Both of my arms are sore. I did not write this on my Thursday's blog as I found the lesson I learnt during the late Aunty Suan's wake service more important and meaningful.
Anyway, the bus I was in that day met with an accident during a heavy downpour. I was on my way home to change my top as a dear friend whom I was with told me that the polo-tee I was wearing (which had red prints) was inappropriate for a wake service. I agreed with her and decided to change it as I did not want to be disrespectful to the late Aunty Suan and her family.
Anyway, the bus basically banged into a car in front that was trying to beat the red light but could not. When the driver of the car jammed the brakes, the bus could not react in time and the road being wet too, slammed into the back of the Toyota Corolla.
I saw the whole incident as I was sitting towards the front. When I knew the accident was imminent, I held on tightly to the handle of the seat before me. I guess the forward motion of the sudden jerk kind of strained the muscles of my arms. Initially it was okay but while I was playing the drums last night during the Worship Team Rehearsal, the sore came and till now, it is still there.
I praise the Lord nothing serious happened. No one was really injured except for some minor sprains. One lady, who was standing in the bus, fell during the collision but she was alright. Praise the Lord for that. :)
Anyway, this was not what I wanted to share for today's blog but thought I still do so as I am struggling a little as I type. :) Last week my legs were sore due to the run and this week, my arms are taking over the torture. Maybe next week it will be some other parts of my body. Haha. I hope not. :(
As I was saying, this morning I went for a run at the park opposite my home. It used to be Bidadari Christian Cemetery but all the graves have been exhumed and it is now a beautiful garden for runners like me and also the Gurkha soldiers who live near my place.
There was this funny incident where one of the soldiers thought I was one of them. Maybe because of my fierce look when I do not smile or perhaps I looked like one of his officers, he saluted me when he ran past me. I was quite amused by that and just smiled at him.
It was a good thing he did not stop to talk to me. Otherwise my identity would have been exposed and he probably would have killed me there and then with a twist of my neck, breaking the vertebrae. As most of us know, Gurkha soldiers are known for their ferorcity in battle - I am thankful to God that I was spared being used as a dummy for his unarmed combat practice. Phew!
Anyway, this is also not what I wanted to write. Sigh. Sorry to bring you round the world a couple of times before I actually share what I had initially planned to. :)
Alright, to the point! I always like to pray when I run. I do not pray aloud for two reasons: one I do not want the other runners like the Gurkha soldiers to think I am a mad man; and two I am not that fit to be able to pray verbally as I run because Mr Chew here was panting so badly that he could not even say a word of "hi" to the soldier who saluted him.
Anyway, I always pray in my heart during my run - submitting to God my petitions. Some of them are new while there are others which I have been praying for a long while already. Many have already been answered. Thanks be to God for that!
It was those that I have been praying for quite some time and have yet to be answered that reminded me of the Parable of the Persistent Widow found in Luke 18:1-8.
In fact this morning I asked God when He would answer those prayer items and I guess He wants me to continue to be persistent. I will do that because some of those requests are matters close to my heart - one of them being my brother's salvation. I believe strongly that the Lord will make all things beautiful in His time. :)
That said, I thank God for reminding me to press on in my prayers.
I think I have said enough for today's blog. Praise the Lord for today as I had a great time fellowshipping with God during the run; fellowshipping with my God-sister over lunch and shopping; and fellowshipping with my family over dinner.
Time now for the Liverpool vs Arsenal FA CUP Third Round match! Till I write again, may the Lord grant rest to one and all tonight!
"Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.' "For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!'" And the Lord said, "Listen to what the unjust judge says. 7And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?" Luke 18:1-8
Anyway, the bus I was in that day met with an accident during a heavy downpour. I was on my way home to change my top as a dear friend whom I was with told me that the polo-tee I was wearing (which had red prints) was inappropriate for a wake service. I agreed with her and decided to change it as I did not want to be disrespectful to the late Aunty Suan and her family.
Anyway, the bus basically banged into a car in front that was trying to beat the red light but could not. When the driver of the car jammed the brakes, the bus could not react in time and the road being wet too, slammed into the back of the Toyota Corolla.
I saw the whole incident as I was sitting towards the front. When I knew the accident was imminent, I held on tightly to the handle of the seat before me. I guess the forward motion of the sudden jerk kind of strained the muscles of my arms. Initially it was okay but while I was playing the drums last night during the Worship Team Rehearsal, the sore came and till now, it is still there.
I praise the Lord nothing serious happened. No one was really injured except for some minor sprains. One lady, who was standing in the bus, fell during the collision but she was alright. Praise the Lord for that. :)
Anyway, this was not what I wanted to share for today's blog but thought I still do so as I am struggling a little as I type. :) Last week my legs were sore due to the run and this week, my arms are taking over the torture. Maybe next week it will be some other parts of my body. Haha. I hope not. :(
As I was saying, this morning I went for a run at the park opposite my home. It used to be Bidadari Christian Cemetery but all the graves have been exhumed and it is now a beautiful garden for runners like me and also the Gurkha soldiers who live near my place.
There was this funny incident where one of the soldiers thought I was one of them. Maybe because of my fierce look when I do not smile or perhaps I looked like one of his officers, he saluted me when he ran past me. I was quite amused by that and just smiled at him.
It was a good thing he did not stop to talk to me. Otherwise my identity would have been exposed and he probably would have killed me there and then with a twist of my neck, breaking the vertebrae. As most of us know, Gurkha soldiers are known for their ferorcity in battle - I am thankful to God that I was spared being used as a dummy for his unarmed combat practice. Phew!
Anyway, this is also not what I wanted to write. Sigh. Sorry to bring you round the world a couple of times before I actually share what I had initially planned to. :)
Alright, to the point! I always like to pray when I run. I do not pray aloud for two reasons: one I do not want the other runners like the Gurkha soldiers to think I am a mad man; and two I am not that fit to be able to pray verbally as I run because Mr Chew here was panting so badly that he could not even say a word of "hi" to the soldier who saluted him.
Anyway, I always pray in my heart during my run - submitting to God my petitions. Some of them are new while there are others which I have been praying for a long while already. Many have already been answered. Thanks be to God for that!
It was those that I have been praying for quite some time and have yet to be answered that reminded me of the Parable of the Persistent Widow found in Luke 18:1-8.
In fact this morning I asked God when He would answer those prayer items and I guess He wants me to continue to be persistent. I will do that because some of those requests are matters close to my heart - one of them being my brother's salvation. I believe strongly that the Lord will make all things beautiful in His time. :)
That said, I thank God for reminding me to press on in my prayers.
I think I have said enough for today's blog. Praise the Lord for today as I had a great time fellowshipping with God during the run; fellowshipping with my God-sister over lunch and shopping; and fellowshipping with my family over dinner.
Time now for the Liverpool vs Arsenal FA CUP Third Round match! Till I write again, may the Lord grant rest to one and all tonight!
"Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.' "For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!'" And the Lord said, "Listen to what the unjust judge says. 7And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?" Luke 18:1-8
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