If You Want The Rainbow, You Must First Put Up With The Rain

Last Friday, Randy made us reflect retrospectively on our lives. That was not a problem. The problem was he wanted us to go back THREE YEARS and pen down God's footprints on paper. Yours truly could only go back two years and this was not because God was not good...but I just could not remember the specifics any further back. Seriously! But that was not bad. I had DG members who penned down what happened in the last three MONTHS...same case...failing memories.

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But I digress. The point of this blog is not about excellent memories (or the lack of). I remembered so many painful memories. Memories I wished I could blot out forever. But as I thought more about it...maybe not. With those painful memories came happy ones...grateful ones...building of character...testing of faith. With the pain came glorious healing and endless showers of love, assurance and peace. If God allowed all of it to happen...then I will cherish those memories and hope that I am a better person for it.

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Now back to failing memories. Ha ha. Maybe someone should boil 'fu chuk yee mai' (plus extra EXTRA gingko) every Friday. Hey, it's my turn for warmth next week right? I know what I am gonna con* someone to cook for me: tom yam fu chuk yee mai!

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*Unfortunately have to con because me and the kitchen...hhhmmm...you know how the story goes.

It's Still Blur...But This Is What I Think It Is

In the 9 years that I have spent in this institution, I have learned some lessons...the sort that only life and living it can teach. I can attest that most of these 'lessons' are bitter in nature...painful...some so much so that it becomes hilariously ridiculous (in retrospect!).

The past three weeks have been a lesson of sorts as well. While being away on a much needed break, I got news that I have been promoted to a higher position in the hospital. I must confess that the news came as quite a shock. I was at a friend's place bunking over and my phone starts to go crazy (with the baby laughter) in the middle of the night. That's when I got the news.

Well, I thank God for the impossible. I thank God for showing me that indeed...vengeance is not mine and that He rewards those who do not repay evil with evil. I must say that it was hard having to keep turning the other cheek...but I am glad I did.

And no, I am neither happy nor glad that the other person did not get the promotion. I am sure that she must be devastated and I feel for her...even though I reckon my sympathy is lost on her. But let's put it this way. At news of my promotion and the controversy surrounding it, someone asked whether I thought the promotion was fair. Without hesitation I said yes. Then he said, "Forget about everything else." I could have kissed him for that statement. Made me feel...at peace...with the whole thing instantly. The sun shone and all was well again.