Star-dusted promises
September 26, 2015 § Leave a comment
Beholding your beauty is all that I long for,
To worship you Jesus is my soul’s desire,
For this very heart you have shaped for your pleasure,
Purposed to live your name high.
Here in surrender, in pure adoration,
I enter your courts with an offering of praise,
I am your servant come to bring you glory,
As it is fit for the work of your hand.
I remember singing these words worry-free, easy and simply as I sat swinging under the stars during camp. All that I knew was looking up to the moon and knowing God was with me, all around me was Him.
He still is.
But why is my heart stirring, and why can’t I sleep?
I’ve made a decision with you during those nights. To continue spending my time just with you. No distractions, focused and not giving away my heart to just any.
Its finally the day I have dreaded. The day I brave myself to face that face which will crumple as I end things for good. Ugh the queasiness from the thought.
The piano plays in my head keeping me awake and aware of the melodramatic scene about to play out. While at the background I hear evidently victory percussion beats through trumpet blasts, triumphant music of relief that beckons to be heard when I’m done and through with it. Unexcitedness of tooth extraction proportions.
I don’t know how to prepare myself.
Hence I’ll go with honesty. And lower my head, because I was not right -I was and am not ready. It isn’t the right person. It isn’t, but I won’t treat him any less of a brother God has allowed me to cross paths with.
Here’s hoping to sleep.
lei
Cliché as Clarity
September 1, 2015 § Leave a comment
I’ve been away for the past 3 weeks in Camp Cameron.
Here’s how being dragged off to camp in the middle of my precious 2 month break, was like.
It was serene.
I got to get away from the places I lost things of myself.
I got to know God better.
We woke up to early mornings in quietness with Jesus through his spoken word.
We learnt alot about the Bible, God’s word that spoke in a raw and nonstrategic manner. It was unorchestrated, word-filled Bible study sessions. And I just felt sad as God did when the Israelites forgot his goodness time after time, and angry as God did when they prostituted themselves to other gods and disappointed as God did when his own people rejected him as king.
I made an incredible new friend. And we shared about many things in our life.
There were outings and family sharings, games and such.
Still the best for me, was time I had to go for walks and sit on the swings. Stand in the cold air, breathing in the wind that breezed through my being. I got to spend time with God.
Its been such a while that we had so much time to access to. I could sit on the swings early in the morning before the crack of light, look up to the moon talking to you and it would be fine.
I lost little parts of myself when I invested in people I thought would remain important in my life. I thought the investments would flourish and I would gain from the little seeds I sowed in them. I didn’t think each time I watered it and weeded its surroundings, I was giving out of my own.
When the plant eventually died, along with it, I lost parts of myself.
I went to camp a little empty and initially there were moments I just sat quietly, not knowing what to say.
What is there to say that you do not know already? There is nothing to say. I feel nothing.
A few nights in and the session of redeeming relationships with God arrived.
I cried my heart out. Of the foolishness I displayed, before God and men. Rather, towards God with men.
Words from Bible studies rang in my head, Oh, how can I give you up, Israel? How can I let you go? (Hosea 11:8a)
I’m no Israelite, but I am God’s child whom he has chosen. And here I was, constantly being distracted.
3am sobriety calls have warned me, but time again I forget to keep my first love.
The first week to me was about basking in God’s presence, giving myself wholly to him -family scars, eczema, self-image issues and all.
We did deal with alot of family related stuff, but I felt over the years I’ve cried so many tears and am in progress (albeit, slow) in being an instrument of reversal in my family and allowing scars to heal.
More often than not, as the second week rolled by, my relationship with God was at the forefront in my mind. To me, everything else was a result of my main foundation in life.
Yet, I did still take time to look deeper into things that were brought up.
By the third week, I felt like I found a connection. I’m uncertain about its plausibility, but its a possibility. My past to how I am in the present and making choices for the future. It could be my parent’s marriage, fears as a child, also having eczema that have led me to be someone who desires to share my life yet ironically being really quite skeptical and not easily convinced. I distrust the idea of a man liking me for actually who I am, on the inside. I’m not easily convinced you are it for me. And I am so afraid of making a commitment with the wrong person.
Wow this note is becoming quite drawn out and detailed.
By the end of all of it, the third week, I was confirmed by a message from a guest speaker. Mr Goh, an elderly man who felt God’s promptings to change his message on both nights of his session -confirmed to me what I felt I had to do for my life too. It’s really simple, to live an authentic Christian life. To be smitten by God’s word, to listen more and talk less in prayer, to put God first. To keep my eyes on Him, and allow the treasures of his word enrich, rebuke, rebuild and reveal his purposes for my life. In that, allowing all fears and worries to leave one by one. To begin each day with Him, bringing Him through what I do daily. Spending time with Him because its what I want to do. Because if He’s the most important person in my life, then He should be the person I spend most of my time with.
I’m trying to bring this back into my life back in reality, and out from that secluded haven.
Stop running around the same darn bush, stop wandering in the wilderness.
For heaven’s sake, and quite literally, choose.
14 Now therefore fear the Lord and serve him in sincerity and in faithfulness. Put away the gods that your fathers served beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord. 15 And if it is evil in your eyes to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your fathers served in the region beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. (Joshua 24:14-15)
At the beginning of camp, we were asked what we expected to receive by the end of it.
I’d say I did receive my clarity.
Middle English (in the sense ‘glory, divine splendor’): from Latin claritas, from clarus ‘clear.’
lei