Like polished arrows

If life were to be described as food, mine would be an ice kacang. For non-Singaporeans, ice kacang is a Singaporean delicacy. Its sweet, its cold, colourful and something most Singaporeans look forward to for desert, after a hot, steamy, humid day in this rock we call home.

My life’s been sweet. In the beginning of the year, it could only be described as rocky road ice cream flavour, but God helped me break that rock to let me taste the sweet honey in it. *Sings sweet honey in the rock, sweet honey in the rock. For He tastes like honey in the rock. Oh, taste and see, that the Lord is good, for He tastes like honey in the rock.*
And the best part of the ice kacang, the little treasures that we find inside that heap of ice, the atapchi, cendol, jelly are like the little miracles in my life that He’s carefully set up for me to enjoy.
At times, while I enjoy my ice kacang, I get a brain freeze; just like how I freeze when my phone beeps with news that I passed my choir auditions or I have been offered a teaching position at NIE.
But soon after, the sweet juices of the ice kacang explode in my mouth and its texture and exotic flavour tingles my heart with inexplicable joy

He is so faithful, so mind blowingly good that sometimes I fall at His feet and cry because He found me, in the wreck that I was, and reminded me that I was made in His image. That my destiny’s been paid and assured for at the cross. I will not be afraid, nor will I be discouraged for He goes before me and will be with me; He will never leave me nor forsake me.

Now, let me go enjoy my ice kacang.