until a break comes when an ad director says ‘You have the kind of looks we want!’ and she gets to start making her mark.

2. The aspiring author who works on his or her manuscript, often late into the night because of their day job, and knock on publisher after publisher’s door until they find one who believes in their work.

3. The budding entrepreneur who makes cold calls, writes and distributes promotional material, tweaks his website and business model, networks, promotes, and continuously improves and refines what he has to offer until he breaks even and sees the tip of the profit iceberg.

4. The piano teacher who patiently gives his best to the one student he has, until his pool slowly grows.

5. The novice blogger who consistently writes and improves her blog posts until views and feedback grow from trickles to a steady stream.

6. The overweight health enthusiast who consistently eats and exercises right until the inches drop off.

7. The parent who never stops loving a wayward child.