Dinner Conversation

CNY ‘so called’ reunion dinner – consisting only of my parents and me.

Dad brought out his secret stash of red wine, pours it into three glasses.

Me: Last night, I had some whisky (note: although I have in the past consumed this, I guess I have never actually mentioned it to either of my parents before this… hmmhmm )

Dad: WHAT?! Cannot!!!

Me (shocked) : Huh? Why not?

Dad: You’re not 18 yet!

Me: ………

Mum sits by and laughs to herself.

The conversation continued on the topic of types and amounts of alcoholic drinks I have consumed thus far; a topic that has never been uttered among the three of us, so formally before.

I guess my parents are just about realizing how old their precious daughter truly is. hahaha…

Interesting for a CNY eve dinner.

service

The one aim of the call of God is the satisfaction of God, not a call to do something for Him.

We are not sent to battle for God, but to be used for His battlings.

Are we being more devoted to service than to Jesus Christ?

hope

There’s a song that’s inside of my soul
It’s the one that I’ve tried to write over and over again.
I’m awaken in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray
To be only yours
I know now
You’re my only hope

Sing to me the song of the stars
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me all the plans that you have for me over again.

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray
To be only yours
I know now
You’re my only hope

I give you my destiny
I’m giving you all of me
I want your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs
I’m giving it back

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray
To be only yours
I pray
To be only yours
I know now
You’re my only hope

(c) Only Hope, 1999 written by Jon Foreman of Switchfoot

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?

My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.

By day the LORD directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”

My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.