Uncle Guna

This post is specially dedicated to Uncle Guna who has gone Home to be with our Father. Uncle Guna was a cheerful man. He didn't own a big house or a big car.. he only owned a motorbike but he is a rich man.. rich in relationships and values. The world sees wealth differently than how God sees it. 

Uncle Guna lived with a heart of a servant - serving others and serving God. Most of the time when I saw him in church, he would be watering the plants. He would do those little things that most people wouldn't care or notice. I'll definitely miss seeing his smile and his heart of service. Even in watering those plants I could see that he was doing all that with joy..joy of the Lord.

Many turned up for his funeral because they respected him; the way he lived his life. Being in his funeral made me think.. I don't want people to come to my funeral and testify of my earthly wealth (though now I do not have any lol) "You know, carmen was a rich woman. She had 3 big bungalows and 4 Sports car excluding her Satria Neo!" If that's the only thing people testify during my funeral,  I would be crying in my coffin lol. There is so much to examine about my own life and sometimes I just couldn't tahan myself; my selfishness and pride. Yet not by my own transforming power but God's.

Uncle Guna, you will be an example, a model and an inspiration for many of us who are still running the race. Nobody wins a prize for starting well but finishing well. And you have finished well :) I'm glad that you are in a better place - Heaven, a place with no more sufferings, pain or tears and forever in the presence of our God, delighting in His love for you.
Till we meet again :)

 

Observation

I'll definitely not marry a man who plays Candy Crush smart phone games during a sermon.

Man, it's time to rise up.

Man up!

In Christ alone

In Christ alone, my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song,
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease.
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

too much.

That feeling of being humiliated in public and being teared down by people whom you love and care.

The heart cries out...cries out to God.

My customers....

Sometimes really feel like want to cucuk them with my pen... or baling a bottle of ketchup on their face haha such an evil thought! :X

So far all the customers who are giving me a hard time are women... i repeat, WOMEN. why whyyyyyy arghhh.

My boss...

I couldn't ask for more.
I don't think I'll ever get to find a boss like her.

Truly, God's favor.

Little fatty growing up

Sometimes I wish they never grow up...

Sometimes I wish that for myself too.. lol