My Hope Sg

I missed the My Hope party with BFC. Never mind, cos' there's one being held at home right now. My family's playing host, everyone's in the living room and I'm here blogging in the dining room.

Some BFC peeps came over for awhile just now..

Honestly, I was a little nervous for my dad when he started sharing about his life, his own testimony. I thought it was a little awkward for him to share in front of his ex-classmates and their wives cos' they were all looking at him with "why are you doing this" written across their faces. But he managed to do it anyway and...I must say I'm proud of my daddy for mustering that courage to share.

Of course, my mum shared too. Then this other uncle and auntie who're Christians shared their own testimonies. Then the adults started talking and discussing about Christianity, about people and why they wanna become Christians, why they don't, about temples and how guanyin was actually an Indian man and then somehow he became a she, etc. It was really quite interesting.

I never knew this part of my parents' story whereby my mum wanted to go to the medium/temple to pray but my dad refused, and she was upset when her grandmother died and my dad refused to even hold the joss sticks.

Cool.

I don't even know what my story is. I only remember singing a song in church camp during the childrens' programme when I was in P2 or P3, it goes like,

Into my heart
Into my heart
Come into my heart, Lord Jesus
Come in today, come in to stay
Come into my heart, Lord Jesus

Then I just started crying and I didn't even know why I was crying. Nobody else knew about it, no one but myself. Cool huh. God touches the little children too.

Ok, I have to blog about my Penang trip and the handbell outing and the NAC competition thingy. Lol.