"No matter how many times you fail, you can always rise again and soar on the wings of an eagle!" This is the assurance God gave me yesterday at the prayer meeting.

 

I was thinking about the dream I had 2 nights ago, where I found out that I failed my exam.  However, in the dream, I was calm and my mind was definitely sound. I'd remembered the decision I made during the seminar to trust God for who He is and have faith in Him, no matter what. In the face of failure, I decided to trust God and move on.

 

On the night before the result was released, I was prepared for both ways. If I fail, I won't blame myself as I know I'd done my best and that was pleasing to God. If I fail, that just means that God sometimes does allow failure/trials in our life even though we have done no/little wrongs. If I fail, I will still trust Him and rejoice in Him. I will wait in expectation for Him to unfold the mystery.

 

If I pass, I will thank God for His grace and His faithfulness which are the same grace and faithfulness He demonstrates to me when I fail. I will not rejoice because I've gained what I've been working for over the past 2 years.  But I will rejoice and praise Him because He's given me more than what I need.

 

I want to commit my result totally to God. I didn't have to wait until the result's released to decide on how I should response. I wanted to work out my conviction before I looked at the results. He's more concerned about my faith in Him than my results.

 

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Looking at the results, I'm humbled by the grace He has for me

Pass or fail? It doesn't really matter. What matters is that I may know You more. 

 

 

 

 

I don't want to spend too much time talking about the food and shopping in Sydney, basically it's pretty much like HK.

 

What I want to talk about was that God touched me. 

 

As I held Tim in my arms, I wondered about God's purpose for this little boy. I wondered about His intentions and what He was trying to do in this family. I wondered how I may respond if i had a son that's born with disability. How would I cope if I don't know if some kind of complications or organ failures may come any time. something interesting about Tim was that during the time I stayed there, he never cried. In fact I'm really "proud" that he liked me. How did I know...he smiled at me everytime I looked at him. Something in me told me that despite his conditions, he's got a great character.  Everytime I saw him , I thought of "love"

 

God's paving the way for the family to encounter and to know Him more. When Wen An gave the altar call on trusting God in crisis. The entire family, mum holding Tim in her arms, Dad holding the elder son all went down. Ps was praying for others and I couldn't see anyone that could pray for them. " Oh God...praying for relatives at altar call...er....never done that before"

 

I asked them what to pray for. "Pray for Tim", mum said.

 

As soon as I started praying, I just felt the love of God touching all of us. "Lord, there are things we do not understand, but teach us to rely on you more and trust You more. You love Tim and You said he's fearfully and wonderfully made. You knew him even when he was still in his mother's womb. Lord, help them to see there's no mistake in your plans.....'

 

during the time I was praying, I felt that Tim was grabbing my finger with his little hand, as if he was saying that he too was praying. I looked at him and he showed me his usual smile...well...we all cried.

 

I saw something beautiful...I don't know how to explain it....I saw something beyond the physical and visible...I saw the hand of God working in the situation, I saw Him preparing for miracles. I saw all these not with my physical eyes, but with the eyes of my heart.