A friend's dad recently passed away n she sms to me these words:
"Really need someone who can hug me now,
empty...so empty".
This song is for that dear friend of mine... Held.
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Sunday 16th March, 2008: It was raining lightly...or drizzling.The long journey was compensated by the beautiful scenery. Never in my wildest imagination had I thought that the journey would be a sight for sore eyes. The trees, the contrast between rain & shine, the paddy field, open field, village houses...Oh My! This was supposed to be an Ulu (remote) area! Yet all I can see was beauty and not the dreary, dense jungle as many thought it would be.
At some point, I was really surprised to find that I've actually 'been there' - in my dream. Call it what you want...deja vu?...but I've seen this place somewhere before. It's new yet familiar!
Before this trip we faced so many obstacles.
My nephew Shawn Davies fell ill & refused food. Then there's no Air Asia main office in Bintulu town (as far as this 'ex-Mirian' knows) and we had to purchase the sky-rocketing air ticket from the travel agent, costing each of us (me, Mom & Dad) RM181 each, one way. Due to this expensive air fare, I decided not to buy return tickets coz I'm afraid Dad would grumble coz we all know that he's the thrifty one (sorry to say this, but it's true).
We once planned to journey via land, but it will be troublesome to Dad who has weak bladder. So in the end, I thought the most economic way is to purchase the return air tickets on our arrival @ the airport that same day we flew (yesterday afternoon) since we were supposed to reach Kuching @ 1.30pm. But that was what could be perceived by the mind; what we never thought was that our plan went askew!
Our flight scheduled at 12.30pm was retimed to nightime @ 9.45pm. I thought the next plan was to buy the air ticket in the morning on the next day, but the journey to Simelatong took most of our time.
Despite all these obstacles & difficulties (including suffering from cold for 3 hours being stranded at the Bintulu Airport, after I carelessly left my jacket in the car), the journey & trip itself was a smooth one. According to my brother Anil, the last time they came (about a month before) they had to park the car & walk a good distance to the miraculous place, and there were throngs of people. Hundreds & hundreds of visitors.
This time when we arrived, thankfully the drizzle had stopped. The sky was bright blue and from afar I could see the coconut tree where the sightings occured. It was miraculous to think how on a Palm Sunday morning like that there were less than 10 people hanging around that vicinity. In fact we parked the car just a few metres away from the tree. Sweet.
God, knowing that I & my old aged parents couldn't afford to walk far - has made the path easy & walkable for us.
I could locate the CROSS easily, at the topmost part of the branch where the leaves formed themselves into the divine sign. It shone radiantly in the morning sun. I took photographs of the tree, the place like other visitors too.
Then I lighted the candle & prayed for healing.
I prayed for myself & my family, including my sick nephew back in Bintulu (He was healed a few days after we got back to Bintulu).
Lord, I know that I'm not worthy to witness Your Holyness or Miracle.
I just hope for a little faith.
I admit that I couldn't see Jesus, unlike some others who did.
I just want to keep trusting My Lord despite everything.
The journey itself was enough evidence, that the Lord was with us, Emmanuel.
It reminds me how narrow is the path to righteousness, and how easy is the path to destruction.
But He was with us all the way. PTL!
P/S: We went back to Bintulu on Monday i.e 17.3.2008. Fare - much cheaper i.e RM141 each person, Kuching International Airport Counter.
Faith never gives up.
It knows that despite appearances, all is well.
It can wait without signs or significant indications that God is at work,
because it is sure of HIM,
Each delay is perfectly fine,
for we are within the safe hands of God.
Postponements are reasons to pray.
They're opportunities for GOD to build those imperishable
but hard-to-acquire qualities of humility, patience, serenity, and strength.
He doesn't delay UNLESS HE is planning to do something in our situations.
My first blog, ever..hehe. I feel good today...
Just downloaded Natalie Grant's music, 18 songs in total from that 'Wayar Limau' haha...that's her on the right corner of this page>>>. I find her a very talented gospel singer & was captured by her song 'Held' which I randomly downloaded last time without having the slightest idea of who she is.
At first I thought that she's Natalie Imbruglia (also my fav singer) and she does sound a bit like her. Well...this is Natalie Grant. Her song 'Held' is breath-taking. Praise The Lord for giving people talents to entertain and stir the hearts of His other children. This song in actual fact reminds me of the hard times I faced last year, when I fell apart and thought that there's nothing left to be done, and it was then when God held me close in His arms. PTL.
HELD
(The Lyrics)
At first I thought that she's Natalie Imbruglia (also my fav singer) and she does sound a bit like her. Well...this is Natalie Grant. Her song 'Held' is breath-taking. Praise The Lord for giving people talents to entertain and stir the hearts of His other children. This song in actual fact reminds me of the hard times I faced last year, when I fell apart and thought that there's nothing left to be done, and it was then when God held me close in His arms. PTL.
HELD
(The Lyrics)
Two months is too little...
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence would take a child from his mother
while she prays...Is appaling...
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved...from nightmares?
We're asking 'Why this happens, to us who have died to live?
It's unfair...
Chorus:
This is what it means...to be held
How it feels...
When the sacred is torn from your life, and you survive...
This is what it is...to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell...We'd be held.
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow...
The wise hands open slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow...
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow...
The wise hands open slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow...
(Chorus) This is what it means...to be held...***
Bridge:
If hope is born of...suffering
If this is only the...beginning
Can we not wait for one hour
Watching for our Saviour?
(Chorus)
This is what it means...to be held
How it feels
When the sacred is torn from your life, and you survive...
This is what it...is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
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