But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this
all-surpassing power is from God and
not from us. (2 Corinthians 4:7)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

珍惜

My colleague was on leave one day and I needed to cover her ward. Geriatric Medicine ward (老人科). A ward which I started out as a pharmacist.

I stepped into the ward only to realize much had since changed. The walls have more decorations radiating some warmth to the already ZEN atmosphere. I walked to the end of the corridor to get myself a cup of water, while taking time to have a slow glance of all the patients in the ward. 

I saw a poster pasted on the wall of the geriatric ward pantry where family and caregivers can get water from. The four chinese characters caught my eyes. They are very familiar to me because I have the same poster pasted on the wall of my dining room back in KL.  

Unknowingly, I started tearing when I read the whole passage. 

My father printed this poster 6 years back and pasted it on the dining wall. One day, when I came home during one of my school vacations, he asked all of us to have a read. My heart sank after reading it, for I know I've owed them much. I have been away from home for almost 11 years now. They must have felt lonely and abandoned many times. I understand they yearn to have us accompanying them as much as possible, yet they have never really expressed their innermost desires for fear of hindering our development. We're their everything. But they have an unspoken sorrow and sadness lingering in their hearts because they know that they are not their children's everything. These were my realizations when I read the article in my dining hall that day. They must have been living in fear all this while. They fear their children leaving them. They are afraid of not being loved. They feel alone and might suffer in their illness and die alone. 

That day when daddy broke down in front of me - I really felt like dying. I've never heard or seen him crying. It was the first time I realized that my daddy has become so old. So old that he has now given in to sadness. First time knowing what it means by heartwrenching. Daddy wailed with pain. Mommy was crying. Me and my sister too. 

我最坚强的爸爸哭了。最最爱我们的人也因他最最爱的人伤到极点了。原来伤了别人的心是很痛的。伤了最最心爱的人其实是很很痛,痛得很想把他的痛快快转移到自己身上。

I was praying  that if God could, please take away the sadness. 
But the sadness remained. 

And the scene kept replaying in my mind every now and then. 
Daddy didn't do anything wrong to us. All he has done is loving us in his own way this entire life. To me, he's the greatest father i can ever ask for. I know God's love is unconditional and my daddy's love is although near unconditional, it cannot accept betrayal. However, my daddy's love is sufficient for me. 

I remembered daddy being very busy when I was much younger. I remembered daddy worked very hard because he has a mother, a wife, and 5 children. I remembered daddy always appeared in every external competition I took part so that I wouldn't be afraid. I remembered daddy drove 6 hours to singapore and 6 hours back to KL almost every month when I was in secondary school just to ensure I were well, despite spending less than 4 hours with me only.

I also remembered daddy always provides for us even before we ask, because he's afraid that we may be suffering in silence. I remembered daddy feeling sad but didn't dare to show it when he saw me being quite depressed 4 years back. There seem to be too much memories with daddy the great inside. 

Honestly, daddy was my sky. He made himself our sky so that he can protect us.

But now, daddy knew that he's not our sky, and that God's our sky. The betrayal, the "my children will not listen to me anymore" and many many more feelings seem to have gripped him and tortured him. 

Many times, I kept thinking why would such thing happen to us? Daddy was my pillar of strength, what kind of greater strength can surpass my daddy's love that's already so overwhelmingly powerful? Why do I now call to God for help every now and then and why He is the source of my strength now?

If we have never come to Singapore, perhaps the story will be written in another way. But there's no If, for it's  definite and planned for us to be here.

这是恩典之路。
没有来到这里,我就没有单单听到福音的机会。 因为爱爸爸,因为要爸爸真正的快乐,上帝把他心爱的子女带离他。 因为要给爸爸重生和明白重生后的自由和快乐,上帝让我们听到福音,信到福音,不能离开福音, 只因为唯一能震撼爸爸的人,就是他最最最爱的子女。

很多时候,我在想,上帝真的做了很多不能让人理解的事情。为什么上帝能那么样轻轻松松地就超越了爸爸在我心里的位置?为什么有了上帝就似乎失去了爸爸呢?为什么就这样信了上帝了呢?其实我也不知道。至今,我还是觉得是上帝自己来找我,找我的爸爸, 不是我努力去寻找上帝。我很清楚若不是上帝自己的“拯救爸爸的灵,心,身”计划,世上没有任何东西会使我忍心伤害爸爸,我们每个人都是这样。

I think perhaps I can understand what it means by "The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."John 3:8

All this while, I've been wanting to tell daddy about my God. 

I have been wanting to tell him that I'm really very thankful that God came to find me and made me His child. Because He came to find me, He gave me the ability to understand His thoughts too. Have been wanting to tell daddy that accepting Christ is not about going to heaven after we die, it's about knowing heaven is here on earth even when we're breathing. Have been wanting to tell daddy that I am not afraid of tomorrow because God is holding my hands now and tomorrow and every day, and that's how I passed my every day for the past 10 years. 

Daddy, have been wanting to tell you that like you, I  am also afraid of loneliness. But every time before I could feel loneliness come near to me, God's love and words fill my heart again and I see angels coming to me and loneliness won't have a chance to have a foothold in my life. I really want to share this with you, so that you needn't be afraid, and know that you've never lost your children all this while. Wanted to tell you that I love you daddy. And God loves you too. His love can overwhelm every good and bad things on earth. His love is unchanging because He is an unchanging God. He gives me peace, and He made a covenant with me. He gave me a reason to live, and show me how to breathe. And He loves me even when I'm a bad girl and when I'm weak. I want you to know Him so badly.

Daddy, I tried reading my old blog posts again. One day, I would love you to read them too. From 2007 to 2011, I tried to read and recall what happened then, and why it happened, and what I've become now. But daddy, as I read, once again, I felt thankful that God's been there all this while to lead, guide, and educate me the path of life and I really think I've grown up. I realize that it's heaven to be able to identify and follow God's voice in my life. It's bliss to be able to reciprocate and being reciprocated. He teaches me what's important in life, how to love people including you, and how to overcome the many strongholds in my life. He extricated me from the many bondages of  flesh, likewise, I pray that one day, the bondages in you and the burdens on your shoulder will be released too.  Daddy, it upsets me to see how these baggages weigh you down and takes away your freedom. Sometimes, I  feel that you're living in hell, for you're so tormented. It's my greatest wish that you can live in heaven even now. 

Again, God knows my deepest thought. He knows I'll never be able to be firm in front of my own father. Yet He has known and heard our prayers for our family salvation. If not for this wedding, I think daddy will always be in denial,  refusing to face the truth and confront God. 

I felt so much better now. I don't want to waste daddy's time anymore. One day, when he's leaving this world and we're still in the same old hesitant state, I know we will blame ourselves for not standing firm to fight the spiritual war. I will be in total despair knowing my dad's soul is lost so Lord, open our eyes and hearts, we want to hear your voice. Give us the courage to bear the pain. Let us carry our father's cross. Assure us once again that our faith will win the war and our parents will be saved. Show us You're still in control. Help our disbelief.  Use the pain and sufferings Lord, make us Your vessels to do greater things. 











Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the lord is kept safe.

(Proverbs 29:25 NIV)

Monday, July 11, 2011

And I really miss you

Daniel just messaged me.

He said Mr Ngooi had passed away.

It came all too sudden I felt very painful within me and still am.

Memories of him kept flashing back and somehow it got more intense.

I miss my Mr Highly Praised so much, and the thought that his sense of humor and wisdom talks are now bygones simply makes the heart feels so painful.

What happened to him?
Where are you Mr Ngooi? Are you in Lord's arms now?

A large part of me felt so regretful. I didn't visit him for the past 3 years. I should have.

I should have sensed his health went downhill when I saw him at sushi king that day.

It's too late. :(

Monday, May 16, 2011

Work. Play. Live

                                           Hello sweetheart.....
                                            Don't worry k... I'll be gentle...
                                                WAHAHAHA........
                                               
                                                                     .*poke*.

                                                ARRRRHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haha. Must be wondering why I'm taking these shots huh? No reasons haha!

How's your day?

I have had a good and blessed day. It's just an ordinary Monday but God made it so realistically well-spent. No big happenings actually. Just that when I played the 'rewind' button on my day I felt so joyful and peaceful.

Maybe it's all about communicating with Him.
ICU review was like any other day but the heart felt so light.

Yesterday morning, I was waken up by a sms of someone remotely close. This person was a student who used to do attachment in my hospital while I was a pre-reg pharmacist and for a lot of reasons, I disliked him then. Although he is a Christian I just didn't have a good 'feelings' about him. I simply didn't like him. And he knew it too.

Perhaps we both had our own share of spiritual hardships and growth. Over time, I realized that my attitude towards him softened - because he left the hospital after his attachment; and also because I saw his transformation from a 'seemingly immature boy' to a more sensible guy, gradually more godly?

God changes people.
I deeply believe that. For many instances God has proven this statement true.
In this case, I know that it's not this person that God changes, but it's me that God has changed.

I was once so foolish. To judge people so easily and to think of myself too much. I am not any better than anyone actually. What's gotten into me to have thought of others as inferior and despicable? Shame shame Shame!

Yesterday, he sms-ed me to ask for help. His dad got admitted for a mini-stroke and he asked me who's the pharmacist in-charge of his father. The moment I received the sms from him, surprisingly, I wasn't disgusted by the sender's 'name'. Actually, what God taught me last Sunday did trigger a button in me. A stop and wait, then say,  button.

So I replied and answered all his questions. I knew that he's concerned because he needs to return to the camp in a few days time and his father is just warded to the hospital. We exchanged a few sms-es, prayed for him and the family and he asked if he could look for me today.

Today when I went to see his father, their pastor was at bedside and talking to the family. I then met my 'friend' and updated him, explained the condition, the treatment and rationales of the choices of treatment, and answered all his queries. His father was a bit upset because of his condition but we knew that when the medicine has already been in place, what we should do next is to turn to God and seek Him.

All in all, I just felt thankful. God worked between me and the friend and I'm happy because my friend's comforted.. Because of His presence between us, we forged a bond that's of a different kind. This friendship is so different. To me, it's a friendship that is from God and can only be sustained by Him.

Randomness again haha :)




Saturday, May 14, 2011

Greetings!

Hello, how are you?

Sorry for the lack of updates. Don't know if you have such a feeling, but I often feel as if I don't have enough time to rest, reflect and to feel relieved ever since I've become a pharmacist. Sometimes, when the night has come, and I'm on my bed going to fall asleep - I do feel a tinge of regret and sadness for not living well that day.

In medical term - the above-mentioned manifestation could be signs and symptoms of depression. Haha!

Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I'm glad that there're 'emo' moments in me because I'm still a human and there's always the battle of flesh within me. Perhaps it's also for the same reason that I see the continual need to seek God, to pray, and to continue my brethren living although sometimes it could be tiring.

Anyway, just some random thoughts :) Felt bad for having this website up but not running.

I have a new phone! iphone! whee :D

                                                              I miss the guitar in penang :)


Monday, March 28, 2011

So Near Yet So Far

It's 12.39am already. I cannot fall asleep.

He went out of the house an hour ago without his wallet.
And he didn't bring cigarette. That's unusual, because almost 95% of the times, he goes downstairs for his 'wisdom walk' with his cigarettes.

Honestly, I cannot ignore the aura radiated from him the whole day. How should I describe - frustration, worried, pissed etc etc.
The aura felt so negative.

We can sense something brewing.
But he refuses to speak nor share.
Why is it that we are so near, yet so far. Satan is really toying us - really dislike you.

Must something really happen before one comes before You?

Ah... the door's opened. He's back.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Call me to Wake Up

Realized that it was January when I last posted something here. Sometimes I wonder what keeps people continue blogging/ writing diaries? As for me, I think it's because I want to talk to someone that's why I write. Yet I can't seem to find the best person to voice out my thoughts. Or rather, I can't seem to find a right time to talk to the right person about the very right thing that I want to talk about.

Honestly, there's been an explosion of thoughts and emotions in me over a span of 3 months.

Would like to ask a simple question. Have you ever prayed for a dying person/ a person who's just announced dead with a fearful heart? or.. Will you be afraid that the person who's just passed away suddenly jerk and open his eyes widely and stare at you while you're praying for him?

I felt a whole lot of these awhile ago.

And if one really probe deeper, why would one has such a fearful heart?

Answer is simple - because you think you might have done something wrong to the person.

I felt awful. It didn't occur to me that the situations will take such a sharp turn. Uncle had a very bad infection that could possibly take his life away but he responded to the more potent antibiotic which was given over a course of 2 weeks. The team was planning for step down care/ discharging to nursing home already when the situation suddenly turned quite bad. Very bad.

Perhaps I should have realized it sooner. Perhaps certain things should be pointed out much earlier. But he only came under my care on Monday when I managed to point it out on Tuesday. Did a lot of literature search but perhaps it's really too late to even do, or stop, anything.

Walked past the room and saw palliative nurse attending to him. Palliative = end of life. The blood pressure was low at 50 systolic only and we all know we're losing him.

Felt horrible really. Uncle is a christian. The son is a musician and no one sees it coming. Shock is the word. Son didnt want daddy to die alone. He was rushing over very soon. The palliative nurse, being a very kind soul, played christian songs at background.

Uncle appeared peaceful.
Felt so sorry for him - for the pain, for the what if's, for the no one around at that point of time.
I didn't know if he's conscious enough to know that God's with Him.
I hoped he didn't feel alone and knew that God's there with Him.

My heart urged me to whisper a prayer near his ear. I did - but honestly, I didn't know what to pray except to reassure uncle that he's safe in God arms and he fought a good journey in this carnal world. Shame on me. More shameful that this is, a part of me felt that I could have done more for him, thus feared that he'll blame me.

After praying for uncle I left the room. Couldn't take the emotions.

Kept asking why I had those apologetic feelings. Perhaps it's because I think I can do a lot for him, and may be to all my patients when the fact is, there's nothing that I can do for anyone at all in this world because I'm nothing of that kind of capability.

I am not God, I am not the one who created all the things on earth including humans. The guilt came because I thought I could have done something for him. Because I'm have some pathetic knowledge about drugs and disease I thought I could have helped.

But those knowledge that I acquired cannot save souls and it drowns away mine. I have been blinded.

When was the last time I seek guidance from God while at work I asked. I can't seem to remember. Such a joke. I have been working for myself, thinking that I can save the world when I should turn to God and not myself for every patient that I review - because it's only then that I can serve God at work and see how He uses me at work. I did not even seek His perfect will in every situations that come my way. All I did was to feel lousy, angry and sorrowful.

Such a fool.