Tainted Mirror – just musing

Of late, God placed a (another) sister in my life. Unlike the one 6 months ago, this is younger. Both impacted my life, because both made me brave. For now, let’s talk about this lil sister in Christ. She had the maturity that we can talk like peers, and the free spirit to make me feel like I am in my 20s when I spent time with her.

I treasure this friend of mine, I do. The scary thing is… God puts people in my life to tell me about myself. We are very different, but many times in the unlikeliest manner, she showed me my own reflection in a tainted, stained and cracked mirror.

Recently my lil sister confided in me that she is lonely.

That was a very courageous admission of weakness and I didn’t respond immediately. I let the statement sink in… and then I started to kick into the role of a big sister. Abothen what am I supposed to do? There goes a session of gently barraging her with words of affirmation, wisdom and encouragement… some of which are not easy to hear, but truth that needed to be spoken and was spoken with love, like a bitter medicine. Some includes having faith and trust in the perfect timing of the Lord ! The Lord will provide!

….. now where’s the mirror again?

aL, do you believe for yourself, what you had just said about Me?

My lil sister might be (or maybe not at all), wondering if I am lonely. Wondering if I am even the correct person to ask for such advice. Ah-ah… damn sure you will get advice that are out-of-this-world if you ask me. The world is overflowing with Hollywood ideas, those are not even wisdom! Mine shall come from the Holy Word! Authoritative so. If I can help it.

There I go again, talk like a wise woman of God. Then I of little faith will pray.

Oh God, You better let Your promise come true in (lil sis)’ life, because I sorta told her about how faithful and good You are, plus Your promises… this and that. So, let her first. Her doors open first. Hers must come true, bless her first. Mine whatever. Your will be done.

Haha… what kind of prayer is this? But God, You know what I mean la, right. Just being honest.

In this process, I have no interest in any fake people, so God help me to be a true person myself. And a true Christian, not living a lie. A friend texted me after I cut off my long hair (the 509 victory) “Thumbs up, woman of your word.” Yea, that’s what I wanna be, true and trustworthy. Even to myself.

1 Thes 4.

Dear God, bless this lil sister of mine, whom I love. And the other one. And the one always. And the one who had given up hope… these real people whom I love, who made my life NOT lonely.

 

A Reason to Come Home

This week’s appointment is overbooked. The sudden influx of patients are people with their Identity Card postcoded 90000. Many took a few days of leave and made the pilgrimage for a reason. Tomorrow is 509.

Some came in from Kota Kinabalu, some from Kuala Lumpur. One came all the way from Australia. “I transit at Kuala Lumpur and flew direct to Sydney. Tiring journey, but it need to be done!”

I think that’s love in action. A Malaysian who still loves Malaysia.

Better yet, that is HOPE in action.

Truthfully, after the results were announced 5 years ago, it seems that hope against hope was lost. There was a palpable nationwide mourning atmosphere the next day, something died. Democracy. And people (at least I did) wondered, why do we give a damn anymore. The country is a gone case. Send your kids and young people to another country, where they will have a fair and better future. Where their hard work and talent will be recognized. Where their loyalty will be rewarded. Where their taxes will be channeled back to the betterment of their lives (instead of handbags, rings and watches of one particular individual?)

Come 509. I asked another client, who flew in from Taiwan, “Just curious… why come back for this?”

She didn’t answer immediately. She was thinking.

Then she said “A token of hope.” Seeing these Malaysians really sparked hope. Too many had gone away with a half a foot and half an identity as citizen of another country. Malaysia is no longer a home.

“I’ve been living in Taiwan. I still hope there is a reason for me to come home.”

What’s gonna happen tomorrow? It seems to me this is a battle of a nation VS one man. Instead of guessing, in 24 hours it will be made clear to the whole world. I will do my part and get my finger inked tomorrow. In God we trust, change we must.