For My Beloved CG(:

NYP. If any of you are reading this, this entry is for all of you

I was just spending time with Daddy (at 0130 hours in the morning) and guess what I found in my phone after that? A short recording of a small part on the night we had an anointed worship/fellowship session at the Changi Airport 2 days before HM Camp. I had no idea I recorded it but it sure said something: Our caregroup can make awesome music for our awesome God, Amen!

Here it is: NYPCG 13 June 2009

Song List

1. God Is Moving
2. Still
3. Psalm 91
4. Worthy Is The Lamb
5. My Heart Your Home
6. Beautiful Lord
7. Desert Song

I can’t quite remember who were there that night but I know there was Isa, Twt, Sam, Lester (our awesome guitarist), Aaron, Clifton, Jarett, and me! Did I miss anyone out? Never mind the singing (HAHA) but I loved the sharing and fun during supper at MacDonald’s.

We should have more sessions like that, Amen?

Love you all deep deep! REALLYYYYYYY.

Let It Go.

A CEO and MD of New Zealand’s largest textile and fabric wholesaler named Mark Bilton is following me on Twitter. WOW, Twitter does bring us to people. And it’s GLOBAL.

This man said something that stumbled my train of thoughts. He said in his most recent Twitter update, “The price of excellence is discipline. Discipline for me is the bridge between your goals and accomplishments.” Ain’t this something I need at a time like this.

I think that’s the thing. Discipline. Discipline in focusing on my projects. Discipline in getting up for school on time. Discipline in mugging for next week’s IAF test. Discipline in quitting late nights.

And they say Jesus disciplines.

Then there is Tenth Avenue North. Awesome band. Thanks to Kev’s timely introduction. I love the song, “Let It Go”. You say, life is waiting for the one to lose control. You say You will be everything I need. You say if I lose my life, it’s then I’ll find my soul. You say let it go.

I’m caught in the midst of a flu attack for two weeks now, and it’s been coming on and off. It’s really annoying. And the most heartbreaking line I’ve heard today was from Mommy, who always says the same old thing painful things I hate to hear especially when I’m ill.

“Don’t hug me, la.”

“I cannot fall sick.”

“I’m not in the mood today.”

“Go away…”

Sigh. I wish I could pretend it didn’t matter. Turn one eye away and say, “That’s okay.” But I just needed a hug, that’s all. On a night like this… I just want a big, fat loving hug. That’s all.

That’s just all. A hug.

Maybe with Josh, it’ll be a different story.