Gloria, be strong.

That night, I found myself sitting in front of the computer completely shattered, broken and hurt after reading a message. Maybe it was the choice of words or maybe I just didn’t expect it. I rarely show that sad side of me to people, but somehow that night, I was very honest with my feelings, although I still tried to laugh it off in an attempt to tell myself that I’d recover from it soon. The whole incident reminded me how ministry cannot be based on feelings but rather, a desire to serve, to be willing to be like a block of clay willing to be moulded and used.

A clay don’t tell the potter that it’s tired of being used or that it is tired of being transformed. It merely sits on the wheel, goes for a spin, touched, transformed, used. If the room is too cold, the clay will start to crack and not hold up to its form, but yet, under the potter’s delicate seasoned hands, it will make it work by adding some water. Of course, the clay must absorb the water first.

I want to be like that clay. Willing and having absolute trust that the potter will craft me to something worthy and beautiful. ☺

Unfold by Jason Mraz

Hands in Line
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides
Of an ocean's undertow
And I figure that I might not make it
I'm taking empty but seldom speaking
And the words retreat
Yeah, they breathe in histories
Still at ease
And the story's untold
And my arms unfold

My hands are high
And I'm holding on, I'm holding out
And I figure that I
Figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories
Into stories untold but I unfold

See now quality is what you see now
In the corner of your eye
And don't be surprised
If you hear the bells ring
As they form from the sky
They sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da
Yea yea bong, bong, bong,bong ba da yea, yea

And I'm always holding on
ANd I'm already holding out
Said I'm holding out your side
And I'm holding out this time
Cause I figure that I, and I figure that I
Just might make it and I'm
Waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathin histories untold
But I unfold

This is my favourite song at the moment. ☺ Maybe we should sing it for MIMBY? Heehee.

We had our first MIMBY 2009 meeting yesterday afternoon. Honestly, I was scared out of my wits but thank God it went well. I am completely electrified (haha) by how it will turn out!! It is a real encouragement to see willing members all excited and geared up to plan and serve. <3

Tomorrow is the last meal I’m having with a good friend of mine this year before she bids me farewell to go down under once again and get baked there. ☹ Let’s make good use of whatever time left tomorrow yea.