What if …

What if you find out you have a condition whereby there’s no specific medical cure? And while it’s not life-threatening, it’s still not a nice thing to have. And, nobody really knows the specific cause for it while many have speculated that it’s genetics related. Others claim that certain food is the culprit, but there’s no evidence that both are related.

Here’s a mixture I prepared based on some of the articles I’ve read online. (Mixture: castor oil and turmeric powder). Here’s hoping that this would be the cure. Fingers crossed that some fine doctor will discover a medical cure for lipoma (not surgery).




Step By Step – Tiny Miracles

I never thought I’d see my dad going to church again but today, I was so amazed that he’s feeling well enough to go to church and to want to go for service. You see, my dad had a bad bout with osteoporosis. All those years doing his favourite activity (sweeping the garden) has caused him to have a bad back. And yet, he still strives to sweep the garden. He has to wear braces to support his back for long term and there have been days when he was stubborn and did what he wasn’t supposed to do; which brought him greater pain. There was a time when he was beginning to feel negative and didn’t want to listen to the Chinese sermons I got for him. However, praise God that he is up and about and is well enough to go to church.

Skeletons In The Closet

Thoughts of my friend have been haunting me lately. I knew him when I was a student in the university. He was so much like a father to me and was always there to encourage me whenever I felt down and out. He was also there when I felt like giving up. Then a few years ago, something happened to him. The latest news I heard was he’s been charged with a few things which I will not mention. Every part of me says that he didn’t do it and he had not pleaded guilty. The person I knew then couldn’t have done it. It’s just so out of his character.  Till today, I find it impossible to believe it. I think about his family and what they must have gone through and I feel helpless.

What if the whole thing was a mistake? And what if it wasn’t – and he really committed those crimes? At his age and having to stay at the jail must be horrible and sad. It makes me question myself, if he did do wrong, how forgiving would I be, someday in the future if our paths cross? Perhaps I find it easier to forgive because it didn’t happen to me but it’s still considered deception. Yet I still find myself feeling sorry for him and his family.

Forgiveness is supernatural. That’s my prayer, that the victim (if indeed was telling the truth) can find a way to forgive and then be healed.

The Cluttered Mind

So many things have happened. I have been following the updates on the missing jet and how my heart grieves along with those who still have no closure, up till now.

My dad is unwell again. And so, my heart begins to worry. Again. Yes, I know God is with me. I just wish that I can see or feel His arms around me.


Slow Down

I thought I’d  write a short update on my knee(s) in this post. If you’ve just recently followed my blog, you’ll need to go back to my posts back about 2 years ago if you need the details. Or, I’ll just give you a short background. I injured my knees about 2 years ago when I was training for marathon. I came close to going for an operation but somehow at the last minute, I couldn’t do it. I’ve been going for treatment at my friend’s brother-in-law’s clinic. He’s a chiropractor. Healing has been good. The problem is I took off my knee braces a little too soon when my left knees haven’t regained strength so it’s getting a little painful again. And my weight has increased because I can’t do any cardio workout. So, that puts additional stress on my knees.

So, I went to the clinic this evening. I was told that I’m walking too fast. I guess it’s time to slow down. Stop rushing for everything. (Now I wish that’s the same motto at the workplace.)

When I was still studying in the local college, my sister used to tease me whenever she keeps having to stop at the traffic lights when I’m in the car. She’d say, “is it red underwear?” Obviously when I face the same situation this day, I can’t turn to her and ask her the same thing. Although I remember getting very frustrated whenever I’m stopped by the red lights.

I suppose God is also asking me to slow down…and rest. I must learn to slow down and rest in Him.

Psalm 62:5-8

New Life Version (NLV)

5 My soul is quiet and waits for God alone. My hope comes from Him. 6 He alone is my rock and the One Who saves me. He is my strong place. I will not be shaken. 7 My being safe and my honor rest with God. My safe place is in God, the rock of my strength. 8 Trust in Him at all times, O people. Pour out your heart before Him. God is a safe place for us.



Choose Life Speak Life

Someone got me exasperated on Friday. He said to me, “It looks like you’ve gained weight.” My response was “yes, I’ve gained weight.” So, he said “So, there’s extra burden on your knees.” What followed was his advice (or lecture) about whose diet I should follow etc… At that point, I thank God I didn’t have power like medusa or I’d turn him into stone. Has he earned the right to tell me what to do and what not to do? No!

It’s obvious I know my limitations when I’ve yet to recover from my knee injuries. As much as I would love to go back to doing exercises, my knees wouldn’t let me. And who doesn’t know about avoiding carbohydrates etc? Was he expecting me to eat only once a day?

Moreover, this same person had got me irate a few months back too. Why did he ask about my knees anyway? He had the nerve to say to me “It won’t heal.” Once again, I had to use all my energy to stop myself from blasting him with words.

If he wants to say negative things, go ahead, but speak it to himself. As for me, I say that my God is my Healer. I look forward to the day that I stand before him and say to him, “You said I won’t get better. You said these legs won’t heal. Look at me and know that my God heals.”