It is Good to Remember…Ā 

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. šŸ˜‚

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. ā¤

ā€‹To say that ‘Jesus is the reason we celebrate’ goes further than ‘Hooray, we wine, dine & celebrate because it’s Jesus’s birthday!’ to 
He is the reason we want many more to come to that joy of knowing and loving Him. 
To truly celebrate {and treasure} Jesus requires more than a metaphorical birthday cake and the blowing of candles.
It is remembering the reason to why He came and aspiring to do as He did.

ChristmasĀ 

Christmas – Jesus is the reason we celebrate. So what’s next? 

We have parties, we celebrate. 

We post photos of clinking wine glasses, glittery tinsel and bountiful spreads of food surrounded by friend and kin. 

But why did Jesus come? 

So we could have another reason to party, shop for new clothes and have a good time? 

I hope we all (including me) truly learn to embrace the true spirit of Christmas by emulating the Man who is the reason for Christmas. 

Here’s a reflective poem my dear husband wrote many years ago on Christmas day. 

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Like the sand, they spread across the beach

Twasā€™ the night before Christmas, the crowds gathered for

Some choose to spend it with friends

Some with loved ones

All are looking for something to do on Christmas day
Amidst the joyous echoes of Christmas carols

Empty heart are crying out

Eager eyes, look toward the sky,

Looking for hope,

Looking for something to do on Christmas Day
Many do not know, the man that was born this day

Many do not know, the sacrifice he made

Many do not know, the story of love, the story of the cross

Many are just searching for something to do on Christmas
As the clock ticked pass midnight, the crowd began to cheer

Joyous celebration of a day they did not know

Would they still shout, would they still sing

If they knew what they were celebrating for

Or are they just here because they have nothing better to do on Christmas Day
Many do not know, the man that was born this day

Many do not know, the sacrifice he made

Many do not know, the story of love, the story of the cross

Many are just searching for something to do on Christmas
Who will tell them about the Christ in Christmas?

For there is no Christmas, without Christ

And the many can stop searching for something to do on Christmas

Because it would just be another day without Christ

His Approval

Feelings of inadequacy & ‘unusefulness’ have been my common enemy here on the mission field. I am not physically strong, do not appreciate being under the hot sun & am simply not the go-girl kind who lives on adventure and change. I value family life and it’s strong traditions and thrive on constancy. With all those pulled away from under my feet, I often feel out of place, trying to find a constant and steadying place to find my balance. 

Recently, I was surprised with some very precious gifts from our dear Dayak friends and team members on my birthday. I did not expect anything, as usually, the person with the birthday is in fact, expected to throw the celebration if he so wished & come out with all the provisions needed for it.

So when Hengki and susi came bearing sweet home-made gifts and letters, I was touched deeply. The letters were simple and heartfelt and reflected humility and gratitude that blessed me . I am grateful for their love & acceptance of who I am, especially when I know that my flaws would be more evident to them as we work closely together as a team. I felt the love and respect they had for us expressed through  every word. God certainly used those letters to encourage and speak to my heart. 


Recently the Lord has been teaching me to yield my need for approval and recognition and to instead be seeking to please Him above all else. Why has it taken me so long to learn? It’s a wonderful thing to want to be the kind of wife and friend that seeks to make others happy and feel good about themselves but it also has the ugly and dangerous tendency of becoming an idol when I become more concerned about their opinions and feelings about me more than anything else. 

Teach me to be a woman of God who is strong and courageous . Let me be a woman who fears God and stands sure in confidence knowing that she has found favour in His sight. 

This is the woman I want to be. 

She Stands AloneĀ 

She stands alone, both tall and true.

The perfect picture of solitude.

The soul of a woman encased in bark.

With limbs that move in a majestic arc.

Alone she’s faced the storm of life.

The wind and rain, disease and strike.

Others gave up but no, not she.

And there she stands for all to see.

She’s had her share of troubles and woes.

But she made it through and still she grows.

Like her I too know grief and pain.

I’ve faced the wind, I’ve felt the rain.

And like her too, I still stand tall.

It may throw punches, I may take a blow.

But in the end I too shall grow.

Each storm I weather increases my strength.

And beneath this skin, my soul’s to thank.

The elm and I, we know what to do.

We count on ourselves, and make it through.

-Kelly Cook