“神啊，我的生命不只是如此吧！”
Yet another stroke of inspiration.
I love reading blogs of God-loving, God-fearing people, like Eliot and Michael.
They remind me of who my God is and how I can live my life to draw closer to Him.
Their posts (certainly not all; but just one is enough) move and inspire me so much.
Tonight's a first, though.
I was actually moved to tears.
Well, I didn't cry but tears were welling up in my eyes. :P
Mike's post hit the nail on the head. He described things that were going through my mind as well, reflections that I had and emotions I am feeling.
I just felt so overwhelmed by His grace and mercy and providence. By His forgiveness and undying love.
If there is ever a forever with love,
it is with Him.
And I am reminded of something I wanted to put down in words:
Is this all there is to my life? Surely not!
Lord, what do you want to use me for?
How can I live for you in York? What do you want to use me for in the UK?
I want to do great things for God.
I want to do great things for my Lord! ♥
This year has been quite the ride so far
and I feel like I've grown so much spiritually.
All the people I've met, all the whispers the Holy Spirit has been breathing.
The conviction just grows.
Saying that I'm glad is an understatement. Heh
Mr Mike Koh from work. Wow, he's one guy that inspires just by a smile or a touch.
And of course Ms Wendy Wong -- the gentle strength in everything she does.
Eliot. Always Eliot.
Then there was Lorraine too; with the emails, the prayers...
David -- his legacy outliving his life on the physical world.
Oh, and Patrick. His words, so filled with wisdom. His manner so humble.
People like them move me to want to do more for my God; they indirectly drive me to better myself so that I can somehow inch closer towards God's perfect standards.
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I can't believe how passive I was until I really looked back.
I used to think that I'm very involved with the church and am spending so much time on my faith.
It was not until I realised that I've not even been on a single Mission Trip yet,
or that I've not successfully brought anyone to Christ yet,
or that I still don't have the guts to stand up and speak out for my faith,
that I see how little I was doing.
How insufficient my actions and attitudes were.
How far I've fallen short!
But His kindness and mercy never fails and He still loves me, guides me, stands by me.
Perhaps some of you don't understand what I'm saying or feeling,
but if you give Him a try, I'm sure one day you'll experience it deeply too.
(I wouldn't want you to waste your time on reading my entries if you can't relate to them at all!)
Words just cannot do justice to who He is.
(This reminds me of Sylvia Plath's Poems, Potatoes. Heh)