treehouse

I take short drives when I'm not feeling happy. I roam around my old neighbourhood and to my childhood home. My mum planted the Rose Apple tree in 1995, marking its 22nd year today. We didn't take care of it, and it was hardly watered. Despite the neglect, it grew tall and strong and was fruitful every summer. During windy weather, hundreds of Rose Apples fell onto the ground and covered our yard like a pretty pink duvet. I never ate the apples, but my neighbour did, and he told me they were bland.

Recently, I asked the resident if I could transplant it to my backyard. He told me he was only renting and that I had to seek the owner's permission. I've dreamed of building a treehouse someday, and this tree might be a good foundation for it. It would be nice to grow a piece of history in my garden.

brighter than sunshine

Didn't I say that he was my future husband?

best friends

Man's best friend and girl's best friend 

the prodigal

The Prodigal by Sovereign Grace Music

I love it! Such a powerful and moving song, reflecting God's mercy and grace. Also, the tune is nice and her voice is beautiful.

you held out your arms, I see them still... you never left, you never will...

So much assurance :)

Something I've learnt that people can never offer.

Sometimes I forget this... it's good to be reminded that we should always rely on Jesus and not on humans because only He can fulfil our desires.

You held out Your arms, I walked away
Insolent, I spurned Your face
Squandering the gifts You gave to me
Holding close forbidden things
Destitute, a rebel still, a fool in all my pride
The world I once enjoyed is death to me
No joy, no hope, no life

Where now are the friends that I had bought
Gone with every penny lost
What hope could there be for such as I
Sold out to a world of lies
Oh, to see Your face again, it seems so distant now
Could it be that You would take me back
A servant in Your house

You held out Your arms, I see them still
You never left, You never will
Running to embrace me, now I know
Your cords of love will always hold
Mercy’s robe, a ring of grace
Such favor undeserved
You sing over me and celebrate
The rebel now Your child