Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Will you be willing to live for the Kingdom of God? Where all your decisions is based on the Kingdom of God and for the rest of your life, you simply do the things of God.

Even when a greater and better offer comes to you, would you reject it and stay focused on the call that God has given to you?

Many are called, but few are chosen.

Is it because they are unwilling to serve? Could it be because they didn't want to pay the price?

Why is it that only a few are chosen?

Serving God demands sacrifices.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

It's been a million years since I last ran. Since I had the morning free, I decided to go for a run, to burn some fats.

Made up my mind to run towards Bukit Timah Hill. The last time I did that, I was young and fit.

The run towards Bukit Timah Hill nearly killed me. But I managed to reach my goal.

Forgetting how tiring the walk up the hill would be, I gamely took it on. Barely up the steep slopes, I wanted to turn around. BUT, I didn't. Too many families around, even grandparents, seemingly finding it easy to walk up the hill.

Finally reached the peak of Bukit Timah Hill rest for 5 minutes before I started my descent. Decided to walk through the Dairy Farm Trail, since it's new and I have not walked through it before.

The peace and tranquility is ever-present. But I was too focused on my own pain, tiredness, that I didn't experience it until further.

As I was walking along the trail, suddenly I felt this prompting to not focus on my own tiredness, but focus on what's on the outside. I started to listen to the crickets, the birds and the silence.

I found myself getting stronger, feeling less ache and breathing normally.

Felt God telling me that many times we run after a vision so hard that we lose track of Him. We become so focused on ourselves, developing and giving our all that we forgot to tune back to Him.

Right from the beginning of the trail, there was a sign.

It didn't say the distance, or how long it would take.

I started off strong, covering great distances, thinking that it would be a short distance. But after walking through the terrain, I got tired and I wanted to give up. Not sure when would I reach my destination, I could have turned around; back to where I was familiar and take another route.

But as I continued walking, I learn to depend on God for strength and direction. A trail is there; someone has walked this road. I am simply walking on the route that giants before me have walked. If He wants to change my direction, a sign comes up and guides me towards the new direction. If not, I carry on walking on the trail.

Every step I took, my legs were trembling. It was tiring. There were steps, rocks and slopes ahead of me. The journey is hard, it's difficult. I went through obstacles and they were the only way to the end. I had to overcome them, else I wouldn't reach my destination.

But these obstacles make me stronger, even though I may feel tired now.

It felt as though Heaven wasn't open. I kept wondering when would I reach the end. I didn't even know where I am, which part of Bukit Timah Hill I'm in. But I keep moving forward.

But all these while, Heaven IS open. Else the journey would be dark and I'll be blinded by the darkness in the forest. Did I realize? Nope.

Met people along the way. Some maybe slower than you, some are walking towards you. Everyone of us are in our own race with God. He gives everyone a different vision, purpose and destiny. It would have been easy for me to walk with someone else; change my direction. But He has called me to this route, this destiny.

After the wilderness experience, the roads are paved. It's easier to walk. You're stronger; the sky is brighter and you know where you are. You are walking in your destiny.

But is that all? No!

I continue walking, till I reach my destination; my home.


Friday, February 19, 2010

Couldn't resist creating a tumblr page after viewing several friend's tumblrs.

Neat stuff.

Check it out!

www.joelkuek.tumblr.com
A flurry of emails this morning.

Unconditional Offers to both Environmental Science and Environmental Studies.

Decisions, decisions and more decisions.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I like this new blog skin!

Clean, simple and nice.

LOVE IT!

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

For the longest time possible, I've neglected this blog. Uploading songs that I feel for and more, I think that was the best possible way of expressing myself.

Things have finally changed for the better.

Read through several old mails and I'm glad to say that it doesn't bring as much hurt as before. But more of a lesson learned. Nobody's at fault here, we are all journeying in this part of life and it's all a learning process.

Am glad that my relationship with my family is getting better. Dad's really an inspiration and a great source of comfort. Driving me to school every morning and literally talking about general things keeps me reminded that my parents really love me.

Several doors opened onto me and I'm excited about it. Yet I approach it cautiously; what is His best plan for me?

Feels like a long time, but it's only 1 month plus. Feel maturer, a little more understanding and graceful.

Truly, all things work for His purpose and glory; every rejection comes a new appointment (:

Friday, January 22, 2010

In the midsts of everything, I shall sing a song of praise
My life, placed on the altar
I shall take a step, against all odds
Beated, battered and bruised
But unconquered I will be

ONCE: Falling Slowly

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.