Out and Aloud

🥾💭 “omg I want to skinny dip.”

“Noooo I have nothing prepared I’m gonna get sick it’ll be awkward maybe not this time I’m getting cold already.”

🫀💬‘Remember… to always follow your heart.’

*dip feet in water*
*dip legs in water*

“K screw it!!!”

🗣🏊🏻‍♀️ “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Pure bliss. 💫💫💫

The feeling of connection to nature… is something else. 🌊🌿

✅ Skinny dipping!
(Thank you Feronia for the towel 😭🙏🏻)

“We placed a swing in the middle of our office to remind us that children is and will always be at the centre of what we do.”

It’s funny how my friends ask “for work or personal reasons?” whenever I travel now. It’s a real privilege to have colleagues across 90+ countries of one mission - and I’m always refuelled and inspired every time I get to meet them across cultures and borders. I’ve made visiting other offices a part of my travels now when I can, even though it’s not a work trip. Because more than work-life balance… I long for work-life integration.

“When you let your heart TRANSFORM… you can change the world around you.” - Lam Bao Yan

Thank you for hosting me and the INCREDIBLE work you do with youth in Singapore! So glad to have finally met you in person. 🥳🧡

[11.04.2023] 有朋友自遠方來 (English in comments) ❤️🤍

作為一個移民，好小可以遇見細個一齊長大嘅好朋友。更加唔會諗到有一日我哋會為同樣的目標但唔同身份住喺同一個國家。

重遇有種唔真實，好似發緊夢。

一個團圓夾雜左喜樂 哀痛 感恩 疑惑 希望。為重遇而高興，為原因而失落。

喺難以置信嘅片刻，我哋擁抱，我哋謝恩。我哋為喺屋企痛哭緊嘅人而痛哭。為唔同以係屋企陪伴親友而悲傷。我哋也成為大家「屋企」嘅一部份，一齊繞過一座一座嘅山，分享無數嘅心聲。

我哋對比大家移民嘅旅途，作出嘅選擇，同上帝嘅安排。我哋比較文化、生活方式、政治、同社會問題。我哋為有希望嘅將來盼望，易為去到邊度都逃避唔到嘅貪婪和腐敗而感嘆。我哋討論作為移民嘅責任，如何保留家鄉嘅文化易尊重融入當地社會。我哋喺每個「家」應該如何去視移民？我哋又點樣睇自己？我哋點樣承接加拿大嘅自由同埋佢對原居民暴力嘅歷史同壓迫？我哋點樣批評家鄉所使嘅創傷同壓力，但亦都接納我哋因此擁有嘅堅毅力？

我哋為可以談話嘅機會而高興，
為需要談話嘅原因而失落。

但我好開心上帝揀咗加拿大俾你。正如感恩室入邊嗰個書法瓷器，希望我哋樂遊加拿大嘅落基山脉時，我哋會繼續銘記 「我 的 幫 助 從 造 天 地 的 耶 和 華 而 來 。」詩 篇 121 🏔

Welcome home. ❤️🤍

(English in comment section)

06.29.2023 // I’ve never done solo hikes without worries. But this time, I felt so prepared,
and so afraid.

My heart dropped in fear and I cried driving into the trail head.

I was so scared.

Scared for really hard trail conditions.
Not because I’m not ready for the unpredictability and harshness of the mountains. But because I am. And I’m down for whatever challenges God would throw at me to bring along another prophetic, unravelling, faith-building hike.

But what was scarier was to finally confront myself, confront the Lord, and to come face to face with the realities of my heart.

Grief.
Deprivation.
Devastation.
Rebellion.
Shame.

“Oh Lord, will You take me to Mount Sinai or walk me through the valley of death?

Will Your presence remain with me just the same, and will I trust with You just the same?”

My fear screamed the question,
and my Spirit whispered the answer.

The thunder forecast delayed by the hour as I hiked in with clear skies and set up camp right before it started raining.

What’s not captured is all the “com-praying” (complain-praying) and getting stopped and “sat down” multiple times by grieve and God for Father-Daughter talks. I fought Him as much as I facepalmed myself, and I cried it out on a rock as I waved the handsome Black Tusk goodbye.

“We will do this together.”

And all the mountains and lookouts and peaks cannot beat the the hours I spent journaling in my tent with the fly off ⛺️🌲🥰.

☀️ Burnt or kissed?
It might just be the same.

06.29.2023 // I’ve never done solo hikes without worries. But this time, I felt so prepared,
and so afraid.

My heart dropped in fear and I cried driving into the trail head.

I was so scared.

Scared for really hard trail conditions.
Not because I’m not ready for the unpredictability and harshness of the mountains. But because I am. And I’m down for whatever challenges God would throw at me to bring along another prophetic, unravelling, faith-building hike.

But what was scarier was to finally confront myself, confront the Lord, and to come face to face with the realities of my heart.

Grief.
Deprivation.
Devastation.
Rebellion.
Shame.

“Oh Lord, will You take me to Mount Sinai or walk me through the valley of death?

Will Your presence remain with me just the same, and will I trust with You just the same?”

My fear screamed the question,
and my Spirit whispered the answer.

The thunder forecast delayed by the hour as I hiked in with clear skies and set up camp right before it started raining.

What’s not captured is all the “com-praying” (complain-praying) and getting stopped and “sat down” multiple times by grieve and God for Father-Daughter talks. I fought Him as much as I facepalmed myself, and I cried it out on a rock as I waved the handsome Black Tusk goodbye.

And all the mountains and lookouts and peaks cannot beat the the hours I spent journaling in my tent with the fly off ⛺️🌲🥰.

☀️ Burnt or kissed?
It might just be the same.