tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28576508218494116192024-03-05T19:01:33.465+07:00YeongsLifePostings about our lives and how God is working in it. We pray that we may glorify Him well.Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.comBlogger381125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-30383415230977046372014-03-05T22:00:00.001+07:002014-03-06T22:01:02.125+07:00A Boy No Longer<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ethan listening to Eric's words of affirmation and advice<br />during his Coming into Manhood Gathering.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next generation on the rise. From left: Joel Feniak,<br />Moses Allen, Jared Bradley, Mathias Lao,<br />Matthew Strong, Nate Ratliff, and Ethan in front</td></tr>
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<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-43678302613037009222014-02-27T23:29:00.000+07:002014-02-28T12:19:54.917+07:00Kaito Reginald Yeong<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Puny Kaito beside the cell phone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A new kind of bonding for the bros because of KRY.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaito's selfie with Ethan's help.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaito, or KRY, testing out the new digs.</td></tr>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-24226843449348654352014-02-19T21:17:00.000+07:002014-02-19T22:23:15.078+07:00Ministry Day<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mae Hia students with their 10th grade friends. After a day together,<br />their language barrier disappeared and they were all smiles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reason for all the work: so that God's love<br />would be known.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The big red heart reason presented as a gift.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Thai students physically left but they excitedly<br />declared that they wanted to return.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our 10th grade students with their Thai guests.<br />They all enjoyed their time together.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Really? I get to keep him?</td></tr>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-34402322447963403832014-02-12T22:31:00.002+07:002014-02-14T12:08:52.350+07:00All Night Prayer, 7:00 p.m. - 7:00 a.m.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All kinds of art were created by the time morning came.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some did in remembrance of Jesus.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"God through His Words" area</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Missions Corner" and the request for laborers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A place to be quiet and travail in prayer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Names of all the teachers, staff, and students<br />were posted on this Wailing Wall. To the<br />right, names of unsaved loves ones or<br />those prayed for, were written.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The idea was to write a verse to share and to take a verse.<br />Folks were also encouraged to journal and listen to<br />God speak through His Words.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Nailing Sins" on the cross, knowing<br />Jesus paid for it all.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sins indeed nailed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Message left by a volunteer from IHOP when it was all<br />over. Papa God knew that having "beautiful" in her message<br />made it a personal love note from Him to me. =)</td></tr>
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<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-2231419939554604032014-02-05T23:52:00.003+07:002014-02-06T01:22:40.035+07:00Eli's Senior Carnival<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Samuel Womble as Fix-It Felix, Josh</span><br />
Templeton as Wreck-It Ralph, and<br />
one of their starry-eyed fans.<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tyler Ross as Mario, Tyler Bradley as Luigi,<br />Chip Rowe as Super Luigi.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day after the carnival, we visited a<br />training center here where would-be<br />missionaries are asked to stay inside this <br />casket for 20 minutes after they are nailed in shut.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mario and friends, a zombie (Martin Kooyman), <br />and street fighters (Daniel Feniak and Cal Veldt)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Beard Eli</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">As Beard Papa, Eli was paid to</span><br />
deliver hugs to whomever the payee<br />
sent him to. It's good that he<br />
was cushy in the middle. =)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back to normal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boys will be boys.<br />Playing on the wheelie carts.</td></tr>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-79171419377787430162014-01-30T23:55:00.000+07:002014-01-31T01:07:11.089+07:0054 Reasons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eng, doing what he loves best!<br />He'll soon need to give up the management of our<br />friends' restaurant. They'll arrive in two weeks!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fa-see-pa, happy to see us. The doctor<br />said her eye condition (she sees dimly) had<br />nothing to do with her having HIV.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful, any which way you look at it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">54 reasons as to why Eng is a blessing. His name<br />means "blessing" in Chinese.</td></tr>
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<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-46605710300442034792014-01-23T07:11:00.002+07:002014-01-24T01:40:25.839+07:00Pictures Alone in 2014<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eli turned 18 on January 19th</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maddie Moore surprised Eli with cheesecake<br />
and gifts to open for each of his 8 periods in school.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eli was thrilled at being remembered and fussed on</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Central Festival celebrating Eli's birthday</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eng turned 54 on January 22nd. Called up to<br />
dance with the professionals. =)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Aury Reitz and her group of professionals<br />
performed at GIS on January 22nd, 2014. They're from the<br />
Underground Church in North Hollywood, California</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris and Joy's Wedding<br />
January 11, 2014</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eli was ring bearer with<br />
Juniper Stewart as flower girl.</td></tr>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-88456787737945468282014-01-17T11:34:00.000+07:002014-01-17T11:34:02.591+07:00Sick This WeekFor the first time in years, I am not well. I blame myself for depriving my body of sleep and not being wise with the use of my time. I know I spent too much time working. This is something I definitely need to work on in 2014.<br />
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Thank you for your prayers. It will help me stay focus on what matters. Bless you!Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-85351509725098353352014-01-06T22:02:00.001+07:002014-01-09T00:09:04.624+07:00And the Winner is...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Evan and Eric at a guest house in Toronto, we<br />tried our best to capture all our faces as we did our<br />Christmas greetings by Skype. Thank you, Lord,<br />for technology. =) And, Eric played for us on his<br />new Epiphone guitar that he received for free. The<br />provision was mentioned in the December 24th posting.</td></tr>
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As in previous years, last week, we got together as a family
to pray for the happenings of the year before. It roughly takes about two hours
to thank Papa God for everything He’d done for us. Typically, we do the whole
process in two days. As always, the fun part was recollecting what happened in
any given month. We laughed at our funny moments, smiled at accomplishments, or
grimaced at hard memories, but we always ended up thanking the Lord for what He’d
allowed to happen to us. We also praised Him for getting us through all kinds
of happenings last year. Then, we went through the more serious part of our
tradition which was to pick the winner of the “person-who-changed-the-most-in-the-last-year”
award. The reward of 1,000 Baht wasn’t very much (about $30.00) but each of us
wanted to win it because of how hard it was to get it. I’d never won it and it’s
not for lack of trying. Someone in the family was always far more deserving.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here are the sheets that I hope to pay attention to<br />as the Lord uses my family to help me be a better person.</td></tr>
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We’d tweaked it through the years
but the best way we’d done it was to write three positive and affirming
character traits that each person possessed. Then, on the bottom of that list,
we wrote down what we prayed the person would be better at, in the new year.
Our gauge for who to vote for as winner was the last part. Basically, if we’d
heard the answer from any of the previous years’ responses, then it’s a sure
indication that the person didn’t change much in the last year. And, of course,
we had prayed to vote and choose wisely.<br />
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Ethan, our youngest son, now 12 years old, won for 2013. It’s
the very first time for him. He earned it. He changed a LOT and became more and
more responsible. We are very proud of him. Now, if only I’d get a turn. Maybe
next year I’ll finally win? =)</div>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-81851772629491437642013-12-31T04:00:00.001+07:002014-01-06T22:15:34.661+07:00Welcoming the New Year – 2014<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span class="text"><b><i><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">“Forget the former things;</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span class="indent-1-breaks"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="text-align: start;"> </span></span></i></b></span><span class="text"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">do not dwell on the past.</span></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="text"><b><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">See, I am doing a new thing!</span><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Isaiah
43:18-19</span></span><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Between the holidays, we were able to<br />
go camping at Doi Inthanon. The falls above<br />
was a find during one of my walks.</td></tr>
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Today, we spent some time praying
and thanking God for the first six months of 2013. Only Eli and Ethan were here
to pray with us (Eng and I). This year, Evan
and Eric didn’t come back to Chiang Mai to celebrate the holidays with us as
they intend to be here when Eli graduates in May. We gravely missed them! Tomorrow,
we hope to finish praying through the remaining six months. Earlier in the day,
Eng also shared about the verses above. As we talked, we pondered on what the “new
thing” may be for all of us. We speculated awhile and then prayed that the Lord
would prepare our hearts for what He has in store for us. We also prayed about
the possibility that we may live back in Canada in two years when our term is over.
We don’t really know what our future holds. We can only trust that the Lord
will lead and guide us as He’d always done.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Up until
April this year, I was happily teaching ESL classes. Then, the Lord prompted me
to apply for the Student and Family Life Ministries Coordinator position at
school. I even protested because I didn’t think I could do it! In the end, the
Lord’s will prevailed and I got the job. There really is no point in arguing with
Him! However, the Lord didn’t abandon me. Instead, He helped me and provided what
I needed to do the job well. Looking back at the semester, I can honestly say I
enjoyed doing the new work more than my old ESL job! Papa God obviously knew
what He was doing! =)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHvUwlDnR9dRVqJxrvVGY1UAuoRbfBnuPS98IXJJAVcv4TyBnwfu6fE6J1Z2PiYHQdCPUdSH3CHXKEIs1uBcMjHS2_Tvf1yjUJXNtr9J6YPOPUWcwbkEtHumqqGQEtpJ6o4_CD9FhcyY/s1600/w-heater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHvUwlDnR9dRVqJxrvVGY1UAuoRbfBnuPS98IXJJAVcv4TyBnwfu6fE6J1Z2PiYHQdCPUdSH3CHXKEIs1uBcMjHS2_Tvf1yjUJXNtr9J6YPOPUWcwbkEtHumqqGQEtpJ6o4_CD9FhcyY/s1600/w-heater.jpg" height="320" width="184" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The temperature at Doi Inthanon<br />
went down to as low as 2 degrees<br />
at night. I succumbed and made<br />
a heater with tea light candles, two<br />
clay pots, and a bread pan.<br />
It worked! Thanks to FB!!!</td></tr>
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Even Eng started managing our
friend’s restaurant while they were away for eight months. He hadn’t done restaurant
management in the past but just like to me, the Lord proved faithful and
reliable in helping him do his financial management work and the management of
the restaurant. He had now done both jobs concurrently for the last six months
and with the Lord’s grace, he is managing well. Best of all, I know Eng would
also say he is enjoying the restaurant management even more than his management
job.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Which leads me to the point I’d
like to make: the Lord desires to bless us with new experiences. The newness of
the experiences is difficult as we gauge for the first time, the adjustments we need to make. BUT, the Lord is, and will always be there to help, encourage, and
provide for us. Most of all, as we begin to take on new roles, we actually discover
the joy found in doing them. If we don’t ever step out to obey God in the new
tasks He gives us, how else will we discover the enjoyment of doing those tasks?
It’s a remarkable process!<o:p></o:p></div>
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As 2014 starts, we’ll do well to
allow God to lead and guide us and have us just follow Him. No matter how scary
the journey looks, the ride will be worth it. Our Lord knows us best and He’s
always right. May we completely trust Him with our lives. I know no one will
regret it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our family picture without Evan and Eric.<br /> Ethan's at left, Eli, on right</td></tr>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-369941926552887252013-12-24T02:29:00.001+07:002013-12-30T19:31:17.531+07:00Christmas 2013 <span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="text-align: center;">Evan and Eric weren't here for Christmas as they chose </span><span style="text-align: center;">instead to save their trip so they could attend </span></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eli's graduation in May. Currently, because there was an ice storm in Toronto which affected the power to 300,000 homes, we haven't heard from them. Please pray that their Christmas celebrations will be meaningful anyway, and full of Papa God's loving orchestrations and presence. The Lord is able to bless them more than us and we trust in His unfailing love for them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Already on Sunday, Eric posted the following: </span></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart." I had been wanting a guitar for a while to replace my really old classical guitar, but was wondering how I would pay for one. Today, I received one completely free and not just any guitar, an EPIPHONE. God is indescribably good. Early Christmas!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/eric.j.yeong?fref=ts">https://www.facebook.com/eric.j.yeong?fref=ts</a><br />
When we finally connect with them, there would certainly be more stories of God's goodness.<br />
Thank you, Lord, for your grand plan and amazing love in sending Jesus. In doing so, we found a way to be saved and learned how to love. We praise you and bless you! Happy birthday! =)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">12 year old Ethan, Eng, Linda, and 17 year old Eli</td></tr>
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From our home to yours, we wish you all a blessed Christmas and a New Year with eyes opened to the goodness and love of Papa God. May Jesus be the source of all our hope, joy, strength, and peace. And may we constantly seek the Holy Spirit's guide and help throughout the year.</div>
Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-11202609273235719442013-12-17T23:12:00.000+07:002013-12-30T19:35:06.784+07:00God's Love<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSna0t1zN6ld_mlKKj9tBwcB0olWo3GAV985gN-Jxnx0786T04K9EKRuowryuc4weDu0p9x4mR5AqFnoyoHq19BtZJrDCjlDd2ssyCC2BCIUbi6PsSyqqFkcMC59d54M-14E5iyXhkeY/s1600/banner.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSna0t1zN6ld_mlKKj9tBwcB0olWo3GAV985gN-Jxnx0786T04K9EKRuowryuc4weDu0p9x4mR5AqFnoyoHq19BtZJrDCjlDd2ssyCC2BCIUbi6PsSyqqFkcMC59d54M-14E5iyXhkeY/s320/banner.JPG" height="171" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">This
is the banner used as backdrop for the stage. I've</span><br />
been told that some Thais who attended the CITP
event<br />
heard of the Christmas story for the first time in
their lives.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 36pt;">For this week, I thought to post the video
that I helped get recorded for "Christmas in the Park" last Saturday.
"Christmas in the Park" is the school's annual community Christmas
celebration. It is held outside, on the grounds of the school, hence the name.
The Thai neighbors in the area where the school is in, had always been invited.
This year, together with the students and families of those who studied at our
school, there were about 1200 people who attended. The place was packed with people
who came as early as 5:45 p.m. even though we advertised that the gate only
opened at 6:15 p.m. Apart from using that event to share our faith to the Thai
people, it had been used to provide a venue where we could hang out as
believers, sing Christmas carols, eat baked goods and drink hot chocolate, and
fellowship with one another. There really aren't very many places in Chiang Mai
where we could do all that. There are less than 1% Christians (although the
numbers are increasing) in </span>Thailand<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Branson
Reagan and Mary Brannon perfectly played </span><br />
</span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Joseph and Mary during the program. To make it<br />interactive, they played their roles even before
the program<br />and asked guests if they knew of a place for them
to stay.</span><br />
<o:p></o:p></td></tr>
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so typically, Christmas is just another
day. There would hardly be any decorations indicative of the day, it would be a
regular working day, and no Christmas carols are sung. So, "Christmas in
the Park" or CITP had been the answer to counter the loneliness of
sometimes being the only odd ones in the neighborhood wanting to celebrate
Christmas. During the event, it actually rained twice - quite heavily. Although
a handful left, most of the people stayed and took shelter under the mats they
were sitting on, or their plastic chairs which they upturned over their heads!
When the rain abated, the mats were turned upside down so that the dry parts
were the ones sat on. Later, I found out from friends that we were all praying
that the rain would stop so that no one would get electrocuted! We all survived
without anyone getting fried and enjoyed the evening tremendously. Apparently,
the unusual heavy rain was due to a passing storm in a neighboring country.
Based on the downpour almost the whole afternoon of the next day, we were
actually blessed that it only rained twice for short periods. Thank you, Lord,
for answered prayers!<br />
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This year's theme was "Love Came
Down" so a 2+ minutes video was made of people answering the question of
how God's love impacted or changed their lives. The video was shown during the
event, specifically, after the birth of Jesus was re-enacted by actors while
singers sang what was happening. It was particularly heart-warming when
"Angels We Have Heard on High" was sung while angel actors in unison
lifted their hands in worship. That is exactly what we should all do. If you
wish to view the video, please click on this Youtube link <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WqEpxVplHI&feature=youtu.be" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 0px;" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?<wbr></wbr>v=3WqEpxVplHI&feature=youtu.be</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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God's love transformed me and filled my
life with joy. What about you? How has His love changed you?<br />
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<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-55462510203222975162013-12-10T23:58:00.001+07:002013-12-11T04:24:06.744+07:00Humility PillsBecause two weeks ago was very uniquely hard and because the volume of work at school had been overwhelmingly high, I was so grateful to get away for a day last week. It was extremely fulfilling and satisfying to do the familiar and just hang out with Papa God. In the end, I came home refreshed and ready to take on the work I left. I also began to understand a bit more about prayer and its power as I read a bit about Frank Laubach. He's one of the notable contemplative figures of his time. His life made me even more aware of who I am not and the ways I could do better with my prayer life. In the end, I experimented as he did, and prayed to see how the Lord answered my prayers. I got surprising results. His example of answered prayers was for his arm to be in the Lord's control during a tennis game, and then he won. After that, when he prayed for his opponent's arm to be in the Lord's control, the player did better. I thought it was worth a try to see how the Lord answered my prayers said in a similar vein.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eli 's varsity team had their own tournament. <br />
They placed third (like Ethan's team). Eli <br />
played extremely well to end his soccer <br />
season. The picture above was taken just<br />
after Eng went over to congratulate him.</td></tr>
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During Ethan's soccer tournament last Friday, my prayer was for the Lord to bless his legs and for the goalie to be blessed, also. When the games were done, Ethan's conclusion was that he "sucked" as a player. He missed a goal when he managed to get passed the other team's goalie. He was the only one there and it was an empty goal but instead of kicking the ball in, he kicked the ball over the goal post. Ethan is a pretty good player and that would have typically been an easy winner for him. Yet, he failed. Then, as the game ended with a tie in spite two overtime plays, they did a shootout. Each team sent players to kick the ball in the goal with the goalie there to stop it from going in. Ethan was one of those chosen. In the tension and excitement, his kick was blocked by the goalie, to his chagrin and dismay. They lost their game because of that and also because their goalie failed to stop the goals kicked his way during the shootout. On the ride home, Ethan wouldn't even let me buy him a smoothie - usually a sure way of brightening up his day! So to my initial confusion, I wondered how the Lord answered my prayer. How could that have been a blessing? Seriously? Was it? I specifically prayed for both players to be blessed and they both "messed up"? I didn't get it.<br />
<br />
In my asking God what that was about, I was reminded of the tournament before when Ethan scored the winning goal and played extremely well. At that time, their goalie was flawless, also. Another teammate won the MVP award but one parent commented that Ethan should have gotten it. He probably could have. He's only twelve years old but was already playing for the U16 school team. But, the point I'm making is that Ethan and the goalie already had their "high" moments. What could another one just like that do for their character development? Surely, they had more to gain in being humbled?<br />
<br />
I began to see that it was good for Ethan to learn how it felt to fail and not do well. I realized that he would automatically feel compassion for those who'd possibly miss their shootout kicks. Knowing what it feels like to fail, he'd know exactly how to encourage others. In this respect, wasn't it more of a blessing to lose? As for their goalie, my husband pointed out that in the past, he bordered on being "cocky" so the humbling was a good pill to take as well. The reality is, we could all use a bit of humility.<br />
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Thank you, Lord, for your wisdom in allowing us to have experiences where we are sometimes forced to take "humility pills". You know exactly what we need so we can become better people. I praise you for your wisdom, love, and compassion.<br />
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<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-86616785920509724652013-12-02T23:25:00.001+07:002013-12-11T02:44:38.958+07:00Amazing Grace<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Amazing Grace, how
sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.</span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">John Newton
(1725-1807)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It took about 4 hours to get all those decorations up!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Last Saturday, the song above was played beautifully
by a cellist and a violinist during a Talent Show. Although they were high
school students at the school, they played it so well that by the time they got
to the last chord, some people had tears in their eyes. For me, the music made me
remember the happenings of the day. In the morning, I had volunteers come to the
school to decorate it for “Christmas in the Park” (CITP). CITP is an outreach
to the Thai neighbours in our community so that they’ll know about the God we
celebrate. It’s also the event to bless all of us who celebrate Christmas. A very
small fraction of Thais know what Christmas is about so they don’t do anything
to celebrate it. CITP is a community event where the true meaning of Christmas
is looked at. The place is decked up for the season, carols are played, baked
goods are shared, hot cocoa drank, and folks come because the Christmas spirit
is there. I can still remember our first Christmas, here. The neighborhood
looked dismal and there was no sign of Christmas anywhere. When the first CITP
was held seven years ago, I was so thrilled! We attended it and sang and heard
carols publicly for the first time!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These girls had way too much fun!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This year, as part of my new job, I’m coordinating
the event so I’m learning about the amount of hard work involved in putting it
together. With it just less than two weeks away, there are still LOTS of work
to do! Decorating the building is a major part of the work. I didn’t know how
we could pull it off but we did! I credit God for it. He’s so amazingly GOOD!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">For starters, the day was overcast so we
were able to work without wilting in the sun. Then, an unusual yellow and blue colored
butterfly hovered and flitted about while we worked. It almost looked like God
was checking out the progress of our decorating efforts and giving encouraging
thumbs up to each of us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As the volunteers arrived, I assigned them
in teams and each one just took to the task at hand. I asked for a painter to
touch up the paint of the Nativity figures and one person actually volunteered
and did her work for four straight hours! She only stopped for a short break
and was immediately back to work. She even beamed in the end about how much she
enjoyed her time! It was amazing! Best of all, she did a great job! I was going
to order a replacement for two figures that were torn in half but she taped
them up, painted over the tape, and it looked really good when she got done!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we finished, the rays of sun came down. =)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eng, Eli, and Ethan, all helped, as well,
and they did fabulously. They were my only men so they did the wiring,
carrying, hammering, installing, etc. Afterwards, Eng said he enjoyed the work
he did. They attached the words “Merry Christmas” on top of the building and it
can now be seen by the whole neighborhood. The whole morning was such a
testament to the Lord’s goodness and faithfulness. =) He is so amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">By past noon, the decoration job was completed just as the very hot sun came out. More importantly, I still have energy for two more weeks of hard
work to get the event to happen. Judging from the way the Lord’s been blessing
us, it’ll be a glorious time. I am looking forward to it. =)</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The shepherd with a staff broke in half but you<br />
could hardly tell after it was painted </td></tr>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-78535949893371121612013-11-27T03:46:00.000+07:002013-12-11T02:07:22.121+07:00Franklin Graham Festival and Others<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s been a very unusual week. Butterflies hovered around me
at two different places and times and one was even while I was browsing at
Chiang Mai Plastics. I mentioned the name because true to it, the store sold
plastic ware and other dry goods. Nowhere in sight were potted flowers which were
the ones that would typically attract butterflies. I don’t know why they
appeared and from nowhere but I surely noticed them!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was also quite relieved when I managed to invite Khun Ni, a
non-believer gardener who works at school, to attend the Franklin Graham
Festival. We went with her 12-year old daughter, our two sons, and Eng. It was on
the second day of the 3 day festival and because I’d already been praying that many
would turn to Jesus last week-end, we got there and I immediately joined the
crowd in the anticipation of a great harvest by the end of the meeting. We
weren’t disappointed. Like our friends, we all enjoyed the entertainment but
nothing was more entertaining than watching the Thai people file to the front
of the stage to receive prayer. That night, over 1,300 people of 25,000+ went
forward. They were a sight to behold! For those who may not know Franklin
Graham, he is the son of Billy Graham, the well-known international evangelist. Billy is known to have preached live to over
215 million people in over 185 countries. (</span><a href="http://www.biography.com/people/billy-graham-9317669">http://www.biography.com/people/billy-graham-9317669</a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">) He is also
known for his life changing gospel messages. Having heard Franklin Graham, he
is obviously very much following after his father’s footsteps.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The banner advertised the wrong start time.<br />
It was hit by a passing truck and ripped<br />
on the exact spot where the time<br />
was displayed. Simply AMAZING!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lastly, I had been coordinating an outreach event which had
been consuming much of my waking hours in the last few weeks. We are expecting
a miniscule 1,000 people compared to the festival we just attended but it is
time consuming and requiring a LOT of volunteers. One of the details I needed
to sort out was the start time which was wrongly advertised. I quickly
corrected the mistake by painting in the new start time on the advertisement
banners hung on fences but I didn’t know how I could get to the banner which
was hung over the street in the neighbourhood we were targeting. Imagine my
surprise this morning when I received a phone call explaining that the banner had
to be taken down because it was ripped by a passing truck! They had asked me to
just get a new one made. So, I laughingly realized that God had taken the
matter out of my hands in figuring out what to do to get to the banner. He did
it for me! And I am just absolutely flabbergasted that our God of the universe
is concerned about my banner problems and sent a truck to destroy it. Praise
Him! If He could be so involved in just the advertising, I’m sure He’ll glorify
Himself on the event itself! It would be so exciting to be there to witness it!
I’ll share more about it soon as it happens.</span></div>
Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-45122553398471115362013-11-20T00:24:00.001+07:002013-12-11T02:06:33.020+07:00Ways to HelpI sometimes wonder about the relative that my father and sister visited in Palo, Leyte, in January. His name is Ryan Acebedo. He apparently lived alone and may be the only surviving descendant of my grand-aunt. I only saw my grandmother's (father's mother's) sister in a picture. Because my grandmother moved to the northern part of the Philippines, from Leyte, where she grew up, we never met her side of the family. I've never seen my grand-aunts and grand-uncles, their children (my father's cousins), and definitely missed getting to know any of my second cousins (their children). Ryan is actually a son of one of my father's nephews. Technically, he is a grand-nephew to me if there is such a title. Whoever he is in title, though, I now wonder if he's still alive. Will we even know what happened to him? He lived in Palo, Leyte which was just south of the most hardly hit Tacloban City in last week's vicious Haiyan/Yolanda typhoon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My oldest brother Joel, Ryan, and my 92-year old father.</td></tr>
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When my father, brother, and sister visited him, it was because my father remembered Ryan's relative. She apparently died a long time ago but they met Ryan again. He was in high school when my father was there last with my mother. Ryan remembered taking my parents to the MacArthur site when they came. To the right is a picture of the visit in January.<br />
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Unfortunately, no phone numbers were exchanged because Ryan didn't have any. So now, there is no way to contact him. Hopefully, my brother Joel will be able to seek him out when he travels there soon. Joel is visiting my father in Toronto until the end of this month. When he returns to the Philippines, hopefully, he'll be able to eventually make it there. The place will surely look drastically and tragically different.<br />
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Please continue to pray for those like Ryan who may have survived the typhoon but is currently picking up the pieces of their lives. How do they begin again when all is lost and loved ones are gone? Where will their hope come from? May our prayer be that they will be strengthened and sustained by our Lord. Most of all, that they will know God through their sorrowful state and turn to Him. May they have new beginnings that are filled with hope in God regardless of who or what they lost.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Above is a newspaper clip to describe the efforts of Lib<br />
as she raises funds for the Philippines. It was on their<br />
community's local paper. In the picture is Ryan, Lib<br />
and my father. It was taken during the same visit there.</td></tr>
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If you wish to assist the affected ones in the Philippines, my two sisters in Toronto have sites to donate to. I am so proud of their work to help the marginalized and poor people. OMF also has missionaries working in that part of the country. Here are the sites:<br />
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My oldest sister Nora is involved with ADHIKA, a group which connects projects in the Philippines with people in Canada. To donate through them,<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">visit </span><a href="http://www.adhika.org/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">www.adhika.org</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> and click on the Canada Helps icon and specify that you are donating to ADHIKA for the victims of Haiyan.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">My sister, Lib, usually raises funds for "Children at Risk" through collecting recycled bottles and cans in Salmon Arm. Because of the current, urgent needs, proceeds from their bottle drive will momentarily go to the Philippine Emergency Disaster Relief Fund of Action in Manila. Donations online can be done at </span><span style="color: blue;"><u>www.actioninternational.org/donate</u></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Lastly, if you wish to donate through OMF, or keep abreast of their work as they help in the Philippines, you can log on to </span><u><span style="color: blue;">www.omf.ca</span></u><span style="color: #222222;"> and click on "Urgent Need in the Philippines".</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you for your prayers and practical help. Bless you!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span>Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-34065123840099815122013-11-12T23:34:00.003+07:002013-12-11T02:06:14.448+07:00Urgent Plea for the Filipinos<div style="text-align: center;">
<strong style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Thanksgiving in all things accepts the deep mystery of God through everything.</i></strong></div>
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Ann Voskamp, "Why the Best Response to Life, the Holidays,<br />
Anything is: Yada, Yada, Yada"</div>
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Posted: November 11, 2013<br />
<a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2013/11/why-the-best-response-to-life-the-holidays-anything-is-yada-yada-yada/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HolyExperience+%28Holy+Experience%29">http://www.aholyexperience.com/2013/11/why-the-best-response-to-life-the-holidays-anything-is-yada-yada-yada/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HolyExperience+%28Holy+Experience%29</a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a shot of what's left of houses in Palo, Leyte.<br />
The town was where my sister and father visited in<br />
January this year so that he could reconnect with <br />
long lost relatives. We haven't heard from them about<br />
their condition as the communications had been down.</td></tr>
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This week started with the disturbing news of the outcome following Haiyan or Yolanda, the most-ferocious-storm-to-ever-make-it-inland to hit the southern part of the Philippines. Before the day was over, the death toll numbering in the thousands started to be reported. News continued to trickle in about lives lost and lives miraculously spared. As in almost all natural calamities, there are no answers to the "why" questions of grief stricken survivors.<br />
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I chose the quote above because I don't have the answers. Still, I choose to thank God for His goodness and faithfulness. I choose to accept that I cannot fathom Him and His ways. He is good and because I know that He is always up to something good, He will turn this situation around for the better. I don't know how He'll do it but that He can and He will.<br />
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I also wanted to post something other than this but with all that is going on in the Philippines: the needed relief, looting, stench from the bodies, seeking of shelter, chaos and destruction everywhere, I couldn't help but just use this post to appeal to you on behalf of those Filipinos in need. In the way you are able, please send help (food, clothing, finances). Most importantly, please pray earnestly for God's help and mercy. May those affected see Papa God's hands move and touch their lives. Thank you and Lord, bless you.<br />
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For pictures of the devastated areas, please click on the link below.<br />
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<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-50885485871802970062013-11-06T00:29:00.001+07:002013-11-20T00:03:01.803+07:00Sukhothai Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls in a traditional way of <br />
greeting in Thailand.</td></tr>
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As I said last week, I did chaperone my son's class to Sukhothai, a city just over four hours south of here. It proved to be a very entertaining time for me. It was tiring but full of interesting things to see. For more information on the ancient city, please read last week's post. First, before we got to Sukhothai, we visited a cave which got its name from the huge three headed elephant called "Erawan". The elephant is associated with the Hindu God "Indra" who supposedly rode it. Presently, statues of "Erawan" can easily be seen in Thailand. Even the old Kingdom of Laos had "Erawan" depicted on their flag. (Source: Wikipedia.org) Inside the cave, a huge rock formation looked very much like it had three protruding trunks with the accompanying head bulges. It was dark, cool, and creepy with bats that flew overhead but it was interesting to see the "Erawan" looking rock.<br />
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From there, we traveled to Si Satchanalai Historical Park and checked out ancient temple ruins. We had to traverse a very steep road (on our bicycles!) and climb many steps to get to the site which was on top of the hill so I was the last one up. Obviously, I was panting and out of breath by the time I got there! I actually wondered why I volunteered to accompany 7th graders on a sight seeing trip! What was I thinking? But, I managed to play my part well and took LOTS of pictures. We also enjoyed the speedy bike ride downhill! I hadn't done that in years and it SURE was FUN!!! =)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls peeking from behind the ancient pillars.</td></tr>
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From there, we drove another two hours to get to Hotel Pailyn where we were soon eating supper and later cooling down in their pool. It was a HOT day so it was fitting to end it with a dip in the refreshing water. A short devotion time was given and some active games were played before we all slept well. The welcome rest helped to have energy for more cycling around a bigger historical site in Sukhothai the next day. But although it was interesting to see structures that were still up from the 13th century. It didn't exactly excite me to be looking at ruins of old temples. I found the old trees and their roots far more fascinating. And of course, the girls and their scheming to come up with artistic poses helped to make the going around fun. There we were, looking at structures over 600 years old and they did nary a glance at what was in front of them but were more intent on making their next pose far better than the one before. They did really well!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBu6QjxNN4YzkH9j7GesTHuOGet5nnod7Np5zFaaGl_TFp6S8lr8p2xamXzLtBucjtq7ItvGapA-Vt04i69hc3RJpoU87ANVaFGjoR5oBzTnwDPygWaz5S80uUC_8g6qlvlenDOsfJ2U/s1600/On+Crevices.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBu6QjxNN4YzkH9j7GesTHuOGet5nnod7Np5zFaaGl_TFp6S8lr8p2xamXzLtBucjtq7ItvGapA-Vt04i69hc3RJpoU87ANVaFGjoR5oBzTnwDPygWaz5S80uUC_8g6qlvlenDOsfJ2U/s1600/On+Crevices.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a>At one point, we headed to 7-11 (a convenience store) and bought ourselves ice cold drinks. I made us stop to enjoy our drinks and to think about what we were grateful to Thailand for. Because we were in the ancient city where the country was founded, I wanted us to thank God for what we appreciated about Thailand. I also had us pray that a seed of love for God would be planted in that very place and that it would grow to affect the rest of the country. May it be so, that a new kind of faith, the kind that honors Jesus as Lord would begin to arise, just like the religion founded in the ancient city of Sukhothai did. I am grateful that nothing is impossible for God. =) Let it be so, Lord. Amen.Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-17101634263138455802013-10-29T00:02:00.001+07:002013-10-30T00:04:35.572+07:00With Knowledge Comes Responsibility<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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greater than he who is in the world.</span><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">This Thursday and Friday, I will be a
chaperone to my son’s class’ field trip. We’ll be going to Sukhothai. It’s an
ancient city located in Lower Northern Thailand, over 400 kilometers north of
Bangkok. It’s a popular tourist spot because it is located near the ruins of the
ancient city with the same name. The old Sukhothai was the Thai capital during
the 13<sup>th</sup> century. Back then, when Thailand was known as Siam, the
old Sukhothai was founded by King Ramkhamhaeng the Great. He was a monarch
highly respected because he created not just the Thai alphabet, but the
foundation for Thailand’s politics, religion, and monarchy (Source: Wikitravel.org).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">The province's temples and monuments have
been restored and<span class="apple-converted-space"> it has </span>numerous
sites of historical interest. One example of what can be seen there is pictured
on the right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">In light of what seventh grade students might
do, or not, I was prompted to write today’s post. Sometimes we go through all
kinds of seminars, conferences, training, courses, and various sessions without
a thought of when we would specifically use what we’ve learned. I believe this
field trip is an example of a time when one of those sessions will come in
handy. Specifically, I remember a training seminar taught by Neil Anderson, the
author of “Victory Over the Darkness”, “Bondage Breaker” plus close to thirty
other books. A few years ago, he came and spoke here in Chiang Mai and then
representatives from his organization: “Freedom in Christ Ministries” did further
training. At the time, I was fascinated that they taught on spiritual
oppression and the ways that we can open ourselves up to it. One particular
example used was of a group of short term mission workers who did prayer walks
in several Buddhist temples. When they finally returned to America, every
single person on their team was ill. It wasn’t what they ate, nor was it a
virus. When they isolated the incident when they all felt ill, it was after they
visited a temple where as they entered, they stooped down to get in a
particular low threshold. As they did that, a Buddhist monk was inside the room
sitting in a typical lotus-like pose on a higher platform. According to the
person who taught the session, that innocent act of entering was considered by
the evil spirits to be indicative of submission because they stooped, or bowed
(although not intentionally, to the monk). Later on, each person on the team
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cause of their illness, they only had to pray against the attacks of the enemy
and they were all immediately healed. It was simply a matter of how to pray. The
verse above rings very true and we can certainly put our trust in who we have
inside of us. BUT, even better is to not necessarily do something that will
provoke a spiritual attack directed towards us. May the Lord grant us wisdom to
determine how those actions can come about. And as I chaperone, may I have the
eyes to see in the spiritual to properly steer, lead, and guide those that will
be with me. Thank you, Lord, that it is a matter of asking Your help.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-8354306760471058622013-10-22T23:57:00.001+07:002013-11-20T00:06:00.173+07:00God's Mercy In Noah's Time<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>Now the earth was corrupt in God's sight and was full of violence. God saw how</i></b></div>
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Genesis 6:11-12</div>
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This past week-end, I attended my first ever camping experience. I really didn't know what to expect but it turned out to be fun. No, I wasn't a camper, but, I helped by being a counselor. It was a Christian camp so they had Biblical teachings but they also had high energy recreation activities the other times. We came home today exhausted from the late nights, early mornings, incessant screaming/cheering, and physical activities. Two mornings, I took a walk with a camper, too. It was on one of those walks when we had a long discussion about Noah and the flood in Genesis 6-9. The camper asked why God didn't just talk to those in Noah's time like He did to Paul on the road to Damascus. It was a great question because understanding why everyone in Noah's time had to die in the flood was one I asked when I was young, too. It seemed really cruel. Why did all the children and the rest of the animals have to die, too? I knew it would take more than me to convince her of the Lord's goodness in spite the outcome: the death of everyone except those on the boat.</div>
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I don't know that I answered her well but I sure prayed real hard to know what to say! I explained that Paul (in Acts 9:1-19) was a man zealous for God and he actually believed he was doing right in persecuting the Christians. He was obviously deceived! He didn't know any better so the Lord revealed to him what he needed to realize so that he could fulfill his calling: to proclaim the Lord's name to the Gentiles. Meanwhile, the people in Noah's time were not even aware that there was a God. And if they did, they certainly didn't listen to Him, take Him seriously, nor believe in Him. "...every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil ALL the time" (Genesis 6:5b, I added the all caps). "God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways." (Genesis 6:13) The earth was FULL of violence (Genesis 6:12). In today's standard, it could mean the people beat one another, stabbed, shot, or hurt one another, none exempted. It was no wonder that the Lord's heart was deeply troubled (Genesis 6:7). It made sense that He wanted to eliminate them. Only Noah found favor in His eyes (Genesis 6:8).</div>
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As to why all (including children) had to be eliminated, the Lord reminded me of the time when Eric had cancer. His treatments killed all the cancer cells and even some of the good cells. No chance was left for any cancer cell (new or old) to continue living because their existence meant they would grow and multiply again. <b>All </b>the harmful cells had to be killed in Eric's body in the same way that evil had to be eradicated during Noah's time. Because God was holy, evil could not continue to persist. </div>
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And as God proceeded to get rid of evil, He still wanted the people to turn to Him. He gave them time, all the time (years!) it took Noah to build the ark. The immensity of the ark called attention to it, too. Surely the people talked to Noah, or his sons, about what they were building and why. Noah would have told them the reasons. Unfortunately, no one took Noah (nor God) seriously. The procession of animals (in pairs!) must have been quite an extraordinary sight! God could have just created the animals again but He chose instead to have them do a parade to the ark so that the people would notice and want to be like them, follow Noah into the ark. Instead, those who perished chose to ignore what they saw and what happened around them, at least, until it was too late.</div>
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God <b><i>is</i></b> a merciful and loving God. Like Noah's Ark, some Biblical stories may require more figuring out than others, but, look for His mercy. It'll always be there.</div>
Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-72816512944479578782013-10-14T22:43:00.001+07:002013-10-15T03:03:12.695+07:00Seeing God in New Ways<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><b>My continual Presence with you is an absolute promise. Seek Me in good times;</b></i></div>
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<i><b>seek Me in hard times. You will find Me watching over you all the time.</b></i></div>
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From "Jesus Calling" by Sarah Young</div>
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After ten weeks in my new job, I now understand and see that there will always be something to do to keep me occupied. Busy has become a norm for me. There is more than enough to do at work and then some days are followed by soccer games of both Eli and Ethan who are in their school's soccer teams.<br />
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In the book of Job (Chapter 1), Job was described as a man who was blameless and upright. He feared God and shunned evil. It was his custom to sacrifice a burnt offering for each of his children after a period of their feasting so that they would be purified in case they sinned. Job obviously pleased God because on one of His conversations with Satan, He was the one who proudly brought Job to Satan's attention. God was confident that Job would not do any wrongdoing even with Satan's attack on his life. Job lost everything he owned including his children. The only ones left were his wife and the two servants who told him everything that happened. Yet despite his misery and deplorable state, Job refused to curse God. He was afflicted with painful sores from head to toe but he remained sinless in what he said.</div>
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Later in the book, Job defended his integrity and maintained that he didn't do wrong and didn't deserve his plight. God asked him various questions which made him realize that he was in no place to ask the Lord of the universe what He allowed to happen. Job admitted that he spoke of things he didn't understand (Job 42:3). Then, he said in Job 42:5: </div>
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And I am realizing that God is coaxing me to see Him in new ways; just like Job, to relate with Him in unfamiliar means. In my "busy" life, how do I see Him? How does He work in my life? He is everywhere but I realize that when I'm busy, I default to some kind of auto-Martha mode and I just keep going until the day is over. Then, I sigh at the end of the day before I go to bed because I would realize that there had been that disconnection between us. How do I always remain connected to Him? How do I see him? It's still a learning process.</div>
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But, some answers came. I was watching the choir performance of the high school students when I thought to ask the Lord, "<i>Where are you in this? How do I see you?</i>" Then, the words to the song they were singing, "I Will" by John Lennon and Paul McCartney started to fill the air. "Love you forever and forever, love you with all my heart." And I instantly knew my Lord was singing it to me! =) I could have easily missed that! I'm so glad I asked! Last Saturday, we celebrated Thanksgiving with friends. After supper, we hung around and chatted. Again, I remembered to ask the same questions. Suddenly, the lady next to me turned and said with tears in her eyes, "This is what family is meant to be." And I saw the Lord's goodness in the gift of "family" in the absence of real family. </div>
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The Lord is so good, loving, and relational. Ask Him where He is and how to see Him because He'll show you and answer you. Enjoy His revelations. =) </div>
Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-8972262464930620822013-10-08T00:07:00.002+07:002013-10-15T00:13:04.392+07:00Blessings in the Giving<div align="center">
<em><strong>The Lord Jesus Himself said: "It is more blessed to give than to receive."</strong></em></div>
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Acts 20:35</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pu Pah is 59 years old. She's had HIV for 19 years<br />but AIDS complications in the last few.</td></tr>
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I continue to learn about myself as I visit the women dying of AIDs at Agape Home. I must admit that at first, I only felt sorry for them. When I first met Pu Pah, she was sitting on her bed bent over a pillow. She was grimacing in pain because her back ached. She didn't seem to know what to do with herself. I felt so badly for her. It looked like she wanted to lie down but I knew she was sitting up to make the pain bearable. I could tell that sitting up was an effort for her. How horrible it must be to sit and wait for relief from the pain when the pain just wouldn't go away. I could only pray for her and ask God to heal her, or end her suffering by bringing her home.<br />
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The next time I saw her, she was on her wheelchair and slowly shuffling her feet to move forward. She was very gaunt and thin so her arms were very weak.That day, we chatted a bit more and talked about her inability to eat more than two pieces of my favorite fruit (lanzones or longkong) before wanting to throw up. It was no wonder that she was skin and bones! I wonder how long she will suffer. I talked to her about God's love because I knew God loved her. I talked to her about not losing hope because I knew the Lord could heal her (bring her home or physically heal her). Yet, she wonders when she'll go to heaven, when her suffering will end and I don't really have an answer for her. I know I keep going back to see her because I believe in what I tell her. I know the Lord is the answer to her finding joy in her pain. Next time I see her, that is what I intend to pray for her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have a LOT to thank Pu Pah. Please pray for her.</td></tr>
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In the meantime, instead of feeling like I was giving my time to her, she started to affect me. The day after I saw her, I started to tear up because I could taste food, I could go places, I could sit up without pain, eat until my stomach bulged, converse or read with interest, have the strength to do, and feel joy in my heart. What I used to take for granted, I now felt honestly and tremendously grateful for. I'm so thankful that I met Pu Pah. God had used her and opened my eyes to His goodness. I know she continues to suffer but I also know the Lord is able to be what she needs: a comfort to her soul, peace to her heart, and inevitably, joy in her pain. I don't know how the Lord will do it but I know He will. What a wonderful revelation. In my giving to them of my time, I am blessed even more. <em><u>It is</u> more blessed to give, than to receive!</em><br />
<br />Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-28325653023767500932013-10-01T06:28:00.002+07:002013-10-14T22:39:35.202+07:00Grace Remains<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it,</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>for He founded it on the seas</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #403152; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #403152; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent4; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 128;">By the middle of last week, two school-wide prayer meetings were
organized so that there could be collective prayer times for Grace
International School (GIS). It was unprecedented and well attended. Rising to
the call for prayers and making our needs known so that concerned individuals
can give, or join us in praying, people didn’t disappoint and neither did God. By the first prayer meeting, an announcement
was made that the stay of execution was granted so the eviction of GIS (which
could have happened because it was the verdict when the school lost its court
case) did not have to be done. We praise God for this! It could be six months
to a year before the Supreme Court informs GIS as to whether they are going to accept its appeal or not. The school is still uncertain of its future but at least it is assured of continued operation in its present premises until at least the end of this school year. We are grateful for God's answer to prayer with the extension received. By the second prayer meeting, there were praises all around for our God who made it happen. Nothing is impossible for Him and we thank Him also that in the meantime, the extended time the school can remain in its present location means more fundraising can happen so that there can be sufficient funds raised to begin building the new school. The Lord is in absolute control and is obviously having His way. May He continue to glorify and magnify His Name because the earth belongs to Him and so GIS is His! Thank you, Lord! GIS, which most of us call Grace, remains, because Your grace remains. Amen!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-20257000366462908062013-09-23T23:38:00.001+07:002013-09-24T07:20:34.164+07:00Critical Time of Need<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: center;">
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secondary school is imminent. It may occur this November as a result of a
court's ruling. Unless God, through the court intervenes, the school will
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</span>Yeongshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08772490060117487153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2857650821849411619.post-39904895324197003502013-09-17T00:13:00.001+07:002013-10-08T00:22:09.870+07:00In the Midst of Hardships<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>I believe the Holy Spirit is here today strengthening us to hear God's truth that we are greatly LOVED by God. Also, that we may be in the midst of hardships on every side, but His grace is here to strengthen us to stand in the days ahead.</i></b></div>
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Last Friday, I visited Agape Home with several students from the school I worked at. Our students were there for their scheduled visit with their buddies. They were paired up with the children from the home and for over an hour, time was spent with them playing, braiding hair, talking about life, praying, or simply hanging out. I was impressed with how huge the place was! What was even more impressive to witness was the enthusiasm that each student showed while spending time with their buddy. Each child there had either HIV or AIDS. Yet, they were loved and valued just for who they were in spite their illness. For more information on the ministry and how it got started in 1996, please log onto <a href="http://www.nikkisplace.org/">http://www.nikkisplace.org/</a> for the complete story. The place was founded by Avis Rideout who while volunteering at an orphanage dared to ask if she could bring home an abandoned baby with HIV. She wanted the baby loved and cared for. From there birthed the idea of raising other babies with HIV/AIDS and that grew into what Agape Home is today. Apparently, since the children there are given medicine, they are able to have the energy to play, study, and function as a typical child.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This boy was nursed back to<br />
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While the playing continued with the children, I asked to tour the place. I saw the younger babies, the toddlers, and two women who were dying of AIDS. One was suffering from excruciating pain from her back that she couldn't even sit up. She was bent over in agony. Another was blind and Avis told me that she was ready to go to heaven but didn't want to die. My heart broke when I saw their pain and emaciated bodies. They were cared for and loved but their disease was taking its toll and winning. I groped for something to comfort them with, even with words, but I came up short. I ended up praying for them that the Lord would minister His grace and healing.</div>
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Later that night, I went to the airport to see my son's friend off. They lived in Chiang Mai for 13 years, but had to leave for good. She was a senior and studied at our school since Kindergarten but with their family situation changed, she wouldn't finish and graduate here. In spite that, she praised God for her friends in Chiang Mai, the life she lived here and this place always being home to her. My son was naturally grieved with the news of her leaving. They had been friends since 3rd grade. In her last few days, they spent as much time as they could together but the pain of parting was hard nonetheless. It will take another lifetime for me to forget the scene when I watched my son looked through the glass, as she walked to her gate. </div>
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Sometimes, we go through life and we just can't find easy answers. We just have to store our questions in our head. We can ask God for understanding when we get to heaven. Still, the reality is that Papa God loves us deeply in spite what we go through and because of what we go through. His ways are higher than our ways and so are His thoughts but His great love for us is steady and constant. And this explains why there is a deep yearning in me to tell my son constantly that I love him these days. It's also why I also want to go back to Agape Home to tell those ladies that I love them. It's Papa God in me who is doing it. He loves them and as I pray to be His mouthpiece, He wants to do just that. I love them! It's His love for them that I feel in me thereby enabling me to feel love for them also. What a fascinating process! I first saw it in Nick Vujicic because he kept saying to the crowd of 10,000 people a few weeks ago that he loved them. When I got close to take his picture, I saw his eyes and I immediately realized that he meant every word! And now I know! Papa God's love was pouring out from him, that's why he could love! I get it! So in the book of Daniel, this is why verses 9:23, 10:11, and 10:19 all say a similar message, he was greatly loved. May we always remember it. We are greatly loved! No matter what we go through and how we go through it; painfully, oddly, confusingly, whatever-ly. Papa God GREATLY LOVES US! AMEN!</div>
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