Poem: Post Valentine's Day 2013

Sweet night has fallen
This day is over
Another cupid's arrow
Has gone awry
For me, it's plain to see
I don't feel bad for me
I only miss the whispers
Of the one whose heart
Beats for me.
For that, only God knows
For He carries my sorrows

Thought of the Day: What defines you does not define me

What defines you?

Is it your house?
Is it your job?
Is it your best of friends?
Is it the way you live?
Is it the philosophy you follow?
Is it the principles you hold?
Is it your car?
Is it your paper qualifications?
Is it your children's school?
Is it your sense of social justice?

What defines me?

Is it my music?
Is it my words?
Is it my work?
Is it my passport?
Is it my passion in the arts?
Is it my prayer life?
Is it my pride?
Is it my precious friendships?
Is it my heartfelt stories?
Is it my love for cats?

What defines you may not necessarily define me...
I want to be defined by my identity in Christ alone!

by momoko69
(30.10.2012)

Story: The Parable of The Seed

Once a upon a time,
There was a crack.
In that crack laid a seed.
The seed was left behind
By a sudden gush of wind.

Frozen in its state,
Abandoned to the elements.
For it had been for some time,
The seed was asleep
In its state of existence.

One morning the seed woke up
In a drunken stupor.
It went silent and sullen.
The seed was hurt
Beyond recognition.

"Who am I?"
"How did I end up here?"
Unwilling to seek help
The seed just laid there
Refusing to dream.

Silently the drops fell
From the heavens.
Like silvery tears,
The One who knows
Has heard its cries.

Perhaps it took a long while,
For the seed to understand
Its purpose in this world.
For the One who heals
Has begun its transformation.

On a fine day,
The seed felt different.
It woke up to discover
The One who creates
Had changed its state.

It had grown overnight!
Pushing through the ground,
The seed has gotten out
From its comfortable crack
To the ground above.

Much to its astonishment,
There was no more fear.
The seed could stretch
With its newfound confidence,
Branching out in its glory.

Then the One who loves
Brought the morning light.
The seed felt protected
As the warm rays
Gave it abundant nourishment.

Then the One who breathes
Spoke for the first time,
"Little seed... You have done well!"
"For without your brokenness
There was nothing I can do!".

Then the seed remembered
How it got there,
What broke its spirit.
Seeing its transformation,
It understood the greater plan!

By momoko69
31.7.2012

This is written for you who won't do much now. I am believing that one day, you will be like this seed, allowing your old self to be transformed by the One who knows, heals, creates, loves and breathes. I know He will do it if you let Him! Choose to live, my dearest friend!

From me to Papa

Papa God,

You knew me before I was born.
You probably saw me in my first conception, and you saw my future before me.
You probably frowned at some decisions I have made along the way all these years.
But you look out for me each time I fall.
The cuts and bruises were not so painful because You were always there beside me in silence.

Thank you for never giving up on me despite my rebellious spirit.
You are always there to open your arms each time I run home to you.
Thank you for reminding that I am loved when I don't feel so good about myself on gloomy days. There are days where I doubt if You made the right decision to choose me for each job.
But You convince me that the journey is worth far more than the destination.

Papa, when You look at me now, I hope I've made You proud. Not by what I do, but by the way I try to live my life by not looking back and moving forward to make each day count.

What counts is who I am in Your eyes.

Yours truly,
your Sheep in Progress

Who Am I, Lord?

I am nothing without You
Zilch even with all that is within me
Devoid of the facade that I create
Empty is my spirit that yearns for Your voice
I am made complete in You
Fulfilled in wholeness of being
The sum of all the parts
The missing piece that came home
I am humbled before You
When what is perfect meets daily inperfections
I take no delight in bragging my achievements
For You alone is my Glory.

by momoko (29.3.2010)

Henceforth You Shall Be Called Faithful

That is my name from now on. It took me a long time to realise this. I thought it was easy since I was a good girl. But I was so blinded by who I wanted to be. I took a long walk and ended up at the crossroad. In the end, I learnt to be a child first. I learnt who my Father was. I felt like an orphan for the longest time. But once I got to know Him, I started to take Him for granted.

It is always like that, isn't it? When you are close to someone, you start to forget to communicate and take for granted that what is not said is meant to be understood. But in life, relationships need communication. I don't know how I became more and more complacent. I expect things to happen when I ask Him for help. I take it that since I am His child, He would do everything I asked.

But it is not like that, isn't it? It is a relationship that requires much time, love and care. Just like any human relationship. If you love Him, you need to spend time with Him. If you want to know Him, you need to read His Memoirs to understand His Thoughts, Ideas and Beliefs. In understanding Him, I need to take time to build a deeper relationship with Him. In loving Him, I need to trust Him through actions and not just words.

This is my name. Faithful till the day I die. I used to want you to call me other names. Beautiful, Blessing, Gifted, Joyful, Loving, etc. Today, I have a new name and this seems most comfortable! As the song goes... I will follow you, follow you wherever you may go! Lord, let me be able to come before you one day and hear you call me by name.