Two songs under the stars

Tonight, I sat on the roof with my guitar and started to randomly sing some "praise tunes". The Lord inspired me with these two beautiful songs.

The songs are dedicated to the children in Madagascar. I still remember when I taught them songs about the Father last year in French. The joy is still in my heart. I miss them and love them so much.

"In Your Love"

This song was inspired by my days in South Africa. We used to go on a circle and sing our hearts to God. The melody of this song is influenced by Xhosa native tunes.

In Your love,
I can rest.
Cast away,
All my fears.
Spread my arms,
Embrace You.
Cry to You...
Close to You...

Close to You
(We sing the Song of Songs)
Love You
(We open up our hearts and praise)
Thank You
(We give You honour and praise)

"Jesus, great is Your faithfulness"

This song was inspired by Psalms 36. I drew the words from this Psalm since I experienced The Lord's faithfulness this year. In my weakness, I tasted His grace. In my wandering, He sought after me. The melody is rather "praise-tune-esque" à la Keith Green. But uplifting and inspiring nonetheless. If you are lucky enough you will see me sing it in public one day haha.

Jesus, You are worthy
Great is Your faithfulness.

As high as the mountains,
As deep as the soundless sea.
Oh Lord...Oh Lord...
Great is Your faithfulness.

Sketches

"After years of solitude and profound sadness, I have come to appreciate the little things that make life beautiful. It's as if I've been walking on a desert alone with God for years, and suddenly come across a beautiful country where honey and milk abound in great measure. The mirage of forced superficial relationships were replaced with genuine friendships and kindness. I find myself dancing and singing to delicious music, where I use my hands and feet to express all those unearthed and suppressed feelings I've stored during those lonely years in the desert. I find belonging and healing in those home cooked meals, deep conversations and long afternoons spent in the company of loving family and friends. Their love and appreciation has helped me restore my humanity, as I've come to deeply realize that every human being on this planet is worthy to be loved and accepted for who they are.

At the end of every day, my heart is filled to the brim with gratitude towards God for bringing me back to life. It's good to become your old self again, and have the strength to wake up every morning with a smile, praising God for feeling alive again...

I cannot imagine life without the life part."

Conversations

[Suchitoto Trip with a dear friend]

"Yeah, I didn't like it there."
"You seemed so withdrawn every time you came back. I was wondering what was going on but was afraid to ask."
"Coming back has made me feel alive again. It's like I'm back to my old normal self."
"I'm glad you are happy. Your friendship is so precious to me. I wish you wouldn't have to go back."

Heaven must feel like home

It feels quite unreal to be in a familiar place and feel so at home again.

The blissful sound of rain, an old friend calling you up for a home cooked meal, laughter and endless laughter...I wished this life would have no end.

My body, spirit and mind has experienced much healing from the love, acceptance and support from my close friends and family. I am infinitely grateful for their lives. God knows how much I needed this.

As I was driving home tonight, I imagined heaven to be a place where you can call home. A place where you can joke around with Peter the Apostle, wade your feet on the river of life and skate around the streets of gold. With countless stories to share and countless memories to be made, we would need eternity to enjoy ourselves...

Meditations on a Monday midnight

Before time began, You have already written my life story in Your heart.

Why should I worry when I know that You have the best stored for me?

All challenges and blessings work for my good...

You have crossed the paths of many people into my life so that I could have a deeper understanding of Your love and purpose.

I praise You for You are the mastermind of my life story. The author and finisher of my faith.

To count my blessings would be like to count the stars of the sky. They far outnumber my troubles and problems.

Great is my God. Great is my Father in Heaven. 

Conversations

(Two philosophers sit outside the Library. One is holding a guitar while the other one is listening intently. Circa 2007AD)

"I don't want to live in passive existence."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want life to come by without me exerting actual control over it. I want to go out there and live life. I am tired of being passive all the time."
"..."
"My parents don't know about this. But I'm sick of being sheltered."

[6 years later, this conversation is still on my mind...inspiring me to live life fully.]