Bob Canton Healing Rally at Church of the Risen Christ (19 April 2013 7.30pm)

I seldom post twice in a day but I feel such a surge of renewed energy, an empowerment from God that I had to post this now. God is amazing. Always, always, He stands with me and listens to me, never missing a heartbeat. I feel so renewed. No lethargy. No black clouds. No fear. Just strength. It's bright and sunny within me. Only God can do this to me. Only God can do this for you. Lift up everything to the Lord for He is good.

Mike and I will be rushing down to the Church of the Risen Christ tonight for the Bob Canton Healing Rally. Rushing cos I have to finish work first!

Here's my old testimony which I had written to Bob some years back after attending his rally. It somehow made it to the Church of the Risen Christ's website. I do recall them asking me permission to reproduce it. Am more than happy if my testimony can help any one reading it.

Here's the link to my testimony (and I hope they don't mind me linking back to them!):

http://www.risenchristcpg.org/index.php/testimonies/healing-testimonies/13-healed-at-bob-canton-rally

How awesome is God? I'm ready, God. Let the work begin.

Working Mother's Lasagne

Home made lasagne!

(Copyright Fiona C Yeo 2013)

Haven't posted about my cooking for some time. I do have some pics sitting somewhere in my phone or computer. There was cause for celebration yesterday and since I had most of the ingredients at home required to make it, I decided to bake my own lasagne. The ready-to-bake sheets came from a box but apart from that, I made the meat and cheese sauce from scratch (well to be honest, I didn't boil fresh tomatoes. I used tinned puree). I didn't really notice but I think this dish took me almost an hour from start to finish. That's too long for a weekday dinner. I usually give myself half an hour to prepare dinner, max.

The picture doesn't do it justice but both kids and hubby gave it two thumbs up. As my daughter said, if her brother claimed it was delicious, it meant it really was! (He'll usually go all Gordon Ramsay on me. Bluek!). I must admit, the cost of the ingredients to bake my own lasagne is above my usual budget for a home cooked meal. But it's still much cheaper than say ordering individual lasagne for the whole family in a restaurant AND my lasagne has richer meat and cheese sauces! By the way, I was horrified to realise at the end of baking that I had NOT tasted the meatsauce prior to baking. Was smacking my head for forgetting to do that. I may not usually taste my own cooking before serving but the taste of the meat sauce is crucial to this dish! Thankfully it tasted so good, I surprised even myself!

The baking tin you see in the picture was a square measuring about 9 or 10 inches per side (23 or 25cm) and it's only about 2 or 3 inches deep (5 or 8 cm). Not a very big tin but it should be enough to feed 6 to 8 people (depending on how greedy they are!). In future, I'd prefer to bake it in an oblong shaped tin that is deeper. Much like a bread tin. Have to go buy one. Hate it. I already have several baking tins and I don't bake cakes so I'm under utilising them but I find that different sized tins serve different purposes and are handy to have.

Anyhow, what was the cause for our celebration? I'd better keep mum for the moment. But it's just been a month or so since the release of my girl's 'A' Level results.....so....you can perhaps guess. I'm really thankful to God. Praise God!

Mike and I will be attending the Bob Canton Healing Rally tonight at the Church of the Risen Christ (7.30pm). For the record, I'd received healing the last time I had attended it. It was also there that I'd rested in the Spirit for the first time in my life. Have a nice Friday!







Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

How many types of Christians are there in this world?

And I'm not referring to Christian denominations (and I don't care that I'm not supposed to start a sentence with 'And').

I don't know where you stand in your Christian journey. Here's where I stand. Actually, where I sit.
I am neither the 'holy, holy' type nor the 'unholy unholy' type. Does that mean I'm Humpty Dumpty? Humpty Dumpty waiting to fall onto either side of the wall. Or will I sit here forever?

I don't fit in with the people who all the time are so prayerful, good and kind. Not a single bad word is spewed. If they think 'bad thoughts', they don't let the world know. No, I'm not like that (never say never but for the moment, no).

Nor do I fit in with the people who think God is better left as a Sunday stroll in the park. Don't bother me, God. I'll come to you only when I'm in trouble. I can't make myself talk about God too much; it's just not cool. I probably used to be like that but I can no longer because I am no longer the person I used to be. The Holy Spirit lives in me. I see the light at the end of the tunnel and I know where I want to go after my life is over and whom I wish to spend eternity with.

So I sit on the fence. Good and bad waging a constant war within me. I struggle.

Assertiveness vs Submissiveness.

Offence vs Defence.

Pride vs Humility.

Confrontation vs Acceptance.

Confidence vs Insecurity

Teenagers think they are the only ones with their insides raging. They're in for a rude shock. Unless you live the rest of your life under a rock, you will be battling your ghosts forever. It just moves from one level to another.

I was in a toilet last weekend and I heard some school girls chattering near the sink. One would speak, the other would answer in a reply pleasing and expectant to the speaker. Repetitious cycle of a conversation. Total rubbish. Inane chatter. How I could care less at my age now to participate in their conversation. But I did when I was their age. It was expected of me or face the wave of loneliness that comes from being different from your school going peers. Be like them. Speak like them. Think like them and you will have friends. Because if you have no friends, you will be handicapped. Really? In the end, if you're lucky, you will realise that you are your own best friend and if you see the light, you will realise that Jesus should be your best friend.

When asked recently how I was. I expressed that I was in the process of getting rid of rubbish in my life. I presume some people assume I am starting to crawl under a rock. Maybe so. It takes a lot more guts than you think. If you're honest with yourself, there are probably tonnes of people in your life or tonnes of events or things in your life you could care less about but you just go with the flow because it is expected of you. So I'm happy to announce that I'm probably gonna be pissing a lot of people off. I'm gonna be throwing a lot of stuff out. This is my process of dying unto myself so that God can live in me instead.

What does it mean to get rid of the rubbish in my life? For lack of a better word; Decluttering. Decluttering humans and things. Of course, the question is, as a Christian, am I allowed to be 'dropping' people from my 'friends list' because it sounds like such an unchristian thing to do? What does God want me to do with people who are constantly unfriendly, trouble makers, no good doers or plain weird? I"m like a kid again. Do I 'friend' all of them? I find it very tiring and my heart doesn't seem to be big enough for that role. Handling their sh*t; that's where the tiredness stems from. So I battle on, this war of mine. It's not that I've grown dark. It's that I've grown light. In a sense, consider me a modern day Robin Hood.

Let me tell you that it is true. God is with you all the time. If only we stopped to spend time with Him. If only we take the trouble to walk with Him. If only we recognise it when He steps in to help us. I was feeling so tired writing my last post. Had a good chat with God and told Him exactly what I was feeling. Without my knowing, he blew the dark cloud over almost immediately. He planted a new surge of energy in me; much like having my battery recharged. I woke up refreshed. His love for me never ceases to amaze me. Much like the prodigal son, or Gretel, I  have to find my way home before I get cooked by the wicked witch.

It strikes yet again

So it strikes yet again.

Woke up to the news of the Boston Marathon bombing.

I actually had had a very long night. Did some thinking, made some decisions and was all ready to rant on my blog. But really, really, how awful could my night have been compared to what the bomb victims, their family and friends experienced? In a matter of seconds, lives have been changed forever and there I was, across the globe, wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. Pitiful, pathetic and ungrateful me.

I shall instead give praise to God Almighty that I am still alive and breathing. Really, my stupid ass self should just shut up my brains and my heart and learn to be less uptight about everything. Everything and probably everyone as well. Apparently people do not react well to my assertiveness; then lost, now found. Only goes to show how much I have swallowed in submissiveness over the years.

Up to this point in my life, I have served only others, giving very little regard to myself and yet, it doesn't seem to have been enough and nor will it, I suspect, ever going to be good enough. I am tired. I am spent. I think the only opinion I should really care about is that of God's. After all, He truly, truly has been the only one who's been there for me.

Run along then all you others. Go fly a kite. 

Me and my God, I'm going to take a nice, long walk with Him.

If you're drowning, don't hesitate to not call me.

Otak-otak life lesson

Have been missing in action quite a bit. I guess it was lent season and I wasn't very much in the mood for anything whiny or 'complainy' and usually that's what I do when I'm blogging; whine or complain!

You know, in a certain month in the later part of this year, I would have gone steady with the love of my life for 30 years. I love him....still. Very much. In fact, I love him more now than before. Also, as a person married to him for twenty over hears (I mean years, haha), I also probably 'hate' him more now (and only people married long enough will understand this love-hate relationship I am talking about!).

In our relationship, I've always been the noisier one, the bossier one, the control freak, the complain queen; the one who takes charge. Not by choice but by default. This is very important, hor. Don't be mistaken! I'd prefer my man to take control of me instead! ANYTIME! However, he admits, he's not good at organising. He doesn't care to get organised as long as the task at hand gets done. That means to say, it's the end result that matters more to him.

I shall not go into comparing both our strengths or weaknesses but suffice to say, in a 'sick' way, we complement each other. I get stressed as h*ll that he doesn't get things done and it p*sses him off when I get stressed and then him being p*ssed off p*sses me off. Vicious love cycle. Oh, how we love each other, much.

Anyhow, I wanted to concentrate on ONE of his BEST character traits. It's what we call, the ability to 'one ear in, one ear out' (selective hearing). He is a classic example of 'sticks and stones may break my bones but words cannot hurt me'. He cannot be moved if he doesn't want to be moved. Nothing you say or do can change his stubborn will. It irks me but it's also something I wish I had more of.

My post title is concerning the humble fish cake sticks; otak-otak. There are two people I call 'the bodyguards of a certain someone', all of whom I find extremely 'difficult'. Twice, for potluck, we brought this dish and twice we received funny 'attitude' and 'comments'. I don't care to repeat their exact words or reactions but let's just say that I didn't find it amusing to be on the receiving end of their weirdness presumably as a result of their extreme pettiness.

In such situations, my first reaction would usually be one of amazement that 'there are such people' and my second reaction would probably be to judge them as being 'difficult' people (I KNOW I should do less judging. I know, I know.). Then I'd go home and fume over how I let people walk all over me all the time and then decide that the best policy is to stay as far away from such people as possible. Sometimes however, that's not a possibility. I must say, when I meet people like that now, I will ask myself if confrontation is necessary. If not, then let it pass (in a manner of speaking, it means to let that person 'walk all over me'). Then I will 'recoil' and 'stay away' from interacting with 'such people'. In my opinion, that's probably as humble an action I can afford at this stage in my life as a Christian. I think it's already a very big step for me to not react or confront. But in trying to be better Christian, I sometime loathe that I have become meek.

Then I look at my husband. In a similar situation, he would just ignore the 'weird', 'odd' people and their comments. One ear in, one ear out or not in at all. He would just not react. He would not even hear them. He won't listen. He won't give a d*mn. He will still sleep soundly at night. Ha ha. Don't you just love that? I have much to learn from this man. I shared with him how 'p*ssed' I was by these people and his advice to me was to just ignore them. I guess that's how he ignores all my nagging too!

I always think my husband has not upgraded his internal memory storage card in a long time. There is no room in him for a lot more data from his daily life. His memory is literally selective. He really only holds on to a few things in his life and I think it's probably God, me, the kids, family, his love for singing, his plants and visiting Johor Bahru (perhaps not even necessarily in THAT order).LOL.

One ear in, one ear out. The very character trait that can be the source of my many sleepless nights; is the very character trait I wish to have more of. Life is good.