Mercies in Disguise

We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things

'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise

We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
As long as we have faith to believe

When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home

What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise

--Blessings, Laura Story

A beautiful beautiful song shared in church today, with a story behind. About a lady whose husband was diagnosed with a brain tumor, still there despite many years of prayers for healing, wondering why God allows his followers to suffer.

And it comes in conjunction with my rereading of Mere Christianity, suddenly the clarity of CS Lewis' writing is coming through...perhaps I've barely graduated from my previous perusals of the Narnia series to his other works that are harder to understand but with truths laid bare.

Come All Ye Weary and Broken

Come all ye weary and ye broken
Come to the table of the Lord
Come sing the song of the forgiven
Come lay your burden on the word

Come and find peace
Everyone needs a little rest
Everyone needs a little joy
And a song to sing in the darkest night

And life even when it gets you down
Hope will turn it all around
But love is the greatest of these
Everyone needs a little

Sing all ye saints and ye sinners
Call upon the mercy of the Lord
Come sing the song of redemption
Sing about the hope that is to come

He will lift you up
He will lift you up higher than sorrow
He will lift you up
And cover your soul with healing

Come and find peace
Everyone needs a little rest
Everyone needs a little joy
And a song to sing in the darkest night

And life even when it gets you down
Hope will turn it all around
But love is the greatest of these
Everyone needs a little

Peace
Everyone needs a little rest
Everyone needs a little joy
And a song to sing in the darkest night

And life even when it gets you down
Hope will turn it all around
But love is the greatest of these
Everyone needs a little
Everyone needs a little
Everyone needs a little

—Everyone Needs A Little, Kari Jobe

Sometimes when the burdens we carry become too great, we discover that we've been trying to carry a non-existent burden that He has already taken up...

And we are weary for no reason.

He says: Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

天堂

天堂 [Tian tang - Heaven]
歌手：光良 专辑：童话

牵着你在天空飞翔
这样看世界不一样
有了你在身旁笑的脸庞
世界或许
就这么宽广
忽然就忘记了慌张
人海之中你最明亮
无意间的影响
渐渐扩张
你丰富我生活感想
何必寻找所谓的天堂
原来我因为你
不想再去流浪
情愿平凡
不拥有一切也无妨
有了你在心上
已然是天堂

已经是天堂

For some reason, I have a tendency to like Malaysian Chinese singers...before Guang Liang, I only listened to Fish Leong songs...hahhaa...then I accidentally discovered Guang Liang...and he's Malaysian too!!

I am Malaysian...deep deep down down, in my heart....hahahahh...yet, for some strange reason, I find I love Singapore too. Love, is it to be confined to only one place? I suppose though, if you ask me where I would stay longer, it would be Malaysia. I love Malaysia. It's part of me...yet I'm slowly growing to love Singapore. Memories can't be erased, can they? Memories are formed in places, and places hold these memories and that's why they are part of my psyche.

Malaysia, Singapore, Sumba, Sichuan, Bohol...All hold a place in my heart. All the places where I went and interacted directly with the people there, learned of their culture, ate of their food, talked with them. Holidays don't mean much, you only learn to love a place when you learn to live like the people there and talk to them and do things with them and have something in common with them. Like in Sumba and Bohol, where Christ was the central theme, for me at least. That made the connection.

Well. I have alot of things to do and I really don't have time to write this blog entry anyway. So I shall go do my work now.

to dissertation and beyond!! Woohooo!!! (I am high today @@)