Crafted In The Perfect Image of God

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I have been watching many pottery videos lately. I find it soothing to see each rotation and pressure creates an object that is perfectly balanced in width, thickness and height. And I am always so amazed of how beautiful the end result be, not one of them will ever be the same as they were created each individually by the potter’s hands. There were no mold used, only steady pressures from the potter’s fingers and hands, balancing the whole clay as it is expanded and stretched to it’s maximum and most beautiful forms. Just like us, human, in order for us to be shaped in God’s perfect image, we are held in balance, our faith is stretched through what we feels as problems and things that is not going right according to our plan. But our vision is so small, we could not see what shape our creature want us  to be. And I really like the idea of God holding us in His balance (not ours), and that he will only put enough pressure that we could handle. God is our potter and he created us with such gracious and precise tensions.

There is however one thing that I do not particularly like when I was watching the pottery video. It is the part when even after being stretched and dried, what I believe was already beautiful shape is not yet perfect in the eyes of the potter. He then started to use tools to scrape off the surface of his works. As a person who does not like to waste resources, I really do not like this process. It is a waste of clay and besides the vase or pots are already beautiful the way it is. That was my thought before the potters started the smoothing process ( I am not sure if ‘smoothing’ is the correct term, but you get what I mean). But with time, observing the many clays that was slowly being scraped off, I could see a smooth surface that made the end result a perfect creation.

Looking  at it as my reflection topic of the week, just like me who are already happy with who I am, whatever surface or traits that I have, It seems that God works on me everyday to get rid of the imperfect surface that I have. It is uncomfortable, sometimes painful, because what I know as good and perfect is not in line with what God see as perfect. As the many traits that I believed was good enough was striped off me, the uncomfortable and pain will soon be healed, and be replaced with understanding of what is a real perfect in the eyes of God.

I believe that God is such a great potter, who knows just how much we could take to be the perfect creation that He desires us to be. It all starts with surrender and believe that in God’s hands, everything will be well.

Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.

-Isaiah 64:8

 

Till next time

 

//Irene

 

What Would Your Dark Side Taste Like?

I love food, and I relate with it in my life in so many levels. Emotions, experience, people. That is what I remembered when I eat, or remember about certain food. I bump into an old post that I starred on recipe of a dark chocolate cupcakes. While I was reading through the recipe and the story, the word dark makes me question myself, What would my dark side taste like?

These are the words/falvour/texture that I have in mind:

Chocolate – Dark

Light whipped cream

Sour berry surprises

Earl Grey

Salted caramel

 

I am thinking to make cupcake or cake recipe that could capture all of the dark side taste of mine. Hmm.

What would your dark side taste like??

//Irene

 

 

 

 

 

Blank Polaroids – The Case of Underexposure

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For the past few months, I have been so hooked on posting picture on Instagram and also on stalking people with thousands of followers and likes on their photos. I even thought on making instagram as more than a hobby and making money from just posting photos (oh yea lady can dream). I started for a couple of days, and realised that I do not have that much photo to share at all.

Then it made me question about my life. What is it that I have that I can share to the world? Have I gone out trying new restaurants lately? Have I booked that flight that will bring me to the other side of the world where greens are greens, and where weather do not joke around with people’s outfit of the day? Have I gone out recently to just enjoy the cool breeze and the beautiful pavements? even an ordinary pavements if you keep on looking at it it will somehow look extraordinary and special and strange (try it!). Have I spent enough time with friends and family to have a genuine relationship? Have I exposed myself enough to the greatest and the most ordinary side and dimensions of the world?

Have you?

Maybe this is the reminder to myself, to go out there and to have better understanding of my own space and surroundings, to feel more, to start doing and to think less.

Let us go out more, read more, experience more. Extra photos are just the extra benefit.

//Irene

How Much Have We Grown?

Every lunch time I will be sitting in the kitchen area of my office where I could see the outdoor area through the glass wall. And it has been a few times when I look out and realised that the same big tree has changed, from season to season, from leave-less to full-grown tree. Then it makes me think, how much has the tree grown this year?

How much have I grown compared to the past year?

It suddenly hit me that I have lived for more than 28 years. How big would I be if I were a tree? What kind of leaves would I have? what fruits would I bear? How strong would my root be? Would I grow on the right strong and reliable soil? Or would I make the soil below me stronger with my root?

The Journey to Perfection

Everybody wants to be perfect, but the one thing that makes us human is our imperfections. It says a lot about what life is about, it is our purpose in this life to:

1- Learn and keep on improving on ourselves to be the better version of ourselves each and everyday

2- Help each other to reach the best version of ourselves.

3- And maybe, we do not have to always focus on our shortcomings, but focusing on what we are good at and perfect it instead.

I would like to talk more about my third point. I believe it is always easier to spot our shortcomings than realising what our gifts and talents are.

“I am not bright enough”

“I am not slim enough”

“I am not good enough”

Just like the fish who were taught that s/he is stupid for not being able to climb a tree, it is very easy to then sulk on our imperfections and beat ourselves for being who we are. Each and everyone of us in this world was born with individual characteristics and talents that makes us Us and only US.

Mina may have struggled in math, but she is very good at linguistic skills. If she worked on strengthening her skill, she may become a great author, professor, or respected news anchor. But if she believes that she needs to master math to be like everyone else, she might lose out on the best path and the most suitable path that she would have taken. Besides, it will take much more time for her to master math. This means lots of wasted time that she could have used to accelerate herself in her linguistic skills. 

I think the key point to take here is we need to own our lives and decide on what is right for us. We should not let anyone else decide for us and let them tell us what is right for us. Likewise, we should not interfere with other people who are still unsure of which path they should take. We do not know better, and will not know better no matter how many years more experience that we have compared to them. They need to dig deep and figure out for it themselves.

Let us help each other to become the best version of ourselves. Let us not force our views to other people. But instead, let us all be supportive of others’ dreams and never look down on them. Then, we could all be the perfect bunch of successful imperfect people.

 

Cheers to the smooth journey to perfection

//

Irene

 

 

Are We (Dis)connecting?

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I had my day off today, but scheduled to see my physiotherapist very early this morning. I have known him for years. He is in his forties and he picked up an interesting topic to talk about today during the appointment time. We talked about how technology makes us disconnected to our surrounding rather than connecting. I think this is something that everyone is aware off now. But what really strikes me today is when he talked about how generation nowadays constantly seek assurance from devices and other people. He was using the analogy of flat battery and how it makes us react. We would normally tell the party who we have appointment with that our battery is running low and we will see this person at X time at Y place. We know we will be there in time, but we would not be sure if the other party will appear. But if we are the person who are receiving the text, I know that I will make sure that i get there on time so my friend will not need to wait alone. As the younger generation who tasted both world before and after smart phones, this example happens around me all the time. My peers make appointment as 3pm-ish, rather than at 3pm and expecting to contact people around 3 to find whereabout other people are, and sometimes (not always), people don’t turn up and might cancel last minute.

On my way home, I thought about the conversation I had, where people are constantly distracted by phones while catching up with friends. What we forget was that not being in the moment with the people we physically spent time with is the same with disrespecting the other party. Because we did not respect the time that he/she has especially made to see us. We are all busy, only have 24 hours a day. Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone respects each others effort to see each other and make the precious short moment worthwhile?

So my homework to take home today, is to be fully present in the moment, pay more attention to the people I share my time and space with, and absorb the moment that we share together get to know each other even deeper. Before long, we will reach the end of our lives, so let’s make our time in this world to be more meaningful to other people and to ourselves.

To be present, to listen and be heard, the missing compassion.

blessings

//

Irene

Why We Should Pick Up the Broken Pieces

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Yesterday, on my way back from work to home, I walked pass a slab of white board lying in the middle of a quiet alley. The board looks new and I can see the wheels marks on it, showing how it has been ran over by a car. I could also spot a broken  pieces of corner of this board. But overall, the board is still in a huge slab with only tiny chipped corner. The board was not mine, nor I can be bothered to move the board so it could stand on the side of the road preventing it from being ran over again by other cars. So, I left the board where I saw it.

The next day, I walked passed the same alley and I could see that there were more wheels mark, and the board was broken into more smaller pieces.

This makes me think of what we could have done to ourselves in our daily life. We are all broken people. Some managed to pick up their pieces, safe it from more damaged, and even carved it into something more beautiful and creates strength, or what we called resilience. Some are not so strong nor prepared nor be bothered to pick up the pieces, and they become more and more broken, with no resolution.

Likewise in solving problems in our lives. We need to nip problems in the bud, when it is small and manageable. Leaving it might make things worse, harder to solve, or even create a more uncomfortable experience of life.

Those are the two lessons I learnt today, like a reminder to be more agile in life.

 

Could you relate to this story?

 

//

Irene