Meant to write this down for a long time........

 

Driving along Coronation Dr from work, my head started to throb again. I've been having this sort of headache for sometime and working in the medical field, among all the sick people, a paranoid thought came to my mind, "Brain Tumor??"

 

What if i had brain tumor? How would I respond? HOw would the people respond?

 

OK, it's time for HS to speak.

 

"When you're willing to die for your friend, you'll experience the freedom". What Ps said at the conference resonated in my heart.  I'm not sure if I have carried too much burden, seeing what different ones are going through. I wish if I could, I'd rather be the one to substitute.

 

I know tirials and sufferings strengthen my characters, build my faith and help me know Him more. But that was all about me. Since I'm going to heaven anyway (thank God for the GIFT) I don't want it to be all about myself. God, can you make sure that whenever I need to go through trials or sufferings, they are not only for my sake? But also for the people I care, so that through those trials and sufferings, they may see Your faithfulness, know that You're worthy, and be inspired to soar higher for You!

 

No wonder it is more blessed to give than to receive. I experienced 'freedom'. I finally understood the power of self-sacrifice that motivated My Saviour to die on the cross for my sins. One died so the rest may have life.

I'm Daddy's girl

 

I'll sit on His lap and tell Him everything.

I'll tell Him exactly how I feel, both good and bad, achievements and failures, joy and frustrations.

 

Daddy is best at listening.

He smiles and He nods as I babble on.

It does feel silly at times to tell Him things He already knew.

Yet this I know, that He LOVES it.

 

Daddy speaks few words, but each word He speaks can calm the raging seas.

All His words are timely, showing His deepest thoughts and wisdom.

 

Daddy is strong, BIG in fact.

Sitting on His lap, leaning on His broad shoulders; this is the safest place to be.

I will not fall because He carries me.

 

Daddy is a loving discipline master.

His gentle rebuke puts me back on the right track.

At the end of His correction, I can still smile and be assured of His love.

"alright Daddy, I will change for You. You're gonna help me, won't You?!"

 

Daddy cried.

I turned my eyes to where He was looking and saw my brothers and sisters.

I didn't know why they were doing what they were doing.

Were they lost? Were they harming themselves? Did they want to come and sit on Daddy's lap?

Daddy said, "Go and bring them back"

 

I cried because Daddy cried.

 

Daddy grieved.

I turned my eyes again to where He was looking and saw more of my brothers and sisters.

They'd left Daddy and gone on their own ways.

They seemed to be confident in what they were doing by themselves. Had they found something better?

They turned and looked at us but they didn't recognise us.

Daddy said, "I'm waiting for them to come back."

 

I cried because Daddy grieved

 

I don't know what will happen to them but Daddy knows.

Daddy seemed to know my worries.

He turned and looked at me. He said, "It will be fine. Trust Me."

I smiled and I said to Him, "Daddy, I'm on Your side."