When you feel weakest, dangers surround,
Subtle temptations, troubles abound,
Nothing seems hopeful, nothing seems glad.
All is despairing ; oftentimes sad.
Refrain:
Keep on believing, Jesus is near.
Keep on believing, there’s nothing to fear ;
Keep on believing, this is the way :
Faith in the night as well as the day.
If all were easy, if all were bright.
Where would the cross be ? where would the fight ?
But in the hardness God gives to you
Chances of proving what He can do.
God is your wisdom, God is your might ;
God’s ever near you, guiding the right ;
He understands you, knows all you need ;
Trusting in Him you’ll surely succeed.
still one of my favourite songs.
precious are the little snippets of memory from melbourne.
the first day i woke up in a strange country, beginning to know God's presence ever with me. the night with a deafening silence, the spacious empty room in the suburbs.
the pouring rain in which i met shulin, who brought me to drummond st, and ss, the first person to greet me when i enter the hall.
at 422 collins street, with ian and glenn helping to fix my ikea table, when my neighbour came to my apartment to climb over to his apartment cos he forgot his keys.
those mornings just conversing with God. those nights listening to the distant music in the alleys.
that special bday. a takeaway dinner each at that white round table, a relief from my distraught design.
precious friends who care enough to put down all to come, with snacks and jokes, to cheer and to lift.
making soya bean milk with linjiejie!
bedbugs :(
the guitar sessions before i moved to the shoebox at 200 latrobe street.
my tiny cosy little room. the struggles at night for my essays, on bended knees, teary eyes.
the mushroom broccoli for dinners and love-packed snacks when i go to the airport.
shingles and the fruitful (literally) week of recovery.
arrow on swanston. the cleaning nightmare ewwwww
my little blue room, my wall of messages, from my friends and my God
the weary nights, singspiration at bible study, a common strength when we are weary, a common hope for tomorrow, a common joy in the truth of God's Word
the times of intimacy, when it was just me and God, in the wee hours, in blessed quietness, me and my God
the times of learning, the times of growing, when His Word became life to me
starting my day in uni, the sunlight streaming through those huge windows, the email devotion preparing me for the day ahead, each moment drawing strength and breath from Him.
each moment it was just Him and me.
why is it so different now?