Have you ever thought you lost something very precious given to you by Him, but in the midst of trying to survive busyness/turmoil, thought it was gone forever?
This morning I went out doing some volunteering service with a close friend cum mentor of mine. While on the way back from lunch, there was a slight drizzle and in our haste to get back, I offered my umbrella for the both of us as she doesn't have the habit of bringing one out.
Upon reaching home, I just absentmindedly sunned my umbrella, kept my bag and went on with other business. Upon packing my stuff for tomorrow did I realise I still have the umbrella but I couldn't find the cover. To keep this incident short, I was basically Oscar the Grouch for the next 15 minutes.
Some people may just wonder, aiyo just a cover that goes with the umbrella, big deal. Even though this umbrella does have some puny sentimental value to me (I bought it on a girls' holiday with some close khakis to Taiwan last June), the very logical side of me more than agrees with this. However I think I need to bring in the context of what I've been through. Not wanting to bad-mouth anyone, I think those few of you who keep up with my blog know that for this past week, it was kind of a mini-Japan disaster for my career. To summarise it in as objective tone as possible, everyone was responsible for it happening, it just needed a quake to iginte. Anyway, using the symbolism of what I used in the previous posting, I'm now on a new piece of dry land. Completely different terrain altogether, of course freaked out. However, somehow part of me which I valued has changed, or at least I thought.
Thus when I couldn't find the cover, I was a bit 借题发挥. Frankly I thought though I had survived the disaster, part of some things that He had ingrained in me so much were now eroded to a point of no return. Luckily He managed to calm me down and I did manage to find the cover. Turns out that during the hurry to move the plastic bag containing to umbrella to my workplace bag, I had left the cover in the casual use bag.
Basically, He's telling me part of what I give you and you value, when you go through a rough patch and in your attempt to survive you think it is gone forever, no! I have actually kept it in a place safe and sound for you. Sometimes it may be your absentmindedness that makes you panic and think you lost it. If its meant to be part of the package, He will make sure I will never lose it. Amen!
2 Corinthian 4:16
Therefore do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
2 John 1:8
Watch out you do not lose what we have worked for, but that you may be rewarded fully.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Tsunami & Meltdown
First to the victims in Japan. God bless you. Secondly I ask for yours and God's permission to use what is happening now as an analogy for me. I know what is happening to me now is miniscule to yours. Precisely the reason I wish to obtain consent. May God bless you.
My earthquake had been germinating for a while since last August. I had thought I had mastered the skills of emerging unscathed since my first "natural disaster" 3 years ago. So foolish of me.
The epi-centre of my structure had been shifting slowly but surely. I had tried very hard to make sure my structure would weather any condition it may come. Things included going for courses in the support structure for base of earthquake resistant buildings, engaging in rehearsal drills.
The first major shaking occured in late last year I think. Hurriedly, I tried to get more flexible support bases for my structure.
The next major vibration came during January, this time a wave came crashing to my building. The first crack had emerged. I quickly took up wall patching classes and tried to get superb builders to assist. However, the more I took to mending, more cracks appeared. The builders were so caught up in assisting me, they neglected their own strcutures. A voice told me, quickly grab the wooden cross.
The major quake came on 5 March 2011. As waves came crashing down, I scrambled for dry land to the hill top with the wooden cross. I was partly immersed in water up till waist down but I still did not know what else to do. Since I had learnt to swim since young, I paddled as much as possible. However I had forgotten I had epilepsy and that if I panicked in water, I may have a seizure and that would be the end. Thus the water actually rose because I was making a sub-conscious effort to swim back to my structure. I could see the nuclear reactor energy source for my structure rumbling.
Finally on 14 March 2011, the nuclear reactor that had been supplying all the energy for my structure for the past 3 years exploded, destroying the structure I had pain-stakingly been building for the past 3 years. As I looked back and wanted to desperately swim back in agony, a voice told me, if you swim back, you will come into radiation and could die. Worse, you will definitely spread the radiation to the kind-hearted souls who will pick you up later in their helicopter. Now just cling onto that wooden cross and float. It is your personal Noah's ark. You will reach dry land eventually. Just wait for the dove you sent out returning with the twig, and then the rainbow.
Especially to the auntie I saw in HK last saturday. You are the first dove I sent out. I will wait for you to return with the twig. Thanks!
To the 60-year Japanese uncle who had learnt to just float as the waves washed you out, thank you for teaching me to just float and wait for rescue.
To the dear souls who are now looking out high and low for me, thanks! I will continue to float and wait.
Finally to the wooden cross, thanks for keeping me afloat.
Genesis 6-9:17
My earthquake had been germinating for a while since last August. I had thought I had mastered the skills of emerging unscathed since my first "natural disaster" 3 years ago. So foolish of me.
The epi-centre of my structure had been shifting slowly but surely. I had tried very hard to make sure my structure would weather any condition it may come. Things included going for courses in the support structure for base of earthquake resistant buildings, engaging in rehearsal drills.
The first major shaking occured in late last year I think. Hurriedly, I tried to get more flexible support bases for my structure.
The next major vibration came during January, this time a wave came crashing to my building. The first crack had emerged. I quickly took up wall patching classes and tried to get superb builders to assist. However, the more I took to mending, more cracks appeared. The builders were so caught up in assisting me, they neglected their own strcutures. A voice told me, quickly grab the wooden cross.
The major quake came on 5 March 2011. As waves came crashing down, I scrambled for dry land to the hill top with the wooden cross. I was partly immersed in water up till waist down but I still did not know what else to do. Since I had learnt to swim since young, I paddled as much as possible. However I had forgotten I had epilepsy and that if I panicked in water, I may have a seizure and that would be the end. Thus the water actually rose because I was making a sub-conscious effort to swim back to my structure. I could see the nuclear reactor energy source for my structure rumbling.
Finally on 14 March 2011, the nuclear reactor that had been supplying all the energy for my structure for the past 3 years exploded, destroying the structure I had pain-stakingly been building for the past 3 years. As I looked back and wanted to desperately swim back in agony, a voice told me, if you swim back, you will come into radiation and could die. Worse, you will definitely spread the radiation to the kind-hearted souls who will pick you up later in their helicopter. Now just cling onto that wooden cross and float. It is your personal Noah's ark. You will reach dry land eventually. Just wait for the dove you sent out returning with the twig, and then the rainbow.
Especially to the auntie I saw in HK last saturday. You are the first dove I sent out. I will wait for you to return with the twig. Thanks!
To the 60-year Japanese uncle who had learnt to just float as the waves washed you out, thank you for teaching me to just float and wait for rescue.
To the dear souls who are now looking out high and low for me, thanks! I will continue to float and wait.
Finally to the wooden cross, thanks for keeping me afloat.
Genesis 6-9:17
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