It is Good to Remember… 

Throwback picture. Taken at 20 weeks.

Remembering God’s grace as I look back on the past few months. We (Nick, baby and I) have survived running out of fuel in the middle of nowhere in Kalimantan, a burst tyre on the highway, unexpected events that led to many changes in plans, many check ups at the clinic and hospital, hospitalisation, my friend and I getting chased down and followed by an un-gentleman driving a luxury car during my trip back to penang and the latest, running away from a fire at the eatery we were dining at in Kuching. 😂

God has never promised a trouble free life. But His grace is always sufficient for His children. 

Immensely grateful for the support and kindness of the different people He has put along our way to bring us shelter, aid and comfort. Thank you guys from the bottom of our heart. ❤

Blessed Birthday, Darling

I thank the Lord for you each day.

I thank Him for His grace upon you that has seen you through each year of your life, all these years.

He has held you, loved you, watched over you with His loving eye, and disciplined you as how a true loving Father does for the child He loves.

I am so thankful to be a witness of God’s work in your life and how He is using you to be a blessing to the nations. May many come to experience Christ through you.

As your blessed and beloved wife, I have come to know and learn about unconditional love in a far deeper way. Thank you for loving me when the days are long and tough, for being there even when you do not have all the answers, and for being a constant to me amidst the ups and downs we go through together.

Thank you for your steadying hand that finds me each time we pray, walk or wait.

Thank you for your eyes that speak so much compassion for others. Thank you for teaching me to see things that others usually don’t.

Thank you for being strong, and yet vulnerable enough to reveal your weakness. Thank you for trusting me as your companion and allowing this strange creature called ‘woman’ to turn your life upside down and inside out. 🙂

Thank you for being willing to go through this beautiful messy thing called love, so that through you, I would be able to understand more about God’s love.

I’m so honored to be your wifey.

I hope you have a blessed day, and even more blessed year, because you truly deserve the best.

Love you always,



Happy Birthday, Daddy!

I’m glad you’re spending your birthday in beautiful Scotland with your even beautifuller wife 😀

Thank you for being my father and for always desiring the best for me. I recall you barging into the doctor’s office with comical aplomb when one of the junior doctors broke the news to us about my illness. I found it so humorous even at that time, when most patients would be grim and worried.

Thank you for constantly saying that you enjoy my piano playing, and for paying attention to my music whether you’re busy watching the news on TV, catching up on Malaysian politics and international and unbiased news on the Internet or even more importantly, very important business in the bathroom (okay, I got a little too far… Whoops).

It is difficult to put into words what I’m grateful for, for a father does many things that we can and usually do take for granted. Unlike a mother, a father is usually more detached from his offspring due to time constraints and work responsibilities, and more clueless when it comes to their children’s emotional and social needs. But a father bears many difficulties in the outside world as he shoulders the responsibility of providing for his family. A responsible father is willing to bear the burden of seeing his children grow up well and ensures that their basic needs are provided for.

Thank you for being that father to me, and so much more.

I love you.

Happy birthday. 



He Satisfies Us with Good Things

After being here in Indonesia for nearly two months now, I am beginning to crave for odd things like jam & crackers, cake and French fries (not so odd – my all-time favourite snack!)

Guess where and when I got my cravings fixed! 

In two unassuming, remote, out-of-the-way villages called Abah and Beringin

Nick, Hengki (our missions team member and dear brother in Christ) and I were serving there last week, reconnecting with families, building bridges with new friends, giving basic medical care & treatment as well as ministering to the many village children who were so eager to learn, play and hang around us. 

I was never one who needed cake or looked for cake when I was back home in Penang. Rarely do we crave for food we have so easily accessible, don’t you think? Plus. I was a butter snob. Back home I would wrinkle my nose at the taste of a cake made with margarine (toxic! Poison! Trans fats! Hydrogenated oils!) and always swore by good quality butter in my cooking & baking. 

Well, our host happened to be baking on one of the days we were in Abah, and I had the most delicious margarine cake ever! And in my heart, thanking God for loving me so much to even humour such a small desire. 

When we visited Kampung Beringin for the first time, we eventually ended up in a home where the host had an abundance of tapiocas. Within an hour, there were 3 plates of piping hot tapioca fries laid in front of us. I knew it was not a coincidence. This was Papa, telling me, “I love you, my precious daughter.” 

He truly satisfies our mouths with good things, so that our youth is renewed like the eagles. (Psalm 103:5)

This verse became such a reality to me this trip. 

How many times have we been blessed over & beyond, more than our needs but the extras. The extras that say, “I love you. I delight in you. You are the apple of my eye.” 

May our eyes never grow dim to the many blessings He bestows on us each day. May we never receive our everyday providences with a sense of entitlement, God forbid that we become ungrateful or covetous. 

Yummy tapioca fries!

Most Blessed 

I count myself a most blessed wife indeed. 

Hubs made mystery dinner for our 2nd wedding “month-sary”. After allowing me to prepare the salad & mocktail in the kitchen, he shooed me off to the room, forbade me from coming into the kitchen and got to work with his imagination, a few ingredients & lots of love. 

Imagine stepping out of the room to a candle-lit table, with pizza fresh from the oven! (poor husband had to deal with working in a dark house as we had to keep all other electrical appliances off to keep our mini oven going without the electricity tripping!) 

On sliced bread he used our leftover frozen bolognese sauce and topped it with sliced cheese (from Malaysia), and another variety included garlic butter with shredded smoked pork (a gift from the village he ministered to over Easter weekend). 

It was delicious; my stomach was filled and my heart full. 

Babe, you are the man beyond what I could have ever dreamed of. I thank God everyday for you. 

I love you! 

Mama Writes

God has used my mother to touch many hearts and lives through the gift of her insight, wisdom & even wit in her writings. 

This letter is the first mail I received in Indonesia, timed by God so precisely that it got into my hands exactly on my 4th week here. It was His gift to me, mama was His instrument & His messenger. 

“God has many He wants to embrace and love through us, so amidst our own pain and sadness we have to wipe away our tears and give out of our own broken-heartedness. I’ve realized that running on empty sometimes is the best way to go. Empty of ourselves and filled of Him, we may surprise ourselves at the outcome of our abundance from which we give out of.”