Miriam's here and after the weekend, I am totally wasted. Haven't been able to be alert, and body seems like it is shutting itself down. Miriam's here to wait for her visa to go back to staff in Perth, and has been here close to a week. She looks like she's enjoying her stay here.
We went to Petaling Street on Saturday for the Street Feeding programme. It was my first time ever and was also a new experience for Miss Lauvskar. We went around Central Market before the programme started, and walked pass the famous 'Chinatown' just for her to get a feel. Haha..
So food that she has tried so far with me:
1. Dim sum (DJ Hong Kee Tim Sum)
2. Best wan tan noodles in Petaling Street (30 years of history)
3. Roti telur (Devi's at TTDI)
4. My cooking (lol)
5. Starbucks for her coffee fix
6. Fried mee hoon and fried kuey tiau from Dream Cafe
Tonight's menu looks like Hokkien Mee from Uptown. She's getting the best food around, and the best chauffer and the best accommodation. I'm moving home tonight, am unwilling to travel to work in a jam every morning. Thank God for clear traffic near UM this morning.
You got it. Nothing inspirational to blog about yet, only because the brain is quite dead now. God, revive me!!!
Yes, street feeding was great, I want to go back there again. Opens my eyes to some people's needs. It was quite exciting on Saturday to see people fighting for food. I mean, I have never seen that before and it makes me think about my own life, how comfortable it is and how blessed I am that I am putting on weight. I have food to eat everyday, but some people don't even have a place to call home. What more can I ask? I have plenty.
Of course, some of them are homeless and jobless as a result of the decisions they make for their lives, but surely not all of them who were there are like that. God has compassion on these people in need, so do we.
The image of this man whom I met has been plastered in my mind. He was more than 6' tall, and plump. His appearance was unkempt and shoddy. He just stood around us for a long long time. Wherever we were going to, he followed us. He was holding a few plastic bags of things - not sure what were inside.
What struck me hard is the fact that he humbled himself to ask for help. He waited around for us, waited for us to finish our conversation with one another before he asked for anything. He was dirty, and wore a pair of holey long pants. I honestly didn't know what to do and how to respond. I looked helplessly while observing how the volunteers at Street Fellowship handled that situation.
I learnt from that man that we must be determined to ask for help, and having a humble heart is key to that. He had no where to go to, and he knew he had to depend on others to help him, provide him with water and toiletries to shower and clean clothes to wear. I cannot imagine myself in his place. Questions came to mind. How do I keep humility in my heart checked all the time? Am I dependent on God the way that man was dependent on us for help? Do I keep on knocking, or do I give up easily and dive into depression? Do I know and understand the magnitude of God's grace and love in our lives? The fact that He gives me dignity and attaches value and worth on me, do I recognise that? How do I treat others?
Lots of questions. Lifelong answers.
gracey
We went to Petaling Street on Saturday for the Street Feeding programme. It was my first time ever and was also a new experience for Miss Lauvskar. We went around Central Market before the programme started, and walked pass the famous 'Chinatown' just for her to get a feel. Haha..
So food that she has tried so far with me:
1. Dim sum (DJ Hong Kee Tim Sum)
2. Best wan tan noodles in Petaling Street (30 years of history)
3. Roti telur (Devi's at TTDI)
4. My cooking (lol)
5. Starbucks for her coffee fix
6. Fried mee hoon and fried kuey tiau from Dream Cafe
Tonight's menu looks like Hokkien Mee from Uptown. She's getting the best food around, and the best chauffer and the best accommodation. I'm moving home tonight, am unwilling to travel to work in a jam every morning. Thank God for clear traffic near UM this morning.
You got it. Nothing inspirational to blog about yet, only because the brain is quite dead now. God, revive me!!!
Yes, street feeding was great, I want to go back there again. Opens my eyes to some people's needs. It was quite exciting on Saturday to see people fighting for food. I mean, I have never seen that before and it makes me think about my own life, how comfortable it is and how blessed I am that I am putting on weight. I have food to eat everyday, but some people don't even have a place to call home. What more can I ask? I have plenty.
Of course, some of them are homeless and jobless as a result of the decisions they make for their lives, but surely not all of them who were there are like that. God has compassion on these people in need, so do we.
The image of this man whom I met has been plastered in my mind. He was more than 6' tall, and plump. His appearance was unkempt and shoddy. He just stood around us for a long long time. Wherever we were going to, he followed us. He was holding a few plastic bags of things - not sure what were inside.
What struck me hard is the fact that he humbled himself to ask for help. He waited around for us, waited for us to finish our conversation with one another before he asked for anything. He was dirty, and wore a pair of holey long pants. I honestly didn't know what to do and how to respond. I looked helplessly while observing how the volunteers at Street Fellowship handled that situation.
I learnt from that man that we must be determined to ask for help, and having a humble heart is key to that. He had no where to go to, and he knew he had to depend on others to help him, provide him with water and toiletries to shower and clean clothes to wear. I cannot imagine myself in his place. Questions came to mind. How do I keep humility in my heart checked all the time? Am I dependent on God the way that man was dependent on us for help? Do I keep on knocking, or do I give up easily and dive into depression? Do I know and understand the magnitude of God's grace and love in our lives? The fact that He gives me dignity and attaches value and worth on me, do I recognise that? How do I treat others?
Lots of questions. Lifelong answers.
gracey
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