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Are you constantly comparing yourself to others?

by | 4 December 2017, 3:34 PM

Have you ever tried to be someone you’re not?

I’ve always thought I was pretty well-adjusted and secure in my identity as a child of God. But I soon met a curveball at work when I started comparing myself to some of my colleagues. Two of them in particular are extroverted and gifted orators — qualities I don’t possess.

The funny thing is that I have no particular impulse to be extroverted or a speaker, and yet I compared myself to them.

“Each of you must examine your own actions. Then you can be proud of your own accomplishments without comparing yourself to others. Assume your own responsibility.” (Galatians 6:4-5)

I had become envious of their gifts from God, of the value they were bringing to the Kingdom. But what I should have been looking at was God Himself — keeping my own heart and work in check.

Serving in ministry, I think many of us begin the work with good hearts. But when pride in our work is left unchecked, conceitedness can creep into our hearts, especially if we want to do a big thing for God.

But as God’s children, there’s no space for a spirit of comparison in our work or ministries(2 Corinthians 10:12) .

Because the thing is, if you constantly have your eyes on the people around you, a day will come when you eventually stop looking at God altogether.

Making comparisons only leads to rivalry (Philippians 2:3) and pride — never true humility. It makes for divisions and sides though we are all God’s children — equally loved.

When you see the magnificent things that are happening through these people’s lives — the results of God’s anointing and blessing — intentionally give God the glory.

If you must look at people, then look at the Almighty God who is working through them. And when you see the magnificent things that are happening through these people’s lives — the results of God’s anointing and blessing — intentionally give God the glory.

For what He is doing through them is entirely because of Him. The very moment we begin to think otherwise is when pride has crept in. Things will slowly start to be about us.

And if we continue going down that path, we’ll eventually begin claiming His glory for ourselves.

I spent a few weeks making such comparisons before God shook me out of my stupor. And I’m thankful He did, because all I was doing was wasting time.

The simple truth is that if we keep trying to be someone we’re just not meant to be, we’ll never become who God wants us to be.

And that’s exactly what the Adversary wants: For us to be derailed and distracted from walking into our God-given destiny.

If we keep trying to be someone we’re just not meant to be, we’ll never become who God wants us to be.

I recently attended Hillsong’s Worship and Creative Conference, where the band introduced two of their new songs, which will be released next year. Both these songs had verses which really spoke to me.

Make me a vessel, make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
(New Wine)

I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
(Who You Say I Am)

The words seemed to take on a whole new meaning for me as I worshipped freely — my life and destiny once again abandoned to the sovereign will of God.

So who are you really?

And who will you choose to be? I know in my heart that there is a unique plan and role for each and every one of us in the family of God. God has chosen us, and given each of us our portion for this life.

The bigger question at hand is whether we will steward our unique gifts and stories, and imitate Christ (Ephesians 5:1). Not people — but Christ!

A right view of our place in the Kingdom produces thanksgiving and peace. So there’s no need to strive — or for strife — because we belong to Him.

When we live from acceptance, we no longer have to live for it.


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From dance floor to destiny

by Regina Chua | 7 November 2017, 5:03 PM

I am an actor, scriptwriter, director, arts educator, dancer and a musician — all in one. I do many things, with many hyphens.

God has gifted me with the talent to tell stories. To the world, writing is my career choice. But to God, being a writer is following the plans He has for me. That’s my destiny in Him. I do what I do because I want to be called faithful at the end of the day.

I’ve always known, first and foremost, that I am a child of God. That’s my identity, and my work, my position, gives me purpose.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” (Jeremiah 29:11-13)

But I didn’t always know my position and purpose. I was born into a traditional Chinese family and acquainted with the Arts at a young age. I remember walking past a dance studio at the age of four and telling my parents I wanted to learn ballet. That was how I began my journey with the performing arts, where my talents began to surface and take shape.

Then when I was 12, my ballet lessons were put on hold in the face of my Primary School Leaving Examinations (PSLE). I was suddenly being taken to pray to all manner of deities for favour in the examination.

But I had no peace in my heart. So the night before the first paper, I knelt beside my bed and prayed to the unknown God that I had seen Christians do on TV. I’d been watching 7th Heaven at the time.

I didn’t know it then, but I would need Him more and more in the years to come.

Right after PSLE, my life was shaken up as my dad was declared bankrupt. Our new financial status brought an end to all my dance classes, so even though I had finished my exams, I could not return to training anymore.

But I believe that my first prayer to the unknown God had set something into motion. I found myself posted to a mission school – the place where I would come to faith.

It was also where I was introduced to English literature and drama. I fell in love with these subjects and pursued them. And as I went on to Junior College, I delved even deeper.

My deep sense of satisfaction and pleasure in the Arts made me feel as if I had it all figured out: I was going to study English literature and theatre studies in NUS, and support my cell leader in the university ministry she was running.

I believe that my first prayer to the unknown God had set something into motion.

But God had another plan.

My ‘A’ level results proved to be a mixed bag. They weren’t good enough for entrance into the local universities, but they also weren’t bad enough for me to repeat my second year in Junior College. Ironically, this control freak had attained results which spelt “OCD”. And indeed, everything spiralled out of my control.

Looking back, I see that my identity then was based on grades and achievements. I was desperate, crying out to God and asking Him, “God, what now?”

I was confused, angry and so very lost.

As I wallowed in the aftermath of my ‘A’ level results, my Church entered a season where we began to focus on our performing arts ministry.

Sensing the shift and knowing the passion and talents I had, I told God: “If this is Your will, open the door and I will go through it no matter what.” After that prayer, I submitted only one application to LASALLE’s Theatre Arts programme.

I prepared for the admission audition, but it turned out to be a nightmare. The person auditioning actually asked me if I would go on stage naked, in my underwear or simply wrapped in a towel. I was taken aback and simply said, “No, because it goes against my faith.”

Then I went home and prayed again: “If this is Your will, open the door and I will go through it no matter what.”

Soon enough, I received a letter of acceptance from LASALLE, and heard that the man who had auditioned me got fired from his job.

Now the next hurdle would be how I was going to pay for my studies. My parents had refused to provide for me if I chose to enter the Arts. So I prayed again: “If this is Your will, God you provide.” I shared about my financial problems with my cell leader, and in time, it was her mother who gave me a loan to pay for my first semester in LASALLE.

Thereafter, the Lord provided. Because of my good grades, the rest of my fees were settled by bursaries and scholarships in LASALLE. Concurrently, I worked in Church part-time to pay my cell leader’s mum back. God constantly showed me He is Jehovah Jireh — the God who provides. 

I graduated from LASALLE in 2006, only to meet rejection at every audition I went for. I began to question God: “I thought that You called me to do this? Why am I not getting any jobs?”

As I faced increasing disappointments and setbacks on both the career and ministry fronts — I felt absolutely knocked down. And in spite of all the providence shown to me every step of the way in school, I began to doubt and waver in my faith.

Soon, I fell.

I hit rock bottom in 2007. I was living a double life: In Church I played the good Christian leader, but outside of Church I was partying, smoking and getting drunk every other night.

One night, I was out painting the town red with some of my friends from the industry. I’d had too much to drink and was dancing my heart out when I was suddenly conscious of this stranger touching me inappropriately.

I was living a double life: In Church I played the good Christian leader, but outside of Church I was partying, smoking and getting drunk every other night.

I was being violated on the dance floor, but I was too drunk to do anything about it.

That night was the wake-up call my hellish life of hangovers needed.

I left that life behind, along with all of its people. And by God’s grace I was restored.

He led me along a path that eventually saw me teach Dramatic Arts in schools. With God’s help, I begin excelling as a drama educator. I became recognised and sought after as an educator, getting more offers than I could take on — I would even pass these jobs on to others. I was at the peak of my career. But God never lets me get comfortable.

Soon my life changed again.

Just as everything was finally going well, God said to me quietly: “Answer the call.”

It came in the form of an offer to join the Church full-time under the youth ministry.

Huh? God, I thought You called me into the Arts and Entertainment industry? I bargained and bartered with God, even telling Him I wanted to be back in the marketplace after two years, but I ultimately obeyed.

So in 2009, I answered the call and went into full-time ministry. And at the end of 2010, to my surprise, God faithfully used a former boss to bring me back to the marketplace.

In retrospect, I can see that at every step, God has been moulding me and preparing me for something greater.

We are each given different talents. But all these talents are ultimately of no use if we don’t use them for His purpose. Our job is to invest in our talents and multiply them (Matthew 25:13-30).

I was gifted with the talent to create and perform. I was gifted with the talent to teach. So with these talents multiplied, I became a good drama educator.

I was gifted with the ability to administer and arrange things. Because of my obedience to His call, my time in the Church office honed that talent.

Today I am getting more recognition as an educator, with more opportunities than I’ve ever had before to speak into the lives of the next generation in school. I am also getting more jobs as an actor on stage and on screen.

I know that these are all preparing me to move even closer towards my destiny in Him. I know that God isn’t done my telling story; He alone holds on to the pen that writes it. Because I am obediently following Him, every chapter I go through is preparation for the next.

“You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.” (Psalm 30:11-12)


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The danger of busyness

by Joseph Koh | 30 October 2017, 5:11 PM

I’ve written about slowing downnot giving in to strife, and combating the urges of perfectionism, but I still struggle with an infestation of busyness.

My heart is easily overtaken by the worries of modern living. Finding it impossible to keep up with society’s demands — even little things like needing to exercise more, eat better, and be more attentive to others — it has been left panting, unable to take a breather from such expectations and platitudes.

In the past couple of months, I found myself in an irascible state due to the avalanche of things that I’ve had to do — outside of work (which was already taxing on its own), there were various projects I was involved in, and a series of responsibilities that I had committed to.

It scared me that I was not only a Martha; I had no intentions to be Mary.

My body felt lethargic as I limped out of bed each day; my head throbbed with the pressures of trying to eke out some semblance of a meaningful Christian life. An inertia to find God in the quiet had distended, causing God to feel distant. Along the way, I lost the joy of serving Christ and everything felt like a drag, as exemplified by my shambling feet.

Whilst commuting on the train one bleary morning, it dawned upon me that I had no conception of where I was headed with all these activities. A frustration soon boiled over, as I questioned the reason behind every commitment.

I knew I had to stop myself in my tracks, and re-evaluate every single thing in my life, leaving no stone unturned. It scared me that I was not only a Martha; I had no intentions to be Mary (Luke 10:38-42).


During a period of deep reflection, I uncovered that I had simply lost sight of my season, and the larger purpose of the different domains in life — from work to ministry.

What was I convicted about when I started this job two years ago? Do I know what is my service to God is built upon? Why am I even mentoring others?

I did not have the answers; I had grown accustomed to going through the motions, content with shooting arrows blindfolded.

I had started well and good, but personal ambition soon took over, kidnapping my soul in broad daylight.

We can get trapped within the suffocating cycle of mindless activity, that we fail to notice that our heart has started to shift, ever so subtly, to a point where the “vision” of our lives is nowhere to be found.

I let the true meaning of work slip through my fingers, even though they remained mired in labour; I had started well and good — being “salt” and a “light” in the marketplace — but personal ambition soon took over, kidnapping my soul in broad daylight.

My job was now centred around self-glory (the pursuit of career success) and vanity (material wealth and comfort). Everything on the outside appeared fine, but I was growing sick on the inside, narcotised by worldly temptations.


This was not all. I became increasingly guilt-ridden that I wasn’t doing enough in my life. My corporate job did not feel adequately impactful, especially when I read the news about wars, poverty, and sickness; yet I was doing nothing to alleviate the pain of others.

Riddled in a perpetual state of questioning my occupation, I was taunted by feelings of not doing enough for this broken world. My conscience did not know where to lay its head — it could not find rest.

This nagging and heavy disposition only found release when this passage in Mark confronted me:

“And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. And Simon and those who were with him searched for him, and they found him and said to him, “Everyone is looking for you.” And he said to them, “Let us go on to the next towns, that I may preach there also, for that is why I came out.” And he went throughout all Galilee, preaching in their synagogues and casting out demons.” (Mark 1:35-39)

The Word came alive in me like heartburn, as the passages highlighted to me how razor-sharp Jesus was when His life mission was concerned. While there were many people scrambling to get close to Him, desperate for that one touch or one conversation, and people who needed healing or deliverance; Jesus remained on course and departed for the “next towns.”

Even His disciples did not understand his rationale for leaving, given the pressing needs all around.

It may seem like a simple decision, but if I were in Jesus’ shoes, I probably would have stayed put, assuming that I was pleasing the Father’s heart by ministering to the masses. The Son of God was not swayed by others and did not swoon to the tune of others’ approval — the same couldn’t be said for me. He knew full well what he was on earth for, and did not give in to the compulsions of a busy life.

Contemplating on how Jesus lived His life, in how intentional He was with every deed, it was a sobering reminder for me on the need to understand my mission full well, instead of pandering to everything that appeared in my line of sight.

Even when it comes to worthy causes and charitable deeds, the “good” thing may not necessarily be something God has called us to do. Our limitations reveal how important it is to understand our season and calling.

These past months of frenetic activity have taught me the dangers of filling my time without understanding what this very time which has been bestowed to me is for. I had allowed busyness to get the better of me, to a disconcerting extent that I neglected the things God has instructed me to do right here and now.

In order for us to live out God’s intentions for us, it is crucial that we follow Jesus’ example: Through the chaos and delirium, He prioritised prayer and communion. I believe that this provided Jesus clarity for the road ahead. It may sound simplistic, but it is such an uphill task to achieve when we are always working and feeling flustered.

If you, too, have been slaving for the hustle, I urge you to courageously jump off this train that is destined for destruction. Too often have we been pre-occupied with activity that we are no longer cognisant of where we’re headed and why we even decided to board this very vehicle.

God will surely catch you as you ricochet — He is ever waiting to remind us of the way everlasting (Psalm 139:24).

This story was first published on, and was republished with permission.


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Creating with the Creator: X marks the spot

by Norman Ng, Creative Pastor, 3:16 Church | 24 October 2017, 3:44 PM

God saw all that He had made, and it was very good.” (Genesis 1:31)

You’ve been in God’s shoes. Felt the awe of creation birthed from an idea somewhere inside. The canvas is no longer blank. The new page now resounds with poetry. All your life you’ve created, composed, conceptualised. Each piece, a collaboration, God x you

You can’t explain it. But you know what it feels like when the light bulb goes off. That divine moment when “x” happens.

You may have struggled to fit God into the picture. Your craft is a part of you and so is your Creator. But how does your faith fit into the work you do? Who else walks this strange and lonely road?

I’ve always dreamt of belonging to a creative community that’s passionate about maximising their creative gifts to influence and change the culture of society and in particular, the Internet. A team of Kingdom influencers who use their God-given creativity to put out relevant content that is well-produced, hilarious and enjoyable.

There is no reason for the Church to be lagging behind in the great storytelling we see in the secular marketplace. Our Father is the Author of the greatest story every told! So why shouldn’t we be telling stories that are beautiful, redemptive and powerful? As His children, we should be shaping national narratives for key seasons like Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, Children’s Day, National Day … Every day!

There is no reason for the Church to be lagging behind in the storytelling we see in the secular marketplace when our Father is the Author of the greatest story every told.

The biggest issues young creatives face is a lack of role models who are effectively exercising heavenly influence in their creative fields whom they can look up to and be mentored by. Young creatives are smart, sharp and they can sense easily when someone is faking it and just living a double life at work and in church.

Without mentors to show them that it is possible to use their gifts at work and for God as well as the possibility of making work a form of worship, they reflect the common narrative that creativity can only be fully realised in the corporate world.

I also believe that many Christian creatives do not have a conducive environment where they can flourish and grow their creative gifts. Churches are not the best in providing such an environment. After all, they’re not creative agencies!

All too often, they do not easily recognise the value and potential of communicating through design, film, art, writing … At most, a creative might be challenged to redesign a Church website. Or lay out the Sunday bulletin. Maybe be in charge of the Church anniversary video – from pre to post production.😦

So while it may seem that the Church has no creative people based on certain quality of output, I think it’s probably just that creative talents have not been fully utilised and well-invested in – resulting in most creatives being drawn to better opportunities – better briefs, better budgets, better mentors – outside of the Church.

Just as Professor Xavier sought out mutants who had withdrawn themselves from the world out of fear, it’s high time we called our creatives out of hiding.

The X Conference was borne out of the hearts of creatives who understand the struggles of reconciling our craft with our Creator. How do I create for God in a less than godly workplace? Why do I feel like I don’t quite fit in Church? Is there a creative cause worth investing my very limited free time in?

Creatives have to know that they have a tribe. And when we gather from different Churches to collaborate on a compelling cause, we can activate our gifts in way that can inspire the individual, the church and the world.

It is important for creatives to catch a glimpse of their heavenly potential. When they are able to see themselves maximising their gifts for a cause that is bigger than themselves and one that is jointly owned, it could open up a whole world of possibilities in how they live their lives.

The quality of our content would be so good that people would be compelled seek us out for inspiration, direction and entertainment. And in the process of doing so, inspire many more grass-root movements to do the same – a explosive multiplier effect on the world for the glory of God.

We’re calling it the “x” effect: When people of the Cross collaborate with their Creator.

Christian Creatives: Writers, designers, media planners, filmmakers, artists, musicians and storytellers across all disciplines – mark your spot and find your tribe in this Creative Covenantal Community here. The X Conference is happening this weekend, October 27-28, 2017.


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From English teacher to Hokkien peng

by Jeffrey Goh | 13 October 2017, 12:51 PM

I joined the teaching profession in the year 1965. I was a passionate primary school teacher, who aspired to become a principal in time.

Four years later, in December 1969, the Ministry of Education (MOE) sent me for a 22-day Outward Bound Singapore (OBS) course in Pulau Ubin. I had to do cross-country runs, abseiling, rowing and all kinds of other strenuous physical exercises.

I really suffered. I asked myself: Why am I even here?

I soon got my answer. Just after my OBS course ended, I received an official letter from the Ministry of Defence (MINDEF). It read: “Dear Sir, we are pleased to call you up for National Service.”

They were “pleased”. But inside I wanted to die. I was 23 years old, en route to becoming a principal! Why did I have to do National Service?

I found out later that it was because the first soldiers who were recruited only spoke Hokkien. They were known as Hokkien peng, and they were unable to understand any English instruction from the course officers.

When Dr Goh Keng Swee, then Defence minister, learnt about this, he made a decision that changed my life: All male teachers 25 years and below were to be enlisted into the Army for 3 years to teach English to the Hokkien peng.

I can vividly remember my enlistment date: January 24, 1970. I was there together with all my teacher friends. A Member of the Parliament gave a speech exhorting us to die for our country. I remember thinking to myself: “Stupid man, you ask me to die for what? I want to live for my country, why should I die?”

My mom cried as the truck I was on started to drive off. I cried as well. It was like I was about to be executed!

When I finally reached Taman Jurong camp, I realised the corporals and sergeants were 18 or 19 years old. They were younger than most of the teachers. They began shouting at us. Get down from the truck, get down!

Can you imagine teachers being shouted at? Unthinkable! It was so humiliating! In school, students bow down and greet me, “Good morning, Mr Goh!”

I told myself: “Jeff, you’ve only been in the army for half a day and you’re crying like this. You got 3 years, you know? You’ll go mad!”

Then they lined us up at the football field. Good, I thought, we’re going to play football! Then they gave us razor blades. Good, I thought, free toiletries!

Then they asked us to squat – and cut the grass on the football field with the razors. One blade of grass at a time.

So here was “Mr Goh”, now in short pants and a smelly green T-shirt, cutting the grass.

I was crying in my heart. Why am I here? What have I done wrong? But I told myself: “Jeff, you’ve only been in the army for half a day and you’re crying like this. You got 3 years, you know? You’ll go mad!”

I couldn’t change my posting, so I began changing my mindset. I told myself I was very fortunate because I had gone for an OBS course before enlisting; at least I was physically ready. Sure enough, I was ahead of all other recruits in every run.

I became so positive about National Service that after 3 months, I was named the Best Recruit in my company. That changed my life once again, because Dr Goh decided that all the best recruits in the company should not simply become language instructors.

Instead, we would become combat soldiers. I almost died again.

All my friends laughed at me. While they were teaching English in air-conditioned rooms, I was running up and down a hill. “Jeffrey Goh gei kiang, act clever lah, now have to suffer!”

But later on, I was sent for Officer Cadet Training and I eventually became a Second Lieutenant. I was an officer, while all my friends were corporals. When they saw me, instead of shouting out “Eh, Jeff!”, they had to salute and say, “Morning, Sir!”

“Good morning,” I would reply. “Now who gei kiang?”

I served the nation as an officer until my 3 years were up. One week before I was to go back to school to be a teacher, I was interviewed by Colonel Winston Chew, who later became a Lieutenant-General and Singapore’s first Chief of Defence Force.

“Jeff, sit down. What are you going to do after this?”

I told him I wanted to teach. He asked me to sign on for a career with the Singapore Armed Force (SAF) instead.

I refused. I was a man of peace. I told him I would rather teach than fight.

“Jeff, here’s my proposal,” he replied. “Why don’t you serve 5 more years in combat? I promise to put you somewhere in SAF MINDEF where you can teach.”

And that was it. I transferred from MOE to MINDEF and served there 22 years until I attained the rank of Major. I never went back to teaching at MOE.

By putting on the uniform, I made sure we were all men of peace.

I began to realise how important and meaningful my job was. I defended the future that our leaders and the pioneers had fought for, for their children and the generations to come. By putting on the uniform, I made sure we were all men of peace. God gave me a sense of purpose and built resilience in me.

Now, I can say I’m proud to once have been a part of the SAF.

And because attaining the rank of a Major allows you to retire early, I retired at the age of 45. If I was a school principal, I would have retired at 62 instead. Thank God for that!


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How I finally figured out what I was doing at work

by Joanne Lo | 13 October 2017, 12:24 PM

Add some wonder into your Inbox today!
Be amazed by our new collection launching soon!!
A mind-blowing experience that will make your Friday night a whole lot better!!!
Get ready as we reveal something out of this world!!!!

These were the sort of campaign slogans I used to work with every day. My first job was in advertising, and it was important to impress, amaze and capture an audience’s mind.

What would make people go “wow”? What would make me go “wow”? Thoughts like these were constantly on my mind.


It started out really well.

I graduated from university four years ago, bright-eyed, curious and hungry for opportunities to excel. I took all the right steps, secured the right internships, put in enough hard work and placed sufficient trust in God to lead me into deeper waters.

I was ready.

There was no end to God’s grace in my life and career. In the beginning, there was so much curiosity over a new job and the new experiences that would follow. There was the eagerness to do well, the relentless pursuit for excellence in my work and the confidence of being rewarded eventually.

I started out well — or so I thought.

Months of toiling away went by and people around me — people who loved and knew me — began telling me how unhappy I had become. Overworked, tired and unhappy. But most of all, they told me I looked restless; my attention span for everything non-work related lasted less than a few minutes.

What had gone wrong? Where was the monotony coming from? Why did I feel purposeless? How could I account for the constant ennui?

I worked from morning till midnight every day. Work was on my mind constantly and nothing else mattered. I got immersed in chasing deadlines and ticking off the checkboxes on my to-do-lists.

Things at work got stressful. I experienced panic attacks at random moments in a day and my hands would tremble at my keyboard, refusing to move.

I was lost and confused. Things were not meant to be this way. What had gone wrong? I had given my best in every task and strived for excellence. Where was the monotony coming from? Why did I feel purposeless? How could I account for the constant ennui?


God reached out and got through to me. One day, as I was going about my usual routine at work and listening to songs on Spotify, Hillsong’s Oceans started playing.

One particular line struck me: For I am yours, and you are mine.

I remember tearing up the moment my ears heard the line. I was struck by how far I had turned away from the initial hope and trust I had once placed in God. I had forgotten that I had a wonderful God to call Father in times of need, and that He was there to be called mine all along.

In the drudgery of work, I had misplaced my hope and wonder in the pursuit of personal success, instead of seeking God’s purpose for me in my career.

I had sought awe in material things, distracted by instant gratification.

I had forgotten my source of inspiration and strength.

I wasn’t interested in what God had to say for my life.

By the end of the song, I knew it was time to go back to God.

I have since found my wow in God.

Too often it becomes easy to let dread and restlessness slip into the heart. It takes so much more to retain awe and anticipation for God’s wonder to take place in our lives. Tuning back in to God’s channel and being reminded that He is the only one who can inspire the best in us takes more than just a moment of adjusting our mindsets; it’s a constant choosing to fix our eyes on Christ.

He works in the most marvellous ways to help us go back to Him. God wants us to remember that He has wonderful plans for us, that we were created for bigger things.

It blows my mind to know that such a powerful God would be interested in the tiniest details and concerns of my life — that He would constantly reach out to one such as I.


“Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare.” (Psalms 40:5)

I have since found my wow in God. Being in awe of what God can do in my life gives me purpose. I live my life now knowing that I have His plans and an eternity with Him to look forward to.

If you are someone who finds herself constantly bored, restless and dreary about everything, perhaps it is time to think about why this is so. Is a life of pleasure failing to satisfy? Are the countless overseas eat-pray-love trips not cutting it?

Being listless and unhappy is definitely not the way God intended us to live! He wants us to be victorious and to live life to the fullest for Him, but we cannot do this without first drawing inspiration and direction from God.

This year, my friend roped me in to join the programmes team for a conference for teenage girls, with the theme of “His Glory, Our Wonder”. This conference was born out of a desire to restore the wonder of God’s glory in ordinary girls’ lives.

Since I had realised an awakened wonder for God, I knew that more girls needed to experience it for themselves. I wanted a shot at helping young girls recapture their wonder for God, so that they can live a life knowing that they are fully loved and have something to look forward to in a world that is full of distractions and short-lived solutions for despair.

I recaptured the wonder. I hope they will too.

#KALLOSCONF2017 is a 2-day conference that will help young girls discover their true identity and understand that they were set apart for a God-given destiny. The only nation-wide Christian conference designed specially for teenage girls in Singapore this year, 3 main themes – body image, sexuality, and love for God’s Word – will be explored. Spread the world, bring your cell group or youth group and tell as many girls as you can! Register here.


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