15:31.
These are the best years of our lives.
25 years old. Sg girls my age would have got a decent amount of savings from the years of work we had (2 years+ headstart over our guys who had to serve conscription), started to enjoy more and more the benefits of being economically independent, enjoy dining at restaurants, shopping more, spending more and indulging further in cosmetics, hair stuff, spas, the latest IT gear and the lifestyle offered to those with youth and cash.
It's a good place to be. But not the path I've chosen.
On Sun, a 21-year-old church friend waiting to go into uni remarked while comparing herself to me: "At least you have a good job, a boyfriend, achievements befitting those your age! Me, I don't have any thing!"
"Had a job," I pointed out.
Like three weeks ago. And having a boyfriend should never count as achievement or you would start building your self worth on possessing him.
With the conviction that prompted me to quit due soon to take me even further away from that mid-20 would-be yuppie lifestyle, I feel it is my responsibility to warn all and sundry of the past tense in lives.
These are the best years of my life. The best years of our lives.
And Lord, I give them all to You.
A debt of love that's every part my choice made in free will. A repayment on my promise at the moment of salvation to give you a full 100 per cent of me.
All of me for all of You. Lord, I'm holding You accountable for every Promise You have for me, for us.
We will not hold back our sacrifices, nor cheat the Lord with a blemished lamb.
Lord Jesus, these are the very best years of our lives and we dedicate them to You - To build Your Kingdom and not ours, to build Your House and not just our own, to lift You up high instead of holding on to the temporal our hands can grasp.
Lord, we give our best years to You. And we trust that You will honour us.
Amen.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
20:44.
A year ago this month.
And every word I still mean.
""
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
14:46.
Because "wherever you take me, I am following You".
Because I have sung and meant it - "Send me, I will go" "To the ends of the earth".
Because You are the King who remembers my name.
Because I will fight for the heart of my King.
Because "You have my heart and I will search for Yours".
Because "I am Yours. Jesus, I am Yours".
"I will go where You send me".
I will go where ever You send me.
In Your arms, I have peace.
- posted by amadeo @ 2:45 PM""
A year ago this month.
And every word I still mean.
""
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
14:46.
Because "wherever you take me, I am following You".
Because I have sung and meant it - "Send me, I will go" "To the ends of the earth".
Because You are the King who remembers my name.
Because I will fight for the heart of my King.
Because "You have my heart and I will search for Yours".
Because "I am Yours. Jesus, I am Yours".
"I will go where You send me".
I will go where ever You send me.
In Your arms, I have peace.
- posted by amadeo @ 2:45 PM""
Friday, February 24, 2006
20:15.
An hour ago, I took a stroll downstairs to Vista Point to grab an international calling card. The evening sky was casting blue over every thing and person and a gentle breeze was going. Every time there are moments like these, I wished R a y's here to experience evenings in Singapore, to experience Sg.
Now he has :) And knowing that he will do so again makes me smile and be everything non-blue.
Feb 9 to 15. Feb 15 to 21. R a y and S k y e's Sg and Msia trip, 2006. How good is it to have a God who makes every thing go so right and so well. That God gave us this love to enjoy and live out. And that yes, we finally did the three countries thing :) I finally saw where R a y stays, where he studied, the little hill where you rode your bike, where you eat, 1U. You finally seen my church, my home, the mrt, the places I go to.
And even more than that, we finally seen each other's parents.
That's a biggie which praise God, went so very well. It felt right, somehow, being there, staying at their home. As right as it felt when r a y was here, staying here at our home. It felt right and good and natural, a perfect fit and the way it is... talking to his folks, seeing him talk with my folks, laughing till we all had tears in our eyes - you, me and my mom - around the coffee table in the living room =)
Heh.
It's just so sweet to be able to do all that we did. Even just walking to the kopitiam nearby to have dinner was gorgeously beautiful or being at Kayu eating that huge roti tissue, I loved it. Everything was so sweet.
Our first Valentine's too :) in that Changi bungalow which harks back to colonial times. I love our walks at the boardway. I love every bit of those three days, two nights, I love how you held yourself and interacted and laughed with my extended family and family, I love you for being you. Finding Jacob's Cafe too was a gem, quaint little cafe run by down-to-earth type folks who displayed scripture in the window, all around and in the restroom, heh.
And I love the Valentine's Day presents, dear. You are sweet :)
We have come so far. I'm continuously thankful and glad and in love :)
I returned to Sg on the 21st, a Tuesday, exactly two weeks since my last day of work. We are going to make the decision as to where to be really soon, or rather, to just obey what we hear from God.
Sometimes, I get little episodes of freak out-ness. But rather than dwell on the odd feeling of not being a journalist any more or not knowing my next step, I rather feel freed to do God's work with my every day time. Not to say I don't falter but I am pressing on, continuing to press in to take hold of what God has for me, for us, and I'm not going to look backwards in any manner that would make one pull a Lot's wife. The goal is ahead. The present is here. The past, I am beyond thankful for. You will never know how much I struggle with certain letting-gos but always and forever, may it be that I, that we, press on to take our future.
There were many times in years darker when I sat on my bed, rode on the MRT, sat in church or just was somewhere doing something normal and inside of me, I wondered: "What is abundant life? What does it really mean? How do we have it? Jesus, You said that You came to give it and I believe You want to give it to us. What is it then? How do I do this?"
I believe You are showing us more and more of what it means. And Lord, we want to know, we want to see, we want to live in Your Glory.
There's nothing better than living for You
than saving my world with You
There's nothing better
than praising Your Name
than lifting my hands
I want to spend forever standing in Your Presence
I want to show You what You mean to me, Lord
Lord I give You my whole life
I got to tell You I'm Yours forever
Lord I give You my whole life
Jesus I will live for You
In everything I do
I'm holding onto You
Always
Always and Forever
Always. Always and Forever.
And we are doing this together.
An hour ago, I took a stroll downstairs to Vista Point to grab an international calling card. The evening sky was casting blue over every thing and person and a gentle breeze was going. Every time there are moments like these, I wished R a y's here to experience evenings in Singapore, to experience Sg.
Now he has :) And knowing that he will do so again makes me smile and be everything non-blue.
Feb 9 to 15. Feb 15 to 21. R a y and S k y e's Sg and Msia trip, 2006. How good is it to have a God who makes every thing go so right and so well. That God gave us this love to enjoy and live out. And that yes, we finally did the three countries thing :) I finally saw where R a y stays, where he studied, the little hill where you rode your bike, where you eat, 1U. You finally seen my church, my home, the mrt, the places I go to.
And even more than that, we finally seen each other's parents.
That's a biggie which praise God, went so very well. It felt right, somehow, being there, staying at their home. As right as it felt when r a y was here, staying here at our home. It felt right and good and natural, a perfect fit and the way it is... talking to his folks, seeing him talk with my folks, laughing till we all had tears in our eyes - you, me and my mom - around the coffee table in the living room =)
Heh.
It's just so sweet to be able to do all that we did. Even just walking to the kopitiam nearby to have dinner was gorgeously beautiful or being at Kayu eating that huge roti tissue, I loved it. Everything was so sweet.
Our first Valentine's too :) in that Changi bungalow which harks back to colonial times. I love our walks at the boardway. I love every bit of those three days, two nights, I love how you held yourself and interacted and laughed with my extended family and family, I love you for being you. Finding Jacob's Cafe too was a gem, quaint little cafe run by down-to-earth type folks who displayed scripture in the window, all around and in the restroom, heh.
And I love the Valentine's Day presents, dear. You are sweet :)
We have come so far. I'm continuously thankful and glad and in love :)
I returned to Sg on the 21st, a Tuesday, exactly two weeks since my last day of work. We are going to make the decision as to where to be really soon, or rather, to just obey what we hear from God.
Sometimes, I get little episodes of freak out-ness. But rather than dwell on the odd feeling of not being a journalist any more or not knowing my next step, I rather feel freed to do God's work with my every day time. Not to say I don't falter but I am pressing on, continuing to press in to take hold of what God has for me, for us, and I'm not going to look backwards in any manner that would make one pull a Lot's wife. The goal is ahead. The present is here. The past, I am beyond thankful for. You will never know how much I struggle with certain letting-gos but always and forever, may it be that I, that we, press on to take our future.
There were many times in years darker when I sat on my bed, rode on the MRT, sat in church or just was somewhere doing something normal and inside of me, I wondered: "What is abundant life? What does it really mean? How do we have it? Jesus, You said that You came to give it and I believe You want to give it to us. What is it then? How do I do this?"
I believe You are showing us more and more of what it means. And Lord, we want to know, we want to see, we want to live in Your Glory.
There's nothing better than living for You
than saving my world with You
There's nothing better
than praising Your Name
than lifting my hands
I want to spend forever standing in Your Presence
I want to show You what You mean to me, Lord
Lord I give You my whole life
I got to tell You I'm Yours forever
Lord I give You my whole life
Jesus I will live for You
In everything I do
I'm holding onto You
Always
Always and Forever
Always. Always and Forever.
And we are doing this together.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
18:24.
Am just waiting for the evening meeting - where the eds get together at the conference table and discuss tomw's line-up of stories - to end so I can say bye to my editor.
Last post from the media conglomerate.
There's a deja vu to the day. I did do this before, albeit under different circumstances.
It's time for another new season.
And I... breathe.
Am just waiting for the evening meeting - where the eds get together at the conference table and discuss tomw's line-up of stories - to end so I can say bye to my editor.
Last post from the media conglomerate.
There's a deja vu to the day. I did do this before, albeit under different circumstances.
It's time for another new season.
And I... breathe.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
17:53.
- Now Is The Time, Delirious
There's every thing awesome about worshipping the one who saved you to lyrics and music that scream your heartbeat right on. That's one reason why I love Delirious. The lyrics are down-to-earth poetry with heaven-bound, kingdom-focused mentality. Honest and as familiar with desperation as the joy of redemption, those are anointed lyrics from wordsmiths who have God's anointing to play with exceptional musicianship. It's like there's a prophetic anointing on Martin Smith and the band... the songs have that ring of proclaimation, of preparing the way, of tearing down heavenly oppositions with pure, unadulterated I-am-not-ashamed-of-the-Gospel truth. Biblical lyrics releases something.
Sidenote: I love it that on Paint The Town Red, a song that sounds like a defiant roar to the world plus a racuous victory parade, the song of those who know their God can indeed help them take the city, give us "hope when hope is gone", "fill the streets with a holy song", whose blood indeed we are going to pain the town red with... there's this line - "we are an army of God who are ready to die". Pay the price, people, we got to pay the price if we want to shake the world for God.
"And it's not so tough for these ordinary hands,
When we trust someone with extraordinary plans"
The praise is up, fast and rockin', experimental with genres, guitar and amp effects and solid grooves. The worship is not afraid to be slower than even slow, stripped away sounds, clean strings and pads.
I know not everyone find the band their cuppa but I love their stuff. It's no wonder Q music rated well their new album The Mission Bell. They could be big if not for God, the reviewer wrote. Beep, wrong answer. They are giants of faith because of God.
Why call a bunch of musicians giants of faith? Ok, I know not their personal lives but from the fruits of their music and behaviour, I cannot believe that they are ikan bilis of faith. And the vital-ness of worship can't be understated. It's so much! It's so so so much more than what we can experience now too! It's touching God! Touching and entering into His Glory! Meeting HIM! Not just singing lyrics, but proclaiming truths over your life, over our lives, over people and country and a whole world. Every verse sung with the heart and spirit's understanding is a wave of fresh, life-giving waters over your soul!
Yesterday, after Grace and I went for City Harvest worship service (7,000 people showed up for service!) featuring Delirious, I found myself remembering 2004's Easter Camp and what I shared with OCF after we got back - Of how during the worship, I found myself in a state. A state of oh, I feel the limit of my skin! 'cause I can't jump high or hard enough, or lift my hands up high enough or sing loud enough... the whole of my very being longed desperately to touch heaven, to jump right out of my skin and be unrestricted in worship.
You know something? Yeah, sometimes, the worship bands play songs we don't know or in a style that's not our style but we can still praise God. Sure, the band should be part of bringing that atmosphere of worship (another reason why worshippers are giants of faith) and if you are in a church - like I am - where the musicans (myself included) are not able to perform to your "expectations", yeah, it feels uncomfortable. But I guarentee you this - That if you just tell God and mean it: "Yet will I worship You, I will praise You, get to the heart of worship", you can still touch God! And you will bring much delight to our Lord.
There is a testimony of the Spirit that we should obey. When God in you prompts you to raise your hands, raise them. To kneel? Kneel then. To jump? Jump.
If the only time you can jump is when everyone around you is jumping, then something is wrong.
There is a spontaneity in the Spirit that we need to recognise. The bible says do not quench the Spirit, this applies too in worship.
I love worship, I really really do. I love it. Love telling God aloud how awesome He is, love declaring how great and mighty and big He is, love telling my Savior I love him so. It's awesome. A line from Delirious' Majesty went:
"So here I stand, knowing that I am Your desire"
:D
Imagine that! We sing God You are our desire so often but do you know this? You are God's desire!
How can we not sing?
"I want to follow but what does it mean,
To live in this world and keep everything clean.
Nothing I own here is ever my own,
When I live in the mercy and blessing you've shown.
I lay down my rights;
see the world through your eyes,
And fight for the hungry who pay for our lives,
I want to have you in all of my world.
So Jesus consume me,
flow through me,
'cause Now Is The Time!"
To live in this world and keep everything clean.
Nothing I own here is ever my own,
When I live in the mercy and blessing you've shown.
I lay down my rights;
see the world through your eyes,
And fight for the hungry who pay for our lives,
I want to have you in all of my world.
So Jesus consume me,
flow through me,
'cause Now Is The Time!"
- Now Is The Time, Delirious
There's every thing awesome about worshipping the one who saved you to lyrics and music that scream your heartbeat right on. That's one reason why I love Delirious. The lyrics are down-to-earth poetry with heaven-bound, kingdom-focused mentality. Honest and as familiar with desperation as the joy of redemption, those are anointed lyrics from wordsmiths who have God's anointing to play with exceptional musicianship. It's like there's a prophetic anointing on Martin Smith and the band... the songs have that ring of proclaimation, of preparing the way, of tearing down heavenly oppositions with pure, unadulterated I-am-not-ashamed-of-the-Gospel truth. Biblical lyrics releases something.
Sidenote: I love it that on Paint The Town Red, a song that sounds like a defiant roar to the world plus a racuous victory parade, the song of those who know their God can indeed help them take the city, give us "hope when hope is gone", "fill the streets with a holy song", whose blood indeed we are going to pain the town red with... there's this line - "we are an army of God who are ready to die". Pay the price, people, we got to pay the price if we want to shake the world for God.
"And it's not so tough for these ordinary hands,
When we trust someone with extraordinary plans"
The praise is up, fast and rockin', experimental with genres, guitar and amp effects and solid grooves. The worship is not afraid to be slower than even slow, stripped away sounds, clean strings and pads.
I know not everyone find the band their cuppa but I love their stuff. It's no wonder Q music rated well their new album The Mission Bell. They could be big if not for God, the reviewer wrote. Beep, wrong answer. They are giants of faith because of God.
Why call a bunch of musicians giants of faith? Ok, I know not their personal lives but from the fruits of their music and behaviour, I cannot believe that they are ikan bilis of faith. And the vital-ness of worship can't be understated. It's so much! It's so so so much more than what we can experience now too! It's touching God! Touching and entering into His Glory! Meeting HIM! Not just singing lyrics, but proclaiming truths over your life, over our lives, over people and country and a whole world. Every verse sung with the heart and spirit's understanding is a wave of fresh, life-giving waters over your soul!
Yesterday, after Grace and I went for City Harvest worship service (7,000 people showed up for service!) featuring Delirious, I found myself remembering 2004's Easter Camp and what I shared with OCF after we got back - Of how during the worship, I found myself in a state. A state of oh, I feel the limit of my skin! 'cause I can't jump high or hard enough, or lift my hands up high enough or sing loud enough... the whole of my very being longed desperately to touch heaven, to jump right out of my skin and be unrestricted in worship.
You know something? Yeah, sometimes, the worship bands play songs we don't know or in a style that's not our style but we can still praise God. Sure, the band should be part of bringing that atmosphere of worship (another reason why worshippers are giants of faith) and if you are in a church - like I am - where the musicans (myself included) are not able to perform to your "expectations", yeah, it feels uncomfortable. But I guarentee you this - That if you just tell God and mean it: "Yet will I worship You, I will praise You, get to the heart of worship", you can still touch God! And you will bring much delight to our Lord.
There is a testimony of the Spirit that we should obey. When God in you prompts you to raise your hands, raise them. To kneel? Kneel then. To jump? Jump.
If the only time you can jump is when everyone around you is jumping, then something is wrong.
There is a spontaneity in the Spirit that we need to recognise. The bible says do not quench the Spirit, this applies too in worship.
I love worship, I really really do. I love it. Love telling God aloud how awesome He is, love declaring how great and mighty and big He is, love telling my Savior I love him so. It's awesome. A line from Delirious' Majesty went:
"So here I stand, knowing that I am Your desire"
:D
Imagine that! We sing God You are our desire so often but do you know this? You are God's desire!
How can we not sing?
Friday, February 03, 2006
11:35.
So I won't forget.
From Next Wave.
I Don't Know
03 February 2006
Hebrews 11:13 & 16 'All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance ... Instead, they were longing for a better country-- a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.' (NIV)
Some people will tell you that faith in God means you can do anything. Actually, that isn't true. There are some things in life I can't do if I want to live by faith. Faith actually places restrictions on my life. As a good friend of mind says, faith has an 'I don't know' quality at about it. We're not talking here about doubt, at least not doubt in reference to God's promises. If you don't make the conscious decision to believe God's word, no matter what your feelings or circumstances tell you, you won't see any of the power of faith in your life. But having faith does not mean that you have all the answers or that you know the outcome of something ahead of time; in fact, if your life is so predictable that you never have to take a risk, faith can't operate in you. If you've mapped out your life so clearly that there is no 'I don't know' about your future, you will never witness first-hand the amazing power of faith in God. Don't be afraid of life's 'I don't know' situations. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, in faith that God will come through. He will -- and usually in surprising ways!
Prayer: 'Father, help me to live a life that is full of 'I don't know' moments, may I simply trust everything to the word you have spoken over my life. I want to make your name great, by proving what you can do even in the midst of my weakness and uncertainty.'
So I won't forget.
From Next Wave.
I Don't Know
03 February 2006
Hebrews 11:13 & 16 'All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance ... Instead, they were longing for a better country-- a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.' (NIV)
Some people will tell you that faith in God means you can do anything. Actually, that isn't true. There are some things in life I can't do if I want to live by faith. Faith actually places restrictions on my life. As a good friend of mind says, faith has an 'I don't know' quality at about it. We're not talking here about doubt, at least not doubt in reference to God's promises. If you don't make the conscious decision to believe God's word, no matter what your feelings or circumstances tell you, you won't see any of the power of faith in your life. But having faith does not mean that you have all the answers or that you know the outcome of something ahead of time; in fact, if your life is so predictable that you never have to take a risk, faith can't operate in you. If you've mapped out your life so clearly that there is no 'I don't know' about your future, you will never witness first-hand the amazing power of faith in God. Don't be afraid of life's 'I don't know' situations. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, in faith that God will come through. He will -- and usually in surprising ways!
Prayer: 'Father, help me to live a life that is full of 'I don't know' moments, may I simply trust everything to the word you have spoken over my life. I want to make your name great, by proving what you can do even in the midst of my weakness and uncertainty.'
Thursday, February 02, 2006
21:56.
In about two hours, we will be into Friday in this time zone. Come Friday, that means I have exactly three more work days as a journo. Life now? It's not that easy but not that hard.
I'm doing this food review on this little cafe at Plaza Singapura that is like a concept cafe, conceptualised to be like a little Melb cafe. They serve Grinders coffee, Flat White for $2.80, same standard price.
When I first walked by and saw the Grinders label, I stopped and said out loud on the spot: "Grinders!"
That's what happens when you are a coffee fan and Melb spoilt your taste palette.
But you know, it's not about missing the coffee. It's about a lot more else.
I had a thought the other day and I brought it out to r a y when we were sharing how we both do miss Melb. Does our being out of Melb mean we are in a separate boat now from you folks in Melb? We are fighting battles that are same yet not. We are all in His boat, heading the same way but well, you know....
That said, I know this is hard precisely because we don't feel like we left the boat 'cause we emote, care and feel for planet uni and planetshakers and all that God saw fit to show us and all we experienced in Melb, in church as individuals and as a couple. And it is hard precisely because, I don't speak for r a y here, but for me, knowing that God is not calling me back to Melb this year, having seen for about a month the wonders your have there... well, coming back does feel like a leaving, a departure, a separated-ness.
And yet it's not that hard after all.
I thank God for:
- The chance to profile an old lady, handicapped, wheelchair-bound tissue seller who attributes to Jesus her smile, a smile that continues despite earning max $500 a month and all her less-than-rosy living conditions. One of my last three articles.
- The executive ed messaged me over the company system: "Hi S k y e, I appreciate your reasons for leaving journalism. Thanks for all you have done for *insert name of paper*. Gong Xi Fa Cai"
- A drinking story was assigned to me where I had to made the rounds at the pubs, drink and test out reactions. With God's strength, I stood up and said no, I'm not comfortable with it, come on, I've just decided to leave journalism because I'm convicted I have a full time calling, I'm just not comfortable to do the article. The supervisor accepted it.
- I owned the co over $1,000 'cause since I quit so early into the financial year, I have to pay back the leave I took. After deduction of the pay-back my notice period (the number of working days in the two-week notice was very few since Jan's pay was already given and Feb has a number of PHs, leaving only five days of working days) will cover, the sum went down to about $400. Then two days later, the HR staff emailed and said I'm eligible for a certain bonus so the sum went down to around $230. And now, after I'm allowed to claim two Off-In-Lieus I won't be taking, it looks like I either pay less than $100 or nothing.
[edit at 1218pm, Jan 3, Friday: Excerpt from an email I just got: "After adding all the payments including your pro-rated AWS, PH and RD encashment, you have a balance of $57.18." Praise God :)]
And word has got around, of course, that I'm quitting but for every cynical/ huh?/ bochap reaction I get, salve comes in the form of others who says it's an inspiring testimony.
It's not that easy but it's really not that hard.
Not as long as "on Christ the solid Rock we stand when all around is sinking sand".
My Jesus, in You I find my home. In You we find rest and salvation and inspiration, strength to face tomorrow, faith to keep walking, hope to win a generation.
You are my Rock, You are my King, You are my God.
Keep us sharp and use us, Lord.
Amen.
In about two hours, we will be into Friday in this time zone. Come Friday, that means I have exactly three more work days as a journo. Life now? It's not that easy but not that hard.
I'm doing this food review on this little cafe at Plaza Singapura that is like a concept cafe, conceptualised to be like a little Melb cafe. They serve Grinders coffee, Flat White for $2.80, same standard price.
When I first walked by and saw the Grinders label, I stopped and said out loud on the spot: "Grinders!"
That's what happens when you are a coffee fan and Melb spoilt your taste palette.
But you know, it's not about missing the coffee. It's about a lot more else.
I had a thought the other day and I brought it out to r a y when we were sharing how we both do miss Melb. Does our being out of Melb mean we are in a separate boat now from you folks in Melb? We are fighting battles that are same yet not. We are all in His boat, heading the same way but well, you know....
That said, I know this is hard precisely because we don't feel like we left the boat 'cause we emote, care and feel for planet uni and planetshakers and all that God saw fit to show us and all we experienced in Melb, in church as individuals and as a couple. And it is hard precisely because, I don't speak for r a y here, but for me, knowing that God is not calling me back to Melb this year, having seen for about a month the wonders your have there... well, coming back does feel like a leaving, a departure, a separated-ness.
And yet it's not that hard after all.
I thank God for:
- The chance to profile an old lady, handicapped, wheelchair-bound tissue seller who attributes to Jesus her smile, a smile that continues despite earning max $500 a month and all her less-than-rosy living conditions. One of my last three articles.
- The executive ed messaged me over the company system: "Hi S k y e, I appreciate your reasons for leaving journalism. Thanks for all you have done for *insert name of paper*. Gong Xi Fa Cai"
- A drinking story was assigned to me where I had to made the rounds at the pubs, drink and test out reactions. With God's strength, I stood up and said no, I'm not comfortable with it, come on, I've just decided to leave journalism because I'm convicted I have a full time calling, I'm just not comfortable to do the article. The supervisor accepted it.
- I owned the co over $1,000 'cause since I quit so early into the financial year, I have to pay back the leave I took. After deduction of the pay-back my notice period (the number of working days in the two-week notice was very few since Jan's pay was already given and Feb has a number of PHs, leaving only five days of working days) will cover, the sum went down to about $400. Then two days later, the HR staff emailed and said I'm eligible for a certain bonus so the sum went down to around $230. And now, after I'm allowed to claim two Off-In-Lieus I won't be taking, it looks like I either pay less than $100 or nothing.
[edit at 1218pm, Jan 3, Friday: Excerpt from an email I just got: "After adding all the payments including your pro-rated AWS, PH and RD encashment, you have a balance of $57.18." Praise God :)]
And word has got around, of course, that I'm quitting but for every cynical/ huh?/ bochap reaction I get, salve comes in the form of others who says it's an inspiring testimony.
It's not that easy but it's really not that hard.
Not as long as "on Christ the solid Rock we stand when all around is sinking sand".
My Jesus, in You I find my home. In You we find rest and salvation and inspiration, strength to face tomorrow, faith to keep walking, hope to win a generation.
You are my Rock, You are my King, You are my God.
Keep us sharp and use us, Lord.
Amen.
