Chinese Reunion Dinner

Standing L - R : Sister Bridgett with Daniel then Daddy
Sitting L -R : Little Marco with Daniel-Ma, Ah Too, Me and Mummy

56'25''

This morning I conquered the Double-hill, with much pride.

With Sergeant Zairin pushing from behind, my feet hasten.
Accompanying every ferocious shout of his, at my ears, my pace quicken.

And Corporal Farah pulling in front, my body advanced.
Accompanying every vigorous breath of her, down my neck, my heart pounded.

And so I finished at 56’25’’ for ~10.5km. A record to keep for a very-very long time.

Hooyah!

Thru' stormy night

In the twinkling of an eye, the letter was ready. But my heart for many moons were in raging storm, flooded with many questions and clouded with uncertainties. My boat was rocking hard.

In rising tide, I sought in vain for the sight of shore through the flood.
In total darkness, I searched in vain for the gleam of light through the storm.
The thunderous roars within me were deafening.
It confused me. It scared me. It paralyzed me.

Not until I reached out my hand, and felt His.

Today, my heart is still, though questions remain unanswered and uncertainties remain mysteries. But He, the King over the floods and storm, holds my hand.

I signed the resignation letter, handed over. And as I was headed back to my working desk, I know for sure He will be  with me at the Atlantic Ocean. 

My Provider!

I was disappointed!

But strangely the disappointment vaporized into thin air very soon. For past weeks I prayed for His perfect will to be enthroned as I relinquished my selfish wants, only holding on to the truth that if He had graciously provided the lamb at Mt Moriah to Abraham, will He not be my Jehovah Jireh, my Provider!

If only the seperation scheme was granted, I had an endless list of "I could". I could do this, I could afford that, I could settle this, I could offer that, I could plan this, I could have that, I could give this.... I could... I could... But out of no-where this came to my list , I could strip Him of the glory due to Him in providing for all my needs.

Ew! Pretty awful. How could I! How dare I!

And so, chin up! My God will supply all my needs according to His riches in Glory in Christ Jesus. Amen.
 

The Unknown Kingdom, Unsung Warriors

All I know.
For the gruesome civil war had drenched the land, leaving a bloody soaking ground.
The grotesque civil war had traumatized the people, leaving a grief stricken heart.

But this land will be my home soon.
And these people will be my neighbors soon.

For the very little I know of the past overwhelmed me with great fear.
So I seek out

As I learned this West African land, I see beauty. On the west, it’s the glorious Atlantic coastline with pristine colorful beaches, followed by low-lying mangrove swamps. And the refreshing mountainous plateau lined the east, this very scenic undulating nature is the home to the many heritage mountain villages. Then the central is covered with tropical rainforests, grassland savannas and scattered farmlands - imagine such a diverse landscape. I could hardly conceal my excitement to step my feet on this unknown kingdom.

 



Soft sand and clear water of Tokeh Beach, SierreLeone



As I studied these West African people, I find life. In the midst of exacerbating hardship and poverty, yet the people smile with mesmerizing hope and dance with soaring courage. The aftermath of civil strife does not dishearten their spirits instead they become stronger. Even with physical disablements, their heaps put me to shame. I could barely withhold my enthrallment to greet these unsung warriors.

And, now the very presence I discover liberated me with wondrous joy.




The single-legged footballers of the Sierra Leone Amputee Sports Club

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During Sierra Leone's decade-long civil war, rebels developed the horrific tactic of chopping off the hands or legs of civilians as a way of sowing terror in the population.