Out of the Blue

It's been a busy past two weeks building up to an evangelism training camp in RP and at the same time meeting student leaders in TP. Yet it has also been a fruitful time as I learn to pray- more regularly, more specifically- and seeing how God is moving through little prayers I try to write down. Grateful that God provided financially for the camp through supportive co-labourers. 20 students are coming for the camp, first of its kind for RP, praise God! God's faithful and while being contented at His feet, I'm also praying for courageous faith, to see life change in these students and multiplying faith through them. Soli de gloria!

After the evening service in church, my brother and I were at the bus stop and we met a lady called Aunty Milly. She'd just attended the service too and we began talking. She shared that she attended the evening service because she has to take care of her 94 yr old Mum in the day. And she asked if we were still studying. Cos we looked young to her. As usual I said I'm older than I look and I'm working in Campus Crusade. "Oh.. Campus Crusade.. When I was younger, a lady came knocking at my door and shared the booklet with me for 10min. I didn't receive Christ then. But you know the Holy Spirit just over time convict my heart. I felt a sharp pain in my body..I just said I need Jesus..but anyway I waited till Christmas day.. midnight of eve you know.. and prayed the prayer in the booklet." In a sweet, grandmotherly way, she continued in the bus, sharing about how God has been so real in her life. I'm touched that God used a booklet to touch Aunty Milly...

Honestly, I did not look forward to the staff meeting this morning cos it was the Day of Prayer (day set aside to pray for our Singapore ministry). I dragged myself out of bed after a fitful & insufficient sleep. Then took an almost 2hr journey to GCTC. But what a pleasant surprise when I arrived, cos we were told to spend some personal time in prayer at different prayer "rooms". A question on a sheet of paper given struck me, "Do you want to have Him to settle down and be perfectly at home?" I realised at that instant how crowded my heart was with concerns, worries and anxieties. And how much I needed to make room for God. As I prayed in the various rooms with different emphasis but all about my heart, I just increasingly felt "lighter". In one of the rooms called "The Study, The Hall Closet", I prayed to lay down what worried me and trust God to carry my burdens. In another room called "The Dining Room" a small compass lay on ...