Don't Miss Out

It has been a good two day trip back to dad's (doesn't really feel like mine) home in Malaysia. Though our family makes rather frequent trips there, I don't think I can claim to say I feel a sense of belonging there besides the fact that Malaysians all drive pretty recklessly. And yes, it makes me feel at home in that sense.

In the midst of feasting and carousing on cans and cans of shandy, I still managed to find time to sleep (a whole lot of it), converse with God and read through Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot back to back. I enjoyed my car ride there and back with Jac driving, with Rich Mullin's The Jesus' Record (one of my favourites) playing. We managed to catch a picturesque sight of the sunset and seagulls resting by the waters.

So, I was telling God how rough He has made the recent days that have went by, almost very unmanageable for this fragile soul. And in that chilly night, when the sky was at its darkest, the stars shone the brightest, with bursts of colorful fireworks making everything such a wonder to grasp. Right there and then, I heard Him and He spoke right into my heart.

I have heard so many ways to approach it, heard contradicting ones, seemingly right ones, outrightly ridiculous ones, which always made me sway my stand every now and then and extremely bothered. But that night, He showed me what His ways has taught me to be and that will always be the path I will take. Broad and wide ways, many take. But the small and narrow way, by His hand will I be led.