Work is worship

"I worship with my work." I was speechless for a moment when a close friend said that to me. Something stirred within me as I reflect on the reason why I work so hard. Why I take my work so seriously? Why can't I just chill through? The only reason I could give myself was, if I slack in my work, then my life is no longer worth living. Truth be it, is that my friend was right. My work is my form of worship to God. Whatever we do, we do it unto Him whose name should be glorified in it and through it. We don't slack. We don't work cincai because it is our form of worship to Him. We give to God our best, because He deserves it. Romans 12:1. When we offer our bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God - this is our spiritual act of worship. I live to serve. "He that refreshes others, will himself be refreshed." Proverbs 11:25

A day of DEATH

Today is a day of Death.

It began as early as 3am. A pregnant mother suddenly developed a heartache and couldn't breathe with no medical history. She passed away.

And then at 10am, a young boy of 19 years of age, suffered from psychology problem, wanted to fly. He found his way to a 4th floor, and jumped down, with a big crowd of 30ish watching him downstairs telling him not to jump. He jumped anyway. And died. His own mother was one of those who witnessed and pleaded.

Then at 3pm, a tourist bus carrying 40 Bruneians crashed into a tree and overturned. Six people died.

All died with no inkling that they would. All died with no hopes of being saved. A sudden death. An accidental suicide. A careless accident.

Perhaps today, we learn about death. That death is inevitable. That death doesn't gives you warning. That death makes us think about life even more.

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1. Do no harm
2. Comfort always
3. Live with no regrets



"Rejoice in the Lord. Again I say, REJOICE!" Phil 4:4

Kota Marudu

I have not introduced my beloved housemates in Kota Marudu. They are Vanessa (pharmacist)and Chek Wai Yee (preschool teacher). They may not know this, but they are God's answered prayer to me. when I found out that they will be staying with me, although for them it wasn't a very happy event (as they literally got chased out of their old house), but for me, I was leaping in joy. Our best times together as housemates, were to cook and have dinner together, and then watch drama together and discuss about it. They are like family to me, and indeed for a person who didn't have any sisters, they are my very good sisters, who picks up after me, who takes care of me when I'm sick, who tells me what to do at times, who understands both my silence and my exuberance, and one whom I don't mind going home to everyday after work.

Vanessa recently got her desired transfer. She'll be leaving us soon. People come and people go. I am happy for Vanessa because she got what she wanted. Indeed all good things comes to those who waits. Chek also requested for a transfer and if she gets it, she'll be leaving by end of this year. Hence, with a heavy heart, I had to watch them leave me.

At times like this, I think of when will I leave Kota Marudu? How long will I be here? Where to go after this? And somehow I know that the time has not come for me to leave.

For the past few months, I have been very busy at work. There were so many events to organize, so many tasks to be done. But, the joy of seeing it being done, is indeed very satisfying. Past few months, I went up on a helicopter into the interior village, I tracked more than started a health program in school, helping more patients in losing weight, organize an event in a kindergarten, and many more. Honestly, after doing so much, I'm tired. Restrospectively, its all worth it.

Going on the helicopter.

A small girl I played with in the village.

Giving nutrition talk to the villagers,

Public cooking demonstration.

Teaching the kids about food pyramid.

Seeing my co-designed banner in public where everyone who enters Kota Marudu could see.

And seeing the kids whom we trained, wearing the vest which I designed.

FUH!

So, what's next for Kota Marudu? We'll see.... "

The lesson in waiting

Ever wondered when you read psalms and its filled with the word "Wait"? It must be a very important thing to do for it to appear so many times in the bible,eh.

I have had experienced waiting so much that I actually thought I could skip it and not do it anymore. But, life itself is filled with waiting. We wait for our turn, we wait for people, we wait for something to happen. Most importantly, we have to wait upon God. Why do we have to wait for God? Is God always slow? I guess not. I guess, we are just anxious humans. We always can't wait.

I once told a friend whom I've always waited, "Nope, I can't wait anymore. I have banned wait from my vocabulary. As much as possible, I do not want to wait." But, now I realize how wrong I could have been. Waiting is a crucial process. When we wait, things happen. Waiting is not a passive action. In fact, it is an active action. In waiting, we learn things which we would not learn otherwise. We learn patience, we learn trust, we learn perseverance, we learn hope, we learn wisdom and most importantly, it nourishes our faith. And to realize that all these precious lessons could be forfeited by anxiousness.

Indeed, waiting is a fertile ground of actions. Just as a farmer waits for harvest, which may or may not happen depending on the weather, we wait. In hope.

"Rejoice in the Lord. Again I say, REJOICE!" Phil 4:4