looking forward...

As I pen this entry my hands are certainly shivering no more, but its the upper torso that's aching away and that little open wound on my elbow that's causing me much sleepless nights (not being able to sleep in my fav position, where the breeze from my fan caresses my face). I guess the old adage is true. No pain no gain! Pain aside, I'm certainly feeling more energized, and somewhat healthier.

I've come to realise that there is so much to look forward to in the next few months. For one, my boss has shared with us his heartbeat for the next financial year, and the vision he has for us. His energy is infectious- I'm both grateful for, and motivated by his sharing.

The PA ministry is growing well, and I foresee more growth and developments coming our way. Praise God for all He has been doing for the ministry thus far, and all that He will be doing. I pray that He will continue to transform our lives even as we serve in worship.

There's always the church retreat to look forward to. God knows I don't really fancy ferry rides, but I am confident it will be a good time to relax and to recharge! I'm really looking forward to it..

And most importantly, there's this very special person I've been waiting and praying for. In the right time, may the Lord help me be bold! And, special folks have returned from overseas too and I'm so looking forward to catching up with them.

Moving forward requires changes. I realise that I haven't been the most dilligent or efficient worker at my workplace- far from what I can be. It remains my prayer that I may really honor Col 3:23 to bless the organisation and honor God with my work ethics.

I'd like to thank the brothers who have been sharing their lives with me. I've have had the joy of being able to share their concerns and journey with them through this period of time. Guys, keep in touch with God and lean on His wisdom and understanding. And to a special couple ACCA who have shared their concerns with me, I'll remember you in thoughts and prayers! For that special sister who just started work, know that the Lord is faithful and He creates and sustains with wisdom.

My divine petitions go out for you, and you, and you.

The climb of faith

My hands are shivering as I'm typing this entry. No, it isn't the freezing temperatures in the office, but by the virtue that I've not excercised for a long time! (and just did so yesterday)

On this note I'd like to share that I've taken up rock climbing just-for-the-fun-of-it. I'm nowhere near professional, and that will have to wait till later. It all started when I did PA for this nice chap's wedding, who subsequently invited me up the pirate's ship. Having done reasonably well for the first session, I was sold.

I guess that's less reason for me to whine about my lack of bulk and light weight. So that I can spend less effort hauling myself upwards? If that's the case, thank God for my relatively lanky frame, too.

Being up almost four to five metres is a pretty refreshing experience, till you realise all that's holding you is a rope, in the hands of a belayer (that's the person who holds your rope down there, and pulls in your rope slack as you advance upwards, then releases the rope bit by bit when you've reached the peak).

I never realised I could place my life in the complete hands of another stranger, (not that Jacob's one, but I havent known him long enough then) but that reminded me about my faith in the Lord, to be my solid Rock (what I hold on to on the feaure wall) and my dependable Belayer.

Over time, I've placed more trust in my belayers as I advance up more difficult walls. I took a couple of near falls when I slipped off the walls yesterday, but thanks to my trustable pals, I was not harmed other than my heart missing a beat or two.

Which convicts me of my lack of faith in God sometimes, which is very much a recurring issue and something I have to work on. Its not that easy to remember that God is ever there and ever dependable no matter what hits the fan.

As a novice belayer- it rocks to know that people are entrusting their lives on you. Someday, I hope to really be able to trust God with mine- without any doubts.

For the record, rock climbing is fun!

peace out,
fraser