do you really know Me?

Definitely not an emo question. haha

Was on the cab last night and the question above popped up.

how much do we actually know God in the midst of our daily walk with Him.  As I read somewhere… there are literally seven Sundays in heaven – which translate to… a daily encounter with Him.

How is your Sunday like today?

back from cambodia

Cambodia is an amazing place. I am humbled by the things I saw.

Slums, village markets, ancient temples and that all. I am actually still in the midst of editing my 2k odd photos…

Fell ill today and took half day MC. Going back to work tomorrow despite having a two day MC. The post administrative of the trip took longer than expected and still loads of work to clear.

Thank God for loads of things that happened this week:
1. Boss converted me to permanent from a contract basis
2. Certified a trainer for the company’s training program for all customer service related staff
Going to bed soon. Photos will be up at my photo gallery – cowism.multiply.com soon!

reminder

A very tiring week for me. Rush rush rush. I had to work last Sunday and I guess that contributes to my lethargy this week. Somehow as the weekend gets nearer, the more energy I have. Last Saturday, wedding – Rudy and Christine’s which I helped to shoot. Really privileged to learn something and also to chronicle their big day. Photos are on my multiply – www.cowism.multiply.com

As things get heated up and work seeps in, I tend to overlook things in ministry, even in my personal life. I somehow feel that I just need time alone, thats why I didn’t go for the basketball competition which was canceled in the end. Being alone gives me time to think, reflect and ponder of certain issues. When I was in the army, I took it for granted the zho-boing (I translate – idling) where I manage to find time alone. I miss my bunk, office and personal space (I was the few NSFs who had a table to himself).  Thank God for it.

The constant playback of the advice in my head given by my ex-Commander to run daily to keep my fitness up is really something to remind myself of. Now from the frying pan to the hot oil (working world), it seems so hard to please everyone.

And I was reminded by a song that was always sung in cell group years ago…

“Your grace is sufficient for me
Your strength is made perfect
When I am weak
All that I cling to
I lay at Your feet
Your grace is sufficient for me”

And that is so comforting.

Tomorrow, Monday. Here world, here I come – with God’s grace