Family treat

Well, honestly , i have nothing to say... so here is what my brothers and sisters have been saying on their own.

*the yonger sis refers to me,.. hehe
just to tell you abit of my family, well, i am the youngest and i have two elder brothers and two elder sisters. My dad is apostle Rev.Dr.Dexter Low Tiong Siah,.. yes,.. a pastor and my mum is Pator Lily,. another pastor and a prophet.

The eldest sibling in my family is Eiljah. He is the CEO of the church and an eligible bachelor. He just turned 29th on the 30th of March 2004.

The next one is my eldest sister Deborah who would prefer to be called as Debbie. She is married to Caleb with two kids and pregnant again for the third time~ =O.. the first kid is Caylie, my neice. She turns 3 by the end of this year. Then we have Dylan, my nephew.. who will be 1 this year..

Next is another sister, Ebbie.. 24 this year, also married, and pregnant.. she is married to Joey and they both work in IT industries. He is a programmer and she is a support staff in a different company. Their baby is RYAN.. a guy, definately~

Then we have Victory, the one who fetches me to college all the time.. he is SINGLE AND AVAILABLE,.. and will turn 21 this year. He is studying Theology in one of the Bible Colleges,.. i keep forgetting the name,..

Finally, theres me,.. the youngest!

--- Mystified wrote:
>
> Testimony.
>
> Monday, April 05, 2004
>
> Today was one of the heaviest days of the year. From
> early in the morning, duty called, from fetching a
> younger sister to college through traffic jams, to a
> four hour dance practice with inexperienced
> students, a transportation appointment with a
> lecturer, and a three hour final class later that
> night, in which we had presentations that I wanted
> more time to prepare for.
>
> It was my plan to fetch my sister to her college,
> then go directly to my own college and spend some
> hours reading and preparing, before taking lunch,
> picking up my dance students, and going through the
> four hour practice, before fetching them back,
> making some last minute preparations prior to
> meeting my lecturer for the appointment and doing my
> presentation. All in all, it was an 8.30am to 11pm
> programme.
>
> The plan started going awry when hypoglycaemia hit.
> I was dying when I rushed home after fetching my
> sister to college. I rushed sugar down my throat,
> and when my mom when she asked me to "Go and…", my
> first response was "I’m not going anywhere!"
>
> I collapsed on my bed and slept fitfully until
> 12.10, when my alarm called me to duty again. I had
> to fetch my dance students to church where we would
> have the second-last practice before Easter; this
> was the least experienced students ever, having only
> being unexpectedly included in the team the very day
> before. I literally had to demonstrate every step
> for them over and over and over again.
>
> By the time I fetched them home, I was exhausted. It
> was beginning to rain. I went to college, hoping to
> use the library for the time I had left to prepare
> for my presentation.
>
> But the library was closed, as was the office, and I
> soon discovered that someone had tried to call my
> handphone; it was my sister, whom I had fetched to
> college earlier. Strange; wasn’t mom fetching her
> home today?
>
> I tried to call her back; my handphone died while
> calling, even with the battery reportedly half-full.
> She tried calling back; my handphone died again. I
> drove to a commercial zone nearby, tried the public
> phones; they weren’t working. Worriedly, I headed
> back to my student’s house and was embarassed to ask
> for help.
>
> The storm broke while I was at the gate. It was so
> dark, it took awhile for them to identify who I was.
> Wei Yin was a lifesaver, the way she helped me
> during that time of need. Even with the storm raging
> overhead and the frequent blackouts, we managed to
> contact Anna. Anna, apparently, wasn’t home yet, her
> classes had ended quite a while ago, and she was
> still in college.
>
> I could not fetch her home (likely an additional
> hour’s ordeal of traffic jams again) and pick up my
> lecturer in time for college; and in making my
> lecturer late, my entire class would start late,
> forcing all the students’ presentations to rush, and
> likely cause a good deal of lowered grades… I had
> already explained my circumstances to my family, but
> Anna’s handphone was lacking sufficient credit for a
> call or sms, and I still felt obligated to contact
> those involved and find out what was going on.
> Through it all, Wei Yin offered phone, phone
> charger, and when electricity failed, and handphone
> battery died completely, even her phone book.
>
> Mom, it turned out, was with dad on the way home
> from Sepang, and with rain and traffic going hand in
> hand, wasn’t about to reach here for another hour at
> least. It was a tense quarter hour before we finally
> made the arrangements; Wei Yin was kind enough to
> offer hospitality and even transportation once her
> car got back from the workship, even though she
> already had serious plans for dinner with relatives.
> It is with great appreciation that I remember her in
> that hour of need, although it wasn’t necessary in
> the end.
>
> The storm continued as I sheltered in Wei Yin’s home
> for awhile, preparing as best I could under the
> circumstances, drawing from my own notes on my
> reading, lacking the benefit of a library. They (Wei
> Yin, Aaron, and Aaron’s grand-aunt) were kind enough
> to offer refreshments, which was an encouragement in
> itself.
>
> My lecturer was late anyway, due to an unprecedented
> mess up involving crowded LRTs, questionable bus
> drivers, and taxi queues. Several presentations were
> cut short just now, including my own. We were
> feeling it even when we had our Final Class pot-luck
> supper. A number of us ate and said very little
> during what was supposed to be a celebration. Very
> little indeed.
>
> After dropping my lecturer off at the LRT station as
> was our custom, I drove home thinking about the day,
> and wondering about the quiet melancholy I was
> feeling. I remembered the message on the vital
> spiritual habits… and how, instead of worrying, one
> should pray.
>
> But I was not worried. I was hurt… but I was happy.
> Exhausted, and justified and feeling rather put off
> about a lot of things… but in a peculiar way, at
> peace.
>
> A song came to me, then. It goes like this…
>
> I cry out, for Your hands of mercy to heal me
>
> I am weak, I need Your love to fill me
>
> O Lord, my God, my strength in weakness
>
> Come rescue me, O God…
>
> You are my Rock, Your promise never fails me
>
> And my desire is to follow You forever
>
> For You are good, for You are good
>
> For You are good to me…
>
> For You are good, for You are good, for You are good
> to me…
>
> That last line stuck, and repeated, and echoed, as
> if a second, and a third, and a fourth tongue was
> singing it, all with my own tones, all with my own
> voice, and the words struck me, and filled my
> thoughts. Something deeper within me, deeper than
> weariness, deeper than sadness, deeper even than the
> quiet which I claimed for my own, responded, and
> recognized and held it close as truth, so that my
> reality resonated with its meaning and I simply
> stopped the car, switched off the engine, and was
> immersed in the understanding of it all for a time.
>
> God is unfair. For all I have done, all I have
> suffered and sweated and cried and bled in His
> service, for all my deeds and duties and toil, the
> fact remains clear; I deserve not a tenth of what He
> has given me freely. God is unfair; He is good to
> me. Too good to me.
>
>
>
> -Victory Low,
>
> 11:23pm, Monday, April 05, 2004.
>

just wanted to say that ur mail sure did brighten up
my day. thanks for the encouragement, and yes, i must
say, God is truly unfairly good to me too.

u know what? one other thing for sure. nomatter how
any of our siblings might complain about how our
parents raised us (yes, anna. im talking bout u.
hehe), i know for sure that there's one thing they
definately did very well. the most important one of
all. and that is this source of strength that you
tapped on. we all have it. somewhere, deep inside us,
but just within reach, is this source i've always gone
to when im weary, and say, 'err...Lord? it's me
again....' and He's never failed me =) i know that is
supposed to apply to all christians, but really, not
all of them have it, and fewer still can instill it in
all their kids. so, we're doubly blessed =)

just me,
-ebbie-

* tRUST & OBey the LORD *