GOOP!

I love Goop!

Goop – Gwyneth Paltrow’s some sort of very cool blog. There’s stuff on clothes, cooking, places to go, things to do and stuff I don’t really read. She doesn’t update really often though, but I like!

Loving you for eternity.

Our church signboard at broadway.
The picture has been taken from Natania .

Every time I pass by this signboard, I remember how much God loves us. I remember how no cost was spared to bring us back to him and I remember how he works for the good of those who love him.

giving birth

Just spoke to my wonderful friend who decided to share her experience as an intern at A BIRTHING SUITE. zomg. She said she heard the woman scream, ‘kill it’, repeatedly before yelling out to ‘kill me kill me’. It doesn’t sound particularly pleasant.

Mum, I can’t believe you went through all that THREE TIMES! I would have given up at Leanne.

left-wing

Just quickly..

I remember when I did a government unit and tilted slightly to the left and how my loving family dubbed me, “comrade”. Obviously, being called comrade wasn’t fun and so my left-winged mindset soon dissolved.

On Tuesday, during lecture, we were shown a youtube of the story of Shell and the Ogoni people. Though you must think by now, I’ve grown out of my death-to-big-businesses mode, but I find it hard to progress from that, because when at uni, this is what we are told and taught! Big businesses normally whilst going on with their business, produce negative externalities. Hence, they should compensate the people who are affected by the externalities! Doesn’t it make sense? Maybe this issue is like an iceberg, and we are only the tip. So trying to fully comprehend it fully would just hurt my little brain.

I’m no where near understanding majority of the political issues that arise and don’t worry, I’m also no where near turning into comrade again. Therefore, I’m not sure why I’m so wound up. Well, not really wound up. Anyway, I know being left-winged means more than just frowning upon big businesses. So this rant, does not give my family the right to christen me with another horrible nickname.

I guess my point is quite stupid. But yeah, go search youtube for ‘Shell and Nigera’. It’s really sad, I bet you’ll swing in the same direction as me!

simply to the cross i cling.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

-Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, Rock of Ages, 1776

I really do love going to church. I love it going I go there because I enter the building unsuspecting and normally panting from the walk there, and then when service starts, when songs are sung, and when the sermon gets preached, I realise how much I need God and much more importantly how much God loves us all. And then the day just transforms from a mediocre day that started off with a sleep-in, to a day that sings and points to God.

Today, again I dragged myself out of bed after an hour sleep-in. Soaking in the sprinkles of spring, I lugged my heavy body to the little church full of the smell of lunch being made. Songs were sung, greetings made, and then the sermon started. Coincidentally enough, it was on almost the same passage of the Bible that OCF studied on friday, Hebrews 11 – 12:3. It was wonderfully enlightening listening to the passage being preached outside the parametres of OCF. Ian, our rector, talked about running the race, about preserving, and about fixing our eyes on Jesus. I know I’ll do no justice to the passage, and probably get many bits of it wrong, so I won’t even attempt to reproduce what he said. But what stuck to me was the last bit, about considering Jesus, remembering Him, and fixing our eyes on Him.

The future makes me want to pee in my pants, I have so many things to do, so many things to say, and so many uncertainties to plan for, that if I sit down and contemplate them, I might actually cry. But when I think about all that I have learnt (or all the bits I try to soak in), Psalm 73 comes into mind. The Psalmist talks about how God is always with me, how He holds my right hand and is my counsel. And reminds me that though all things might fail, and I might not end up where I want so badly to be, Jesus is my strength of my heart and my portion. Thus, though everything scares me and renders me weak and tearful, if I just stop panicking and focus on Him, though the race is long, hard, and very painful, I will be reminded that my Jesus is always with me.

Simply to the cross I cling.