lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Sunday, October 15, 2006
-8:41 pm
Michelle, stop being so melodramatic.It was worth it yesterday rushing for dinner at gran's after Z1 service before rushing back to church for fuel, by bus (i.e. the slow 165), all within the space of less than two hours. I tried to help her in the kitchen, pathetically attempted to speak to her in my broken Hokkien and enthusiastically exclaimed how delicious her food was (I wasn't being patronising- it really was sumptuous) while stuffing myself with her wonderful homecooked salted veg fried rice. I know it sounds eww- I had my reservations too at first- but it's really good.
I've been learning Hokkien for her sake. She frequently laments that young people nowadays do not know how to speak dialects. So I've been earnestly trying to learn from her, so that I'll be able to communicate with her, and eventually, be able to share the gospel in Hokkien. That day will be one of the biggest milestones in my life. (: So far, my efforts have earned her approval, I'm glad to note.
To be able to say something and see her smile in response is the best thing really. Her smile made my day. Even though she was sort of grumpy and aching from the rheumatism in her legs, I was glad I sat down with her and tried to cheer her up. Somehow, I feel strangely accomplished whenever I manage to elicit even the faintest of smiles from her. Her smiles make me feel so happy. On the outside, she's all tough and independent but I know deep down inside, she's lonely and longs for the company of loved ones.
I love my grandma. And I want so much for her to know God's love. But she's really embittered and has a grudge against Christianity and the Church in general. It's a long story that took an hour to unfold as she confided in me her grievances. I tried my best to explain things to her. Still, deeply entrenched mindsets and resentment stand in the way.
But I know, in time, God will draw all men to Himself. I pray it'll be soon though, because I don't know how much longer she has left.
It's not the words, not the skills, not the musician nor the music, but the heart that makes true worship.
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