Good, bye.
Tears remind me of that deep love rooted in me. So thankful to the Father that we have, He makes everything glow in wonderfulness.
A piece of chocolate, it is dense and white, I chew in wonder. How I love this sky and the touch of breeze. Perhaps it was time to farewell the good things, prepare to see what more to come and dream a picture of peace and joy.
A travel, a journey, I know I’m still walking and smiling because I see clearly from a distance, a horizontal of hope.
Farewell drips emotionally.
What more could we ask for, apart from the Creator’s great love? The boldness for sharing the love we have received from Him.
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We often search, shop, indulge and regret. Be thoughtful and thankful for once, we will see the spirit of happiness in us.
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A day of colour yellow, enjoy a glorious day in the sun.
Would you rather be transported to somewhere with someone unexpected, or be transported to somewhere unexpected with someone?
Endless praise to the Lord!!
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. - Psalm 46:1
Faith v.s. fame
I look up to this guy, not because of his nationality but his tenacity of willingness and in trust.
None of the Chinese coverage of Lin’s exploits mentioned his faith. As a result, relatively few Chinese citizens know about Lin’s faith. After all, for the Communist Chinese to acknowledge Lin’s Christianity would be, to put it mildly, awkward.
The action here is not to judge, but pray. Prayers for more unity, wisdom and knowledge for the Chinese leaders, Christian population in China increase, and lastly- something that has always been my cry-out to God - the relationship between China and Taiwan.
Only God can change people.
For he himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility. - Ephesians 2:14
A thinker in nature and an expresser in progress.
No test, no testimony
When your mind tells you not to do it, do it. Take a step further, endure and commit to it. If you consider your life adequate, perhaps you haven’t noticed the silent knock on the door. Have you ever thought about being tested?
When I look at a photo, thoughts naturally float on the surface of my brain. I looked at my parents and then myself. How little I was.
I was never aware of how precious this photo is, until the other day my friend asked in a unbelievable voice tone, “Is this your mom?” I thought, who else would she be… but I went on pondering at my friend’s comment. The way my mom dressed and the slight smile on her face, I can’t seem to remember her in this kind of outfit.
My mom and I have one thing in common, that is, we trust in Jesus and we pray. I realised how limited and strained love could be if God is not within us. I miss my mom and dad and I know they miss me just the same. Now I look at this photo, thoughts coming through like rain tumbling down; tears are pouring on the inside. What triggers? Love. Because I love my mom and dad. It is a non-verbal communication, beautiful and natural. Love makes me miss them.
I adore photography, it always catches something. Not every significant corners and angles, but always with some magnificent moments and emotions. Whether it is coloured or black and white, it tells different stories. As I reflect the “quality” of this photo, I am writing a letter to the author of my life…
