In MJ's words,
"If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with."
Love,
Joy
2 down 4 more to go!
I know how unprepared i am, so all faith man!
coughcough-
We are all not-so-secretly aiming for best improvement award! ^^
Am already looking forward to the end of this week!!
I am, free, free, all my chains are brokennn~
This weekend is gonna be a blastttt!! ^^
Love,
Joy
Study plans totally wrecked for the past few days, but ultra fulfilling and God engineered.As Pastor How aptly put it,
no one is gonna remember or care who's the national champion or top student in the years to come.
no one is gonna remember who won the most medals..
But I'll remember 27 june 09, just 2 days before the start of my exams,
when I brought a 30+ year old Japanese backpacker to experience God for the first time in her entire life.
I know in that instant, a heart is stirred and changed.
I jokingly told my brother that if i fail my exams, ill boldly tell Mr Seng that i didnt have time to study cause i hosted a Japanese backpacker around Singapore just a few days before the exams. (Haha)
Next week, it's just gonna be another exam, out of the many i've taken and going to take.
But a day of hosting a Japanese backpacker around Singapore, is something special.
(More so cause it's her first time here O_O)
Things like these,
they last for eternity.
(& of course Joy also knows that she needs to do well eventually.)
Love,
Joy
"Love you to love Me."
This Love,
no one can ever take away.
but offer this heart completely to You.
Love,
Joy
I've come to realise that
the reason why we fall sometimes,
is to be assured that someone's gonna catch you.
Over and over again, undoubtedly.
Love,
Joy
Thank you Liz for being the best neighbour i can ever ever ask for, to make the impossible possible.Anyway,
I ended off my 17th with an extremely high note!~
Raced down roads with Melo & Cab uncle at 11+!
(making me realise what an awesome exciting life im leading)
Nonetheless with a settled+ inspired + renewed heart and spirit to take on the 'new' year!
GOGOGO.
Adding, rearranging.
Love,
Joy
"The joy. It comes around rarely, so rarely we forget it can happen. But that, that's why we do this. The joy. "
-Grey's anatomy
I need to find that back,
find back myself.
Love,
Joy
Back in the minefields again.
Delete all hog photos from com: check!
Delete all workplan from past: check!
Delete all hog bookmarks on net: check!
Clear inbox in phone: Check!
Clear sent messages + Saved messages in phone: Check!
Act guai at home, but not too guai that they think im guilty of anything: Check!
It's gonna be fine,
not sure how and when,
but i guess this is the Mystery BestFriend has put into my life to unlock for now.
Love,
Joy
The Wemmicks
The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.
And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.
The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.
Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.
Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots.
After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason.
"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another.
"He's not a good wooden person."
After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.
One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia.
It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.
'That's the way I want to be,'thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.
"It's easy," Lulia replied. "every day I go see Eli."
"Eli?"
"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."
"Why?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there. "
And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away.
"But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out.
Lulia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots.
"It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli.
He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard.
"I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.
"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.
Punchinello stopped.
"Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you."
Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.
"You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.
"Of course I do. I made you."
Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm, " he spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."
"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."
"Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."
"You don't?"
"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."
Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"
Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.
"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks."
"I know. She told me about you."
"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"
"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."
"What?"
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care."
Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.
"Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."
Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.
Love,
Joy
Really tired right now!
But i feel like im over the moon!! ^^
Of course not because im the cow that jumped over the moon, (lol)
but it's so so endearing to see little children running all over church!
Today, my heart went up and down a few notches today!!
Heart soared to a whole new height when I stepped into the bubble lift only to see children cleaning up the church together! Not forgetting how they fought to serve food for the teachers!
AWWW.
My heart "melted into puddles and puddles of water!"
when an 8 year old JunXiang offered to help me wash all the plastic cups when he saw that i was in the toilet alone cleaning up.
DOUBLE AWWW!
Ahhh, but my heart also fell deep down below when i saw Kevin ran towards the white gate, wanting to go out, and wailing "Go away! No one loves me!"
That instance, i swear my heart ached like never before. =(
___
The kids really showed me the pure essence of Serving.
Doing it WHOLEheartedly, doing it with pure Love, and doing it simply because they want to carry the burden of their teachers.
This is why the next generation is so awesome and precious,
and this is why,
they are my reason.
Love,
Joy
