Nature's Worship: Driving will never be the same.

All creation sings to you, Lord.

The wind is the worship leader and nature is the congregation.

How they bend and sway to worship the Master, the Maker of the universe.

The flowers, look how they bloom,

Their way of dancing, twirling unto the Lord.

The grass, are the best evangelists.

They spread, no matter where, no matter how,

Spreading the gospel, the Good News, the great commission,

"Oh, be green and full of life, ye blades! Live, serve than lay your life in the arms of the Maker."

Humble are the bees, they buzz. Like Martha, they work,

Like Paul and Silas they sing.

Together, bees are the medley of work and play.

How creation cries out to you,

On the top of their lungs,

Their song is a song of rustling leaves and bright colours,

So easily missed as we drive along the roads,

At 80 kilometers per hour.

Cloud watching.

It was a Sunday and we were on our way to church. During the ride there, I noticed big white puffy clouds in the sky.

I sat there admiring the artful work of God.

Clouds are so beautiful, big and white. They're like bunches of cotton wool sprinkled on a huge pale blue sheet. But, that morning, under every cotton candy ball of cloud was a thin layer of grey cloud.

Some tiny grey clouds hovered far away from the big white ones, and one grey cloud said to me, "Just you wait, I am going to rain on your parade." She sniggered. Crafty little cloud. Church was swell, and then on our way back to church for Alpha, it rained.

Oh boy, did it rain.

She poured magnificently. If only I could find her, I would have congratulated her.

I love rain.

Do you hear me?

It has been a good 13 days since.

All I have to say is, perseverance and prayer makes all the difference.

Chin up. It's only the beginning.

:)

Aku Belum Mati.

I know this place seems like a corpse but in actual fact it isn't.

Sorry, I lied. It is.

So, here I am to revive this place with a little zing or two.

:)

Cheers everyone!

I am back!