fever

February 28, 2008 at 2:48 am (Uncategorized)

Charis had fever last evening. Right after bath, while she was being changed, Arnik my helper noticed that she was shivering and also her hands and feet turning blue. She took her temperature and confirmed that she was running a fever at 39.4 degree celcius. 

Immediate response. let’s go to the GP. Daddy was carrying her and she vomited on him. We changed Charis as the vomit was all over her body as well. Prayed for her. Glen, Caryn and Jason happened to be at our home for a meal, so Glen drove us to the GP.

Waited to see the GP for half an hour. Her temperature subsided to 38.4 degree celcius. Great! Can’t trace the source to the problem but just have to keep her temperature down.

We got home, sponge her and gave her her milk, she played on her bed, not wanting to sleep. A while later, she turned herself to sleep with a few hard rubs on her eyes.

What an experience for me. In the middle of the night, I woke up twice to check on her temperature to ensure that it is stabilized. Thank God, she was well throughout the night.

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praise you in this storm

February 5, 2008 at 3:10 am (personal)

Praise You in This Storm (casting crown)
words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms

I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it’s still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.

Chorus:
And I’ll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can’t find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away

Chorus

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

Chorus

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joseph – pit of despair

February 4, 2008 at 3:16 pm (personal)

i wonder how he felt when his brothers plot to throw him into the pit

i wonder how he felt when his brothers were negotiating with the slave traders a price to buy him

i wonder how he felt when the voices of his brothers fade away into the distance

i wonder how he felt when he became a slave in a foreign land

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used

February 2, 2008 at 3:46 am (Uncategorized)

What i have learnt about being vocal and being made used of…  

the danger about being vocal is when you are being used by someone without knowing it to be his mouthpiece. therefore, it’s important to consider now everything you hear and put it through some rigorous thinking and meditation before what comes out be another person’s message that you have never intended to carry.

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life is too short for hang-ups

February 1, 2008 at 7:03 am (Uncategorized)

Mr MC king, mediacorp artist passed away about a month ago. Sudden death. Nobody saw it coming. Heard of another person whom I’ve met before having cancer of the spine, late thirties.

When I look at the brevity of life, like a flower that blooms todays but fade tomorrow. That’s how short it is. Why hold onto the things that you can’t change or are unhappy with. Life is too short to be lived in misery. It’s not worth it.

I will learn to sleep well, enjoy each day and let go of what I can’t change. Not naively but realistically and prayerfully.

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