reflections

Today, during missions training, we were taught how to write a testimony, and then we were told to write a testimony.
Honestly speaking, i haven't led much of an exciting life. I grew up in a christian home, surrounded by christian virtues, christian books and christian songs. I've never felt purpose-less in my life, because i've wanted to be a doctor since the age of 5. You'd think that i'd not have anything to say about what God has done for me. Yet when i look back on my life, i see so many instances where God has truly uplifted me, saved me, touched me. My life is littered with incidents of God's grace, and his constant attempts to reach out to me.
I don't feel particularly inspired to write my testimony here, but i will dwell on the two most sacred memories i have.
The first happened in Israel. It wasn't all those breathtaking sights that are plotted on the tourist map, nor was it that moment in front of the empty tomb. In fact, this incident was truly God-orchestrated. From the start, i had been a wet blanket, simply because i didn't want to go for the trip AT ALL. In fact, it was so bad that i nearly wept at the airport, because firstly, it was during the chinese new year break, and i didn't want to miss the fellowship with my cousins, or the hongbaos :P secondly, there was no one remotely close to my age except my sisters and my sister's friend. Thirdly, i had a small mountain of homework to shovel through, and i was reluctant to leave it behind. So throughout the trip, whilst i was enjoying the sights of Israel, the back of my head was thrumming with thoughts like: "homework, homework, homework!!!" I was so freaked out i even TRIED to do my homework at night, after clambering all over israel (it's no joke, i THINK i managed to write a word or two on the last night) On the later part of the trip, just as the thrumming was getting louder and LOUDER, we went to Jordan to look at Petra. It was amazing. But what was more amazing was the trip back. Four hours on a bus (albeit a coach) is no joke. Especially when you are sitting at the back, and VERY prone to car sickness. so there i was, lying limpidly in my seat, dozing off on my sister's shoulder, when we entered the valley seperating the two countries, Jordon and Israel. I remember sighing at the massive clouds at the Jordon side, because it effectively blocked out the beautiful range of red mountains (one of which is a secret privy to Petra). The air was fuming with mist, and it looked altogether gloomy. Except that the sun peaked out of a break of clouds on the israel side, and light flooded into the valley. When it hit the mist, a beautiful rainbow appeared. It wasn't one of those flimsy see through half-archs you see in singapore. This was a substantial, vivid arch that stretched across the ENTIRE valley. It was breathtaking. and it was a double rainbow, with another half of a rainbow over them both! It was like God was telling me "Everything will be alright." I could have cried. God was such a good God!

psalms 87:8
Among the gods there is none like you, O Lord;
no deeds can compare with yours.
10: For you are great and do marvelous deeds; you alone are God.

The other one will be saved for another day... too much of a good thing becomes a bad thing.