He was the prophet that prophesied when Israel fell captive to Babylon. He preached but no one listened. He was imprisoned by his own people. He wept and spoke and interceded but there was no tangible change in the hearts of man.
It looked hardly like a successful ministry by any man’s measure. But God didn’t see it that way.
Its Chinese New Year, and if you’re like me, you might find the
I used to write new year resolutions when I was younger. All the enthusiasm meant I gave myself really high achieving goals that I faltered at by February, making me ditch my resolution by March. I’ve settled on various other things after that, and lately, I’ve been realising its not so much about goals but habits that matter. Rather than impossible task that pressure me, I’ve chosen to invest in little things that I can do again and again that shape me to be a better person.
Somewhere in the midst of a grassy field is a patch of daisies starting to bloom, joining the symphony of spring flowers, small but significant. The seeds have laid dormant through winter, and these flowers of the field are now ready to face the sunshine.
I got stuck in a lift a few days ago. It was a one hour ordeal. It was not the best day of the week already, and as I entered the lift and realised it didn’t close properly nor could open, I had to face the reality – the reality of getting stuck in a lift for some time till help comes.
The thing about this incident is that it reminded me of some issues in my life I had been stuck in for ages, that I would rather not have been reminded of it. But a mini miracle happened that day, and rather than going down the usual spiral of negative thought patterns – this time – I managed to find some gems and life lessons through this harmless ordeal.
I been having an unusual wrestling match with God.
Having grown up as someone disciplined upbringing wise, I always understood the reward system very well, but find it hard to accept grace for myself.
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