It was a warm, balmy night (as most Singapore nights go). The humidity hit me as the car rolled out of Changi Airport, and it didn’t really register then that I was home. Home, then, was a person. It was … Continue reading
The door is always open. And you’re always welcome.
Cross equals love. Love is war. Because He fought for you, he fights for you, and he – Jesus – always will. Continue reading
The good news is this: We’re all living stories. We can choose to make them living love stories. We don’t have to let the gaping hole in our hearts consume us. Continue reading
The last 365 days have been all about unlearning many things. For the most part, it’s felt like I was being taken apart and then, later on, put back together. Continue reading
I’ve never really written fictional stories before, maybe because I believe all stories should have an element of truth. This is part fiction, mostly true, make of it what you will. :) It’s inspired by cold winter nights, the amazing … Continue reading
We talk about haunted places, but seldom do we talk about haunted people. Things die inside of us and we either choose to let the ghosts stay, or tell them to go. Continue reading
I struggled to get out of bed on Sunday. It’s a familiar struggle; it was early afternoon and I was tempted to sleep in, instead of heading to church. But I relented. The moment I put my bag on the … Continue reading
It’s been a good seven months since the big move back to Singapore. Transition has been interesting; some friends say it will take about two years for normalcy to return. Often, people ask, “Don’t you miss Melbourne?” In truth, there … Continue reading
I wanted so badly to say I love Jesus and I love the church, broken and beautiful as she is, the bride of Christ. But I couldn’t. One day, I decided to stop running. To just give it up, lay it down. And literally go – okay, God. You win. You always have. You are good. I’m going to stop fighting.
I decided to choose the light. Continue reading
Is a blank slate ever possible? This is life’s great conundrum, I think – if life won’t give us a brand new slate, are we willing to carve one out for ourselves? Are we willing to believe that we can be made new and whole in spite of our shortcomings and brokenness? Continue reading