travel

Hi dearies,
I'm sorry for not updating this site for eons. For a leisurely read, this is my kenyan journal> breakfastinkenya.wordpress.com
And I'm now in europe, am having the time of my life!

everything in its time

Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead

How long till my hunger is fed

They say it's hard to make it in this part of town

So many people on this merry-go-round
Some folks try astrology

Some turn to crystal balls

To find an answer, To get through it all

I just fall on my knees and I try to pray

In the silence I can hear Him say

The river runs and the river hides

Out to the ocean and under the sky

I promise you, the answer will come

Hold on to patience and watch for the sign

Everything in its time

I often feel like I'm two steps behind

Somebody must have moved that finish line

There are a thousand reasons

Why I should give up

But I'm stubborn in the things I believe

The river runs and the river hides

Out to the ocean and under the sky

I promise you, the answer will come

Hold on to patience and watch for the sign

'cause maybe there's another plan

One I still can't see

A little surprise, like your love in my life

Funny how time changes how we see

The river runs and the river hides

Out to the ocean and under the sky

I promise you, the answer will come

Hold on to patience and watch for the sign

Everything in its time

people

Christmastime's here again in the blink of an eye. Time to look through those addresses in my aged diary, hoping to get some cards done before christmas is over. Discovered many little notes left by people who've crossed my path sometime or another, and have left a footprint in my heart- some of whom I cannot picture anymore- and I'm saddened by how I might never see them again. Those who've come through the corridors and dining halls of Ormond and Kendall in my time, or whose abodes I've been through in country Victoria, or whom I've prayed with or shared a room with during those OCF camps. I wonder where you are, how you're doing, and whether you've forgotten me as well. Let me just leave some names on this blog for my reminiscence... Evan & Aileen Brough; Stan and Marion Kerr of Kerang, Rolf and Liz Malmo of Yarrawonga, Audrey and Francis of Malaysia, Helga of the Netherlands, Ninoska of Peru, Habib of Bahrain, Helene and Claire of France, Ben of Botswana, Annie of Shanghai, Noor of India, Ormondians- Chilton, James Yu, Mei, Joe, Alicia, Wesley, James Reynolds, Jess Edquist, Alex Holmes, Alex Ong, Rashi Viz, Chris, Sarah, Hannah, Amelyn, Emma. All my dearest OCFers, from my cell groups, easter camp comm, melbourne uni, so many of you. Chin, David, Lih Rui, where are you? And all my vet school mates. I know there are more people I wish to mention, but I can't remember.

=.=

God is good all the time.

living

This journey is my own.

rain

pitter patter came the rain, light dancing drizzles a minute but angry drops the next
twice in two days she seemed extraordinarily moody
but it don't matter when the company's right
it don't matter what the weather's like
even if it means scrubbing dirt off the back of my shirt
or walking through puddles with brand new white shoes
i wish it were so cold, the moments would freeze.

Love is...

Thank you for the song dudes. Of course I remember it, you can't imagine how touched I was.

15th Oct 2000

Love is a wonderful gift
That you have given to me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see

Now I live for You alone
All my sins You have atoned
And I give You all my praise
All my life I will follow after You

Love is a sweet sweet gift
That makes me soar on eagle wings
Your grace has set me free within
When You died on calvary

CMI MuSicWorks 2000