   
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed the set of footprints in the sand, one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, you 'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troubled times of my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why you would leave me when I needed you most."
The Lord replied,"My child. My precious child. I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
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~Footprints of my Life~
 The man in the video has got amazing talent. His singing touched me so much that I burst into tears! The video is an excerpt of 'Britain's Got Talent' TV show, Britain's equivalent of 'American Idol'. Watch it yourself to find out what I mean. MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 2:20 PM | 0 footprints
Time is really really running short and so I shall just summarise what has happened in the past few weeks of my life... =) 1) Church camp was extremely fun. The organisers put in loads of hardword to bind the people in church together.... I don't know how well it worked for other groups but it worked well in my group 'Teh Tarik' ...haha ..at least after the camp, I really do feel more comfortable talking to the people who were in my grp now =) 2) My moving is more or less done now...It has to (I am starting work on monday already!)... although there a few minor irritations like for instance now, I just remembered that I forgot to bring my sport shoes.....Argh! There are always one or two things which I forget and I have to go back home to get them.... Now you know what I am busy with.... and now I know moving from one place to another is NO JOKE. 3) School - I got a corner seat too (same as you, ah yap!) but my seat is the nearest to the big door (da men) so I am not expecting myself to have too much of a privacy there. Just got the seat on friday so there's no time for decoration...for the time being, I am just trying my best to sort whatever things that are given to me into files so that my table won't look so messy... Something that I am really happy about is that I have been placed in the pastoral committee of the school. Pastoral is an area which I have an interest in and also it will mean that I will have more chances of working closely with my 2 former CTs - Emily and Mrs. Lee who have been like mothers to me during my 2nd practicum....yay! On the class and level that I will be teaching......it's something which I did not expect... I will be the form teacher of LOVE 1! Yes, you got that right. I got a p1 class. Emily told me that taking a p1 class will bring out the 'mother' in me coz it will needs lots of patience....I certainly hope that is true and that taking a p1 class will not bring out the 'monster' in me....hahaha! Oh yes, some information to share.... my convocation (yay, finally!) It will be on the 23rd July (Monday) at 6 pm (shld end at ard 730 pm)....If you can come, that will be great! =) But if you can't, just think of me at home and send me an sms lar...I will be equally happy also...haha =) Offiically 1+ day to teaching....looking forward to it but at the same time, also quite concerned abt whether I can cope with the responsibilities and the workload....well, enough ranting, I really need to draw strength from the Lord and trust in His goodness! MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 9:33 PM | 0 footprints
....and I thank God that He is giving me one.... All these moving, sorting, packing is taking a toll on me...I can't wait to give my mind a good rest when I finally attend GPC's church camp this coming wednesday. I am praying that this church camp will not only allow me to know other church members better but also give me the time to reflect on my relationship with God and His direction for my life. =) MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 10:20 PM | 0 footprints
 I have been busy with a book lately and its 'The City of Joy" by Dominique Lapierre. I am not even halfway through the book yet but it has already moved me to tears on several occasions. But what touched me immensely was chapter 17 which provided an answer to why human suffering was still prevalent on earth.Below is an excerpt of chapter 17 of the book 'The City of Joy". What age might she be? Certainly younger than she looked. Forty at the very most. As if her blindness were not enough, leprosy had reduced her hands to stumps and eaten away her face. The widow of one of the municipality's lesser employees, she had lived in the slum for twenty years. Some sixth sense always alerted her to Kolvaski's (a Polish Catholic priest who lived amongst the slums alongside with the poorest of the poor of Calcutta) arrival. As soon as she sensed him approaching, she would make an attempt to tidy herself. With what was left of her hands she would smooth down her hair; a touching gesture of coquetry amid such utter degradation. Next she would tidy up the area around her, groping to rearrange a tattered cushion for her visitor. "Father, I do so wish the good Lord would come and fetch me at last. Why won't you ask him to?" the woman asked. "If the good Lord keeps you here with us, Grandma, it's because he still needs you here." Kolvaski replied. "Father, if I have to continue suffering, I am ready to do so, " she said. "Above all I'm ready to pray for other people, to help them endure their own suffering." That evening Stephan Kolvaski was to jot down in his diary: "That woman knows that her suffering is not useless and I affirm that God wants to use her suffering to help others endure theirs." A few lines further on he concluded: "That is why my prayer for this poor woman must not be one of sadness. Her suffering is like that of Christ on the Cross; it is constructive and redemptive. It is full of hope. Every time I leave the hover where my sister, the blind leper woman, lives, I come away revitalized. So how can one despair in this slum of Anand Nagar (indian name for City of Joy)? In truth, this place deserves its name, City of Joy." MaRGaReT left her footprint @ 11:15 PM | 0 footprints
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