tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17579899780693242382024-03-14T04:49:48.371+08:00EXOUSIA (ἐξουσία)the power of authority (influence) and of right (privilege) to make God famous!Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-71531946326679334412011-09-05T00:43:00.006+08:002011-09-05T00:46:37.141+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFBJdJ5s4srwemB58JEGpdregt19sXsqmbmR7RElvkYZExprDa3EfvxR0LWc0ziYNnorQBCxxO8BDf8eYL0O8HCvUmOlV2Fiz3YXxI8sRPUNxOzCoW34SqVnaRKQ-bHadxSwLh90daLI/s1600/here+i+am+.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFBJdJ5s4srwemB58JEGpdregt19sXsqmbmR7RElvkYZExprDa3EfvxR0LWc0ziYNnorQBCxxO8BDf8eYL0O8HCvUmOlV2Fiz3YXxI8sRPUNxOzCoW34SqVnaRKQ-bHadxSwLh90daLI/s320/here+i+am+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648546437292703826" /></a>
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<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">A shelter over me</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">Beautiful and mighty</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">Everlasting King</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">You are my strong tower</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">Fortress when I'm weak</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">Your name is true and holy</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
<br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; ">And Your face is all I see</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">
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<br /></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " >Later in the evening, I read a blogpost from 'The Preacher's Wife' (Blog of Holl Furtick, wife to Pr. Steven Furtick, Elevation Church) How lovely and timely! It's the story of Sarai and Hagar in Genesis 16. Read <a href="http://http://hollyfurtick.typepad.com/the_preachers_wife/2011/08/he-sees-you.html">He Sees You.</a></span></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " >
<br /></span></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Honestly the waiting has been a toil. But I have received assignment for a faith journey, the promise that God will bring everything to completion...I have to endure through this season! I don't want to be messing up God's plan! I don't want to be playing Sarai and Hagar. I want to trust God. </span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The assurance is knowing that my God sees my every need, every dream, every struggle....and the list is endless. The exciting thing about reading the post, chewing on the verse is that God birthed a new song (yes, it's one of my dreams to write songs) *smile*</span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
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<br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Verse 1:</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are the God who sees</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are the God who hears</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are the God who holds me close</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>And take away my fears</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>
<br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Verse 2:</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are the God who cares</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are the God who loves</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You gave Your Son to die for me</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>And set me high above</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>
<br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Chorus:</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I will lift my hands to praise You</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I will worship and adore You</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>All that I am and I will be</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I give it all to You</b></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are my God</b></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>You are my God</b></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><em><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>
<br /></b></span></em></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><em><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Genesis 16:13 She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.”</b></span></em></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " ><div class="entry-content" style="position: static; clear: both; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; "><div class="entry-body" style="clear: both; "><p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; "><b>
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<br /></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Been questioning God a lot as well. Have you forgotten about these dreams? Are these dreams align to Your heartbeat? Will they ever come true? *speechless*</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div>
<br /></div><div>WAIT. The answer has been WAIT. </div><div>"For how long?' I asked God.</div><div>WAIT. Just WAIT. *speechless*</div><div>
<br /></div><div>But God decided to say something else last Sunday during service. </div><div>Altar call made. I was already standing in the front row and prayed the congregation will respond.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">A dear sister came up and prayed for me, "There will be hardwork and toils if you are building something but God will bring everything to completion! He will not leave it hanging. Every dream that you think you sacrifice is not a sacrifice. God will give it back to you. <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>He will bring everything to completion</b></span>." *eyes lit up*...and *tears rolled down* </span></span></span></div><div align="center" id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
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He came back from a Sports Convention in Hong Kong, all excited.<br /><br />We were in the car, and he said with excitement, “I learn this new game in the convention, and I want to introduce to the youth.”<br /><br />“Oh, what game is it?” I asked. In my mind, I was thinking about indoor ice breaker game.<br /><br />“It’s called Floorball. It’s very interesting game. I think you will like it,” he said, beaming with pride.<br /><br />“Floorball? What’s that?” I asked. I was a bit sceptical as to how the game will be like. In my mind, I was wondering how interesting can this game be lah?<br /><br />“So what is it like? Tell me lah.” I asked again. Actually, I wasn’t very interested to know but since it’s going to be introduced to the youth, I should at least know it first hand.<br /><br />“You wait lah...I will introduce during youth camp,” he said.<br /><br />That’s the end of our conversation. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br />A while later, I left for Singapore for a work trip.<br /><br />While in the hotel room, I received a call from my Youth Pastor.<br /><br />“I need your help to bring back some stuff,” he said.<br /><br />“Huh? What stuff? Big or not?” I asked reluctantly. (Sorry! Haha)<br /><br />“Floorball sticks. I need you to call this person and make arrangement to get the sticks. Tell him my name and that we will arrange payment later,” he said.<br /><br />“What is it? How does it look like? If too big, how do you expect me to carry back? Do you know that I’m going back by bus? Will we get taxed or not?” I asked endlessly while trying my utmost best to convince him to drop the idea of getting the stuff.<br /><br />To cut short the story......</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Guess what? I got convinced to bring back Floorball sticks to Penang. It was long, bulky and heavy....but no regrets. Why? Cause that’s the start of something new! :) </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-26441923324056581022011-03-07T14:47:00.008+08:002011-03-07T14:57:47.338+08:00Will You Marry Me?<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >One fine afternoon... (while Ash, Nat and I were playing Monopoly Deal)<br /><br />Me: Ashton, will you marry me?<br />Ashton: No, I want to marry my mummy! (with a smiley, cheeky expression)<br />Ash, Nat & Me: BUT your mummy is married already!!!<br />Ashton: MY MUMMY IS MARRIED ALREADY???? (with a puzzled look)<br />Ash, Nat and Me: Yes, she is married to your daddy! (Ashton is still looking puzzled!)<br />Ashton: (Thinks for a while...) Then I want to marry Ta-Jie and Er-Jie!<br /><br />A while later.....<br /><br />Me: Ashton! You smell funny! You pooped!!!! Ok, go ask Ta-Jie and Er-Jie to wash your bum.<br />Ashton: (run towards me and hug me) I think I want to marry you! Wash my bum!!<br /><br />The expressions and cheekiness of a two-year old boy! Priceless! ;)<br /></span><br /><!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws --><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-57642959451117881692011-02-18T17:47:00.011+08:002011-02-18T18:13:01.719+08:00Walk in Faith<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOxj1WH2uHdrea98ylZNb9-kua8YGewJaWwqmPabzbGwy3hZa9EGtWpJqyfyJ2lZBPykVBNHsKoqibKKunqujkrN9Yj8VEggaRRjBNMvmyqOSnq4_2ee9c-TxowmgmBF9Rn61_fDU94Y/s1600/ocean-walk-of-faith-3243564313.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOxj1WH2uHdrea98ylZNb9-kua8YGewJaWwqmPabzbGwy3hZa9EGtWpJqyfyJ2lZBPykVBNHsKoqibKKunqujkrN9Yj8VEggaRRjBNMvmyqOSnq4_2ee9c-TxowmgmBF9Rn61_fDU94Y/s320/ocean-walk-of-faith-3243564313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574969880127012946" border="0" /></a><br /><span jsid="text"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >"I have never walked on water<br />felt the waves beneath my feet but<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">at Your word Lord, I'll receive<br />Your</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">faith to walk on oceans deep"</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Here In My Life - Hillsong Australia)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" jsid="text" >Faith is the substance of things hoped for,<br />the evidence of things not seen.<br />(Hebrews 11:1</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >)</span><br /><!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws --><!-- END CBOX --></div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-5172597507503346232010-08-13T01:06:00.010+08:002010-08-13T01:23:20.488+08:00Trust His Heart<div align="center"><strong>6 June 2010</strong><br />Questions, questions, questions, questions.....<br /><br /><em>You have many questions concerning certain issues. </em></div><div align="center"><em>God is saying, don’t be afraid. </em></div><div align="center"><em>He will take care of everything.<br /></em></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>17 July 2010</strong><br />Questions, questions, questions....<br /><br /><em><strong>God is never wrong</strong>. He has never rendered a wrong decision, experienced the wrong attitude, taken the wrong path, said the wrong thing, or acted the wrong way. He is never too late or too early, too loud or too soft, too fast or too slow. He has always been always will be right. He is righteous. – Max Lucado<br /></em><br /><strong>“The Lord our God is right in everything he does.” Daniel 9:14<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong> </div></strong><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>He will take care of everything!</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><strong>6 August 2010</strong><br />Questions, questions...<br /><br /><em>God is God. He knows what He is doing. </em></div><div align="center"><em>If you can’t trace His hands, trust His Heart. – Max Lucado<br /></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>10 August 2010</strong><br />Questions.</div><div align="center"><br /><em>God is too wise to be mistaken.<br />God is too good to be unkind.<br />So when you can’t understand,<br />When you don’t see His plan,<br />When you can’t trace His hands<br /><strong>Trust His heart.</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(excerpt from Dreams of a Woman by Sharon Jaynes)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>11 August 2010</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>I shall ask no more. </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>TRUST HIS HEART</strong>!</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>*silence*<br /></em></div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-848068191696864522010-07-14T00:43:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:41:05.410+08:00Isaiah 41:10<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx3l0DeWL9BsevJHtUI36su1_OHO87jxmvXVO-On71Y5Vwq_fDv16b7apNIBka5MZfVkn6a9TtBrSm_La3RlA-VC9i6Lk43tv4Q2Bydl-fYe8YURfqf3roqb1gtZa1flIKO5NITx4L1A/s1600/4344520727_6cd9d0698a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493432723653276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx3l0DeWL9BsevJHtUI36su1_OHO87jxmvXVO-On71Y5Vwq_fDv16b7apNIBka5MZfVkn6a9TtBrSm_La3RlA-VC9i6Lk43tv4Q2Bydl-fYe8YURfqf3roqb1gtZa1flIKO5NITx4L1A/s320/4344520727_6cd9d0698a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Isaiah 41:10</strong></div><div align="center">My baptismal text. Frankly when I receive this verse as my baptismal text, I wasn't exactly happy. Reason? It's way too long a verse for me to memorise. :p Didn't understand why the church gave such a long verse. BUT thanks be to the one who chose thise verse for me. It has carried me through difficult times, tough times - my SPM days, my college years, when work overwhelmes me, when fear knocks at the door of my heart.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">How could I allow myself to forget this verse, and the power it has over every situation in my life? How could I allow myself to forget the very truth that God's presence is with me and that He has His hands upon me. :) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Dear Lord, please continue to embed this truth into my heart and my spirit. Forbid it O Lord that I should allow fear to take hold of me. Manifest Your presence in my life, and hold me in Your close embrace forever. Never ever ever let me go! Thank You Lord! Amen!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Ohh...and another beautiful thing is that my whole family was baptised on my birthday, 19 July 1992)</span></em></div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-74564349274743383632010-07-12T10:25:00.002+08:002010-08-07T09:36:56.569+08:00Take Me Away...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9zBSpU-RWADN4O02tx8OT3P45CF519wv9Q0Bpe08tMqsk5bO8SvHTY3pewOX-KNnuhHWjFLPlf-6K3PNQANKtk3WMZqoJaYsQNgNtTmINRd9tpwfnsPqMdYfo4xggFiBePRnOITY2j0/s1600/93f7796709136cbe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492840497657700738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9zBSpU-RWADN4O02tx8OT3P45CF519wv9Q0Bpe08tMqsk5bO8SvHTY3pewOX-KNnuhHWjFLPlf-6K3PNQANKtk3WMZqoJaYsQNgNtTmINRd9tpwfnsPqMdYfo4xggFiBePRnOITY2j0/s320/93f7796709136cbe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="cboxdiv" align="center">Melbourne? Perth? Tasmania? Anywhere?<br /></div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-24171579149641008942010-07-07T00:44:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:44:03.569+08:00Refine Me O Lord...<div align="left">Received this story via email today. A very beautiful picture of Malachi 3:3. Guess it's something I needed to hear. </div><div align="left"><br />Ever wonder why we women seem to be so long suffering? Whether we are married, a mom, a divorcee, a widow or a being a single, maybe this verse has some answers. </div><div align="left"><br /><em>Malachi 3:3 "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."</em> This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. </div><div align="left"><br />One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study. </div><div align="left"><br />That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver." She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. </div><div align="left"><br />The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.</div><div align="left"><br />The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it"</div><div align="left"><br />If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><em>My earnest prayer is that I will be willing to allow God to refine me. O Lord, grant me the grace and strength to go through this refining process. I know it will be painful and uncomfortable, but help me see You even in the midst of the pain and discomfort. And when all is over, may I reflect Your glory! </em></div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-6801381008713883602010-07-04T00:36:00.003+08:002010-08-07T09:35:37.168+08:00Enduring thru...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489719990649359650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebPlBZjVvXqVmcGo2EymPH-xH3gZI_2bpKjanKTO3jXmHwB5NnRTSvMUr0ursdAuhiYZHwc1PQyB4hMe-kMi_gUx5ye_73CkJYOgK17NJNf483UEq7lamaAxTWWKzdA_ZTGqx9RJ5fMc/s320/1334082c4224ffb2.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><em>Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. </em></div><div align="center">Hebrews 12:1</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center">Dear Lord, I don't know how long this will take me. </div><div align="center">The road seems long, endless. </div><div align="center">But grant me a persevering spirit, an enduring spirit to finish a good race!</div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-88764134046218529802010-06-27T23:19:00.002+08:002010-08-07T09:36:15.985+08:00Any Road Any Cost<div align="center"><strong>Any Road, Any Cost (Point of Grace)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Verse 1:<br />Leaving the safe and familiar </div><div align="center">With their hearts set on a heavenly prize </div><div align="center">There were some who laid down their nets </div><div align="center">And some who laid down their lives </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Not sure where they were going </div><div align="center">But they did not have to know </div><div align="center">'Cause they knew who had called them </div><div align="center">And they said, "we will go" </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Chorus:</div><div align="center">Down any road at any cost </div><div align="center">Wherever You lead we will follow </div><div align="center">Because we know that You've called us </div><div align="center">To take up our cross </div><div align="center">Down any road at any cost </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Verse 2:</div><div align="center">It may be fear that we're feeling </div><div align="center">We see what we must sacrifice </div><div align="center">But You promised You'll go with us </div><div align="center">So we'll trust with our lives </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Bridge:</div><div align="center">It's Your love that compels us </div><div align="center">To do what You've called us to do </div><div align="center">And be completely abandoned to You </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-2857597042429587302010-06-27T23:11:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:44:47.565+08:00Unrestraint Commitment<div align="left"><strong><em>Luke 9:23 (NIV) Then he said to them all: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.”<br /></em></strong><br />This verse demands powerful and unrestraint commitment as a disciple towards Jesus, the Master. If we choose to follow the Master, we ought to deny ourselves (to be completely humble before God, and to choose to lay down/ to let go of all our fleshy desires AND take up the cross (the suffering and purposes of Christ) in our lives. And this process of denying oneself and taking up His cross is not a one-time thing. We are called to deny ourselves and take His cross DAILY and follow Him.<br /><br />I remembered when I was 18 years old, I shared this with my cell group back in my previous church. We were just trying out the cell group concept then and I was put to be in-charged of the ‘Word’ part. The topic was on the cost of being a disciple. So I shared and encouraged my cell group members (which consisted leaders, and mostly being more mature in their spiritual walk) that we must always be ready to make sacrifices for God. We must be ready to let go of the things in life, and fully commit ourselves to His calling and purposes. Then, I was ready to let go of everything and do whatever that God would want me to do. I was ready to pack my bag and leave for mission etc. I was willing to do anything and everything. All I need to hear is God saying, “GO!” or “DO THIS!” or “DO THAT!" But when I shared my heart, one of them literally laughed at me. She said something to this extend, “Girl, it is always easier said than done. You are still young. Wait till you accomplish more in life etc. I don’t think I’m ready to make huge sacrifices for God.” Frankly I was a bit disheartened then. But I made a commitment to follow Him till the very end. I’d do anything for Him. I’d go down any road, at any cost for Him!<br /><br />This whole week, I found myself grappling with the whole issue of commitment, making sacrifices and letting go of the things that I hold on to very dearly. Over these few months, I’ve unknowingly allowed other things and priorities to take the very place of God. And I wasn’t willing to let go of certain things in my life. I wasn’t willing to make any sacrifices. I was comfortable the way I am. I found myself telling God, “It is impossible to walk down this road. It is too long, too narrow. This sacrifice is a bit too costly. I don’t think I can afford it. I don’t think I can let go of these things. They are very precious to me. They have become so much a part of my life. It will be too painful to let go! What will happen to these things if I let go?” (I’m not saying the things I’m holding on to are bad. It was just not handled properly or the way God would want me to).<br /><br />But how can I call myself His disciple unless I am willing to be humble before Him, letting go of the things that have taken His rightful place and take upon His purposes and will? I know this is something that I need to deal with. I won’t deny that it will be painful to let go of these things. I won’t deny the fear that I have just thinking of how things will end up to be. I know it will not be easy. But I want to be obedient. I want to just trust Him even though I may not know what He is doing right now, or where He is leading me to. I want to have that unrestraint commitment towards God.<br /><br /><strong>Prayer:<br /></strong><em>Dear Lord, please forgive me for being selfish. Forgive me for allowing other things to take Your rightful place. Give me the strength to lay down all my fleshy desires. Help me take on Your purposes. Continue to awake my heart to have the capacity to contain You. I may not know exactly the things You have in store for me. I would not know the future but I just want to trust in You. I surrender all that I am and all that I have for Your glory. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.<br /></em><br /></div><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-85877503132272037052010-06-23T15:10:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:45:06.679+08:00Today is the Day<blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><strong>Today is the Day (Lincoln Brewster)</strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Verse 1:<br />I'm casting my cares aside<br />I'm leaving my past behind<br />I'm setting my heart and mind on you<br />Jesus</div><br /><div align="center">I'm reaching my hand to yours<br />Believing there's so much more<br />Knowing that all you have in store for me is good<br />Is good </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Chorus:<br />Today is the day you have made<br />I will rejoice and be glad in it<br />Today is the day you have made<br />I will rejoice and be glad in it<br /><br />And I won't worry about tomorrow<br />I'm trusting in what you say<br />Today is the day</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Verse 2:</div><div align="center">I putting my fears aside<br />I'm leaving my doubts behind<br />I'm giving my hopes and dreams to you<br />Jesus<br /><br />I'm reaching my hands to yours<br />Believing there's so much more<br />Knowing that all you have in store for me is good<br />Is good<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Chorus:<br />Today is the day you have made<br />I will rejoice and be glad in it<br />Today is the day you have made<br />I will rejoice and be glad in it<br /><br />And I won't worry about tomorrow<br />I'm trusting in what you say<br />Today is the day</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Bridge:</div><div align="center">I will stand upon your truth<br />I will stand upon your truth<br />And all my days I'll live for you<br />All my days I'll live for you<br /><br />And I will stand upon your truth<br />I will stand upon your truth<br />And all my days I'll live for you<br />All my days I'll live for you<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Chorus:<br />Today is the day you have made<br />I will rejoice and be glad in it<br />Today is the day you have made<br />I will rejoice and be glad in it<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Last Chorus:<br />And I won't worry about tomorrow<br />I'm giving you my fears and sorrows<br />Where you lead me I will follow<br />I'm trusting in what you say<br />Today is the day</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My Prayer:</div><div align="center">Lord, I echo the words of this song as my prayer. </div><div align="center">Thank You for this day, the day that You have made. </div><div align="center">I believe that You are taking care of every single detail of my day. </div><div align="center">I surrender everything to You! </div><div align="center">In Jesus' name. Amen.</div><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-11077738954069457732010-06-21T15:31:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:45:26.776+08:00What do I want?<div align="center">I want to...<br /><br />Cry.<br />Quit.<br />Hide.<br />Run away.<br />Sleep (but I can’t).<br />Hear what You are saying.<br />See the big picture.<br />Live in faith not fear.</div><div align="center">Have divine exchange.<br />Let go and let You do Your thing.<br />Be obedient.<br />Do things right.<br />Please You.<br />Put a smile on Your face.<br />Finish the race well.<br />Hear You say, “Well done good and faithful servant.”<br /><br />Daddy, help me!<br /></div><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-38563796641311345212010-05-19T20:55:00.002+08:002010-08-05T00:45:40.973+08:00Rainbow, A Promise!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvf-nYmhDNEOqMLB73KY2FNmMftNfI9dNGpkLQqwlQ8ROo-SsrG7fIAzmlmc5p3u0iHNoZqh_8GTF_sCg1Rk5JYZkNp1Gg28Dp9mbC7ZU1gSzPbsu7N4gKfVmPur0-Dho6TITi4_zU3E/s1600/Rainbow.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvf-nYmhDNEOqMLB73KY2FNmMftNfI9dNGpkLQqwlQ8ROo-SsrG7fIAzmlmc5p3u0iHNoZqh_8GTF_sCg1Rk5JYZkNp1Gg28Dp9mbC7ZU1gSzPbsu7N4gKfVmPur0-Dho6TITi4_zU3E/s320/Rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472964360291448162" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I love rainbow! Every time I see a rainbow, it puts a smile on my face. Yes, a :) It simply reminds me of God's promise. In Genesis 9, God made a covenant with Noah for all generations to come. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Genesis 9:12-16<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And God said, " This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on earth"<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The beauty of it all does not just lie in the rainbow, but that God REMEMBERS His covenant, the promise He made. A promise is not meant to be broken, unlike what has been taught by the world. God REMEMBERS what He has promised. What is God's promise to you?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been a rough ride recently. Sometimes I wonder how long can I stay tough in the midst of all that's been happening. Will I see a breakthrough or will I, myself break apart? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know I will never break apart. For He has promised and will be faithful to carry me through :)<br /><br />Dear Lord, please let me see a rainbow today! :)<br /></span></span>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-25066672609742445492009-08-25T21:12:00.002+08:002010-08-07T09:36:41.638+08:00Life is like...Life is like a box of chocolate - Forest Gump<br />I know some beg to differ.<br />A friend says, "Life is like a box of assorted chocolates"<br />While some others say "Life is like a stage of play, and we are all actors and actresses"<br /><br />As for me, I would say...Life is like "cherry-looking chili". <br />You'll never know how hot and spicy the chili is until you actually tried it. <br />The same goes for life.<br />We'll never know how hot and exciting life is until we truly live it out! <br />And I mean LIVE IT OUT LOUD!<br />Live life to the fullest, live it right, live it well, make the most of every opportunity, make our lives count...ultimately Making God Famous! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EzJloq87B-xZ2_YxXX6AgnpSr7nKiMaktiDVnETA78Va2jp741DJ5oJW6Lgj5-76VLUXqlgMyBoYbgGkfqYsbLxk5-mPfi9ofRCighLr2JXSqwydK7gl-n2RA8Ab_hvIMjVaMydMYz0/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EzJloq87B-xZ2_YxXX6AgnpSr7nKiMaktiDVnETA78Va2jp741DJ5oJW6Lgj5-76VLUXqlgMyBoYbgGkfqYsbLxk5-mPfi9ofRCighLr2JXSqwydK7gl-n2RA8Ab_hvIMjVaMydMYz0/s320/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373891766362529602" /></a><br /><br />The guys were tricked by Pr. Seria to try out the the home grown 'cherry' on the very last day of our mission trip at Sarawak. I was told...it's VERY SPICY!! *I still couldn't believe they actually fall for it...haha*Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-83025578853130810612009-08-17T21:06:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:46:25.826+08:00My First Mission Trip<!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws --><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKENNYK%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Arial Narrow"; panose-1:2 11 5 6 2 2 2 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} p.MsoBodyTextIndent, li.MsoBodyTextIndent, div.MsoBodyTextIndent {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:justify; text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:.5in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial Narrow"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;">Something I came across while preparing for the recent mission trip. A report/ testimony that I wrote and submitted to the church I was attending back then. This is an entry of my very first mission trip back in 2001. It brings back good memory, and most importantly the impact it had upon me! </span><u style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">
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<br /></u></b></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u>SARAWAK MISION TRIP 2001 – <i style="">Penny Khoo<o:p></o:p></i></u></b></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 120%; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;">I joined the mission trip for a basic purpose, that I will grow and move to higher heights in my walk with the Lord. I do not want to remain stagnant in my spiritual life. Praise God! He answered my prayer by shaking me off my comfort zone. He brought me to the place where I had to be totally dependent upon Him. God had been very real even when I started preparing for the trip.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 120%; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;">I have always viewed mission trip as a trip whereby the team minister to the unreached through skits and songs. The task of performing through skits and songs is not hard, as I had experienced such things in youth groups. However, the preparation period became stressful when we were given assignments to prepare specific topic for teaching sessions at the longhouses and youth seminar. The assignment is something that I was not familiar with and at the same time, incapable to do so. The task became heavier when we had to prepare and preach in Bahasa Malaysia. During the preparation, I had sleepless nights figuring what to teach and how to teach the people. At one point of time, I wanted to give up. I questioned myself, “Why did I sign up for this trip in the first place and go through the stress when I could enjoy the comfort of each day that passes by?” I felt so far apart from God. I did not know where God was leading me and whether I had made the right choice to go for the trip. But it was at that time that I realised that I needed God more than I thought I needed Him. I realised that is in my weakness that His strength is made perfect. A lot of times, God gave us the “impossible” task so that we will learn to trust in Him and not lean on our own understanding. He wants us to be totally dependent upon Him. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 120%; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;">During the trip, my fearful nature was challenged to do things that I would not normally do.<span style=""> </span>God literally shook me off my comfort zone again. I experienced a total different culture and simplicity of life – bathing in the river, Iban food, limited supply of water and electricity and being sensitive to God in order to pray for people. I knew very well that it was not me that overcame the fear. God gave me the strength and the boldness to do so. In the trip, I also learned that I have put God in a box without realising it. I expected Him to move according to my will. He is much bigger and able to accomplish more than I could imagine or ask for. God is able to work in me and through me if I allow Him to do so. I have learnt to be dependent upon Him in every circumstance from living in the longhouses to ministering to His people. I believe God is not just interested in my ministry and how I could pray for His people. He is very much interested in my personal being.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 120%; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 120%; font-family: "Arial Narrow";"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A question was posed to me when the trip was about to come to an end, “Did you survive the trip?” Well, I could safely declare that I did not just survive the trip. I lived through and enjoyed every minute of the trip by the empowerment and the grace of God. It is indeed not by my might nor by my power but by the Spirit of God. God has been very faithful to His promise that He will always be with me, giving me strength and helping me to go through my everyday circumstances. I will continue to hold dearly to my baptismal text in </span><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><i style="">Isaiah 41:10 – So do not fear for I am with you. Do not be dismay for I am your God. I will strengthen you </i>and help you. I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.</b><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> I really want to thank God and the team for such a fruitful and enriching mission trip.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-45113049351223969192009-06-05T10:47:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:46:53.951+08:00You Are My Lord by Hillsong Australia<div align="left">One of my favorite song by Hillsong Australia...one that would go well with my previous post "How Strong is My Heart". The lyrics sum it up...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><em>Verse:</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>When I am WEAK You lift me up</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>I find my STRENGTH in You</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>When I am lost, I'm found by You</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>You'll never let me go</em></strong></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>Chorus:</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>You are my Lord</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>And I worship You</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>Bow down before Your throne</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>Your are my peace</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>My STRENGTH and my comfort</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>I'm so in love with You!</em></strong></div><div align="left"><br />=) My prayer is that I will fall deeply in love with Him again!! </div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-71583636944912408942009-06-04T11:56:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:47:22.276+08:00How Strong Is My Heart?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Went to watched Terminator: Salvation yesterday. And couple of hours before I hit the cineplex, someone commented that it is rather surprising to know that I'm going for Terminator and that it is not my type of show. Hmm.....to a certain extend, yes, I agree. I prefer movies that will move my heart, be it cry or laugh! And so...Terminator...oh well, it was all about machines, machines and machines everywhere. It wasn't exactly that nice watching machines but I must confess I really like the 'motorbikes' (can't remember exactly what it is called in the show). Ohh....and I think Christian Bale is better off as John Connor than Batman ;)<br /><br />There were many lessons and principles that one can draw from the show, besides the fact that John Connor saved the world from the machines. But there was a statement made by John Connor towards the end of the show which tug at the string of my heart...."the strength of human is in the heart." Hmm.....I think the statement is rather true. If one's heart is strong, then he/she can do lots of stuff that will impact society in a positive way. But if one's heart is weak, then he/she will not be motivated to do anything. And more often than not, our hearts are not strong enough to carry us through the not-so-nice circumstances in life. The bad decisions that we made because we followed our hearts, emotional hang-ups that caused us to feel like failures.... Recently, a friend shared a little about the emotional struggle that he is going through. Something that we as human can never run away from because we are made to relate with one another. And a lot of times, our emotions are the things that will zap up all our energy. Definitely not a very nice thing to go through.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wonder...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How strong is my heart today?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What is my heart telling me to do?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is my heart telling me to do the right thing, the God-thing?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is my heart beating together with God's?</span></div><br /><div></span></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Psalm 73:26 "my flesh and my HEART may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forevermore"</strong> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">I don't think we can ever rely on our own strength to go through the journey of life athough some might differ in their opinion. The strength of human is in the heart (which will fail), but the strength of human's heart is in the Lord!</span><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span></span>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-80133751538155848392009-05-09T01:19:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:47:48.774+08:00Trust 102?<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been 3 weeks...and the messages on Sundays, the devotional materials, even song that a friend sent to me are talking about TRUST! God must be saying something, right? </span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is a though I'm undergoing a course called "Trust 101" and the lecturer is none other than God, Himself. I don't think I will ever complete this course, though I would love to pass with a distinction. =)</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have I not trusted enough that I need to retake this course? Or could it be that He trust me enough to bring me to Level 2, Trust 102? I wonder....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-43679829769729115552009-01-19T15:35:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:48:22.982+08:00Here I Am Waiting.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I led two songs today that says "Lord have Your way...". Very easy to sing, but to mean it? I've been waiting for a promise to unfold. It has been a long ten years (as far as I can remember!) I've prayed. I've claimed the promise. I've surrendered. I've laid it at the altar. I've stopped praying. God knows how many cycles of prayer and surrendering I've been through.<br /><br />The unfulfilled promise resurfaced again. I can't help but to wonder if God has forgotten about me and the promise. Everytime I prayed (for the past ten years)...the answer has been TO WAIT!<br /><br />This week, my devotion has been on Sarah (yes, Abraham's wife, the one who messed up with God's plan but got her promised fulfilled though she didn't believe it at first) The challenge, the focal point for this week is about "waiting". Yes, waiting, it is! Sarah waited for a long time to see her promise of giving birth to a son being fulfilled.<br /><br />Here's what the Deovotional Book "Women of the Bible by Ann Spangler" says....<br />Reflection: Genesis 17:1-22<br />Praise God: Because He keeps His promises!<br />Offer Thanks: That God has a gracious plan for me that will unfold in HIS TIME, according to HIS WAY<br />Confess: My anxiety and self-reliance<br />Ask God: To help me WAIT with a listening ear and a ready heart to do His will.<br /><br />As I questioned God, I was also humbled by the fact that everything happens according to His perfect timing and ways. He is Lord, I am not! My prayer is that I will not dwell in the "why isn't it happening"...but that I will be able to see things through His eyes. And in the midst of waiting, I will continue to delight in Him, and ready to do His will!<br /><br />So Lord, here I am waiting........ =)<br /><br /></span><div id="cboxdiv" align="center"><br /><br /></div>Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1757989978069324238.post-21468971353429719912009-01-19T15:15:00.001+08:002010-08-05T00:48:44.861+08:00Dormant? Year of Possibilities!!!!!!!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">O</span>h yes! My blog has been lying dormant for who knows since when. Everytime something interesting happened in my life, I wanted to write. Yes, I really wanted to write BUT.... *grin* And when I read other people's blogs, I was totally inspired and I wanted to write BUT... *grin*.... BUT everytime when I wanted to put it into action...my brain just refuses to cooperate. Just as my blog has been lying dormant, I was reminded of some of the dreams/ passions that have been lying dormant in me. God plays a big part in fulfilling those dreams, but there are also those that I've not seriously pursue, or may have forgotten about them... *grins*</span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The church (</span><a href="http://www.gatewaycity.com.my/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.gatewaycity.com.my/</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">) had an awesome Watchnite Service on the 31st Dec 2008. Everyone was encouraged to give a creative offering, ranging from cooking some delicacies for the supper cum fellowship time, to dancing, to presenting a multimedia, to singing, to anything you can think of. Almost everyone in the church took part. Best watchnite ever!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We, as a church and as individuals, kicked off Year 2009 as the YEAR OF POSSIBILITIES. Pr. Edward challenged us to be bold! Bold to claim our promises!! Bold to speak to the mountain, and let it be removed!! My question is...."how bold can I or do I want to be?" A lot of times, I think it's a matter of how much I want to step out of my comfort zone and make things happen, or rather to allow God to make things happen in my life.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want to believe, step out and claim all the possibilities for my dreams! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311180807428044866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFiQ9Prkl_TbiPqW3wHwRTzWLE9OREesMZqEynjpdSbd7GiVPOiIR933cZjYEJ7mXZzc04TGgpbZtHm8rnG-Z7Pp3SL6eW6nrpG43Uwl1gzV7IhsQMXstat0XXPDGvhyphenhyphenzNNaSUeROtXaY/s320/GCC+Watchnite08.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Gateway Watchnite Service 2008<br /></span><br /><br /><!-- END CBOX -->Penny Khoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565211707475014781noreply@blogger.com2