In January, for some reason I did poorly enough that my manager called me out in the department meeting as the staff who scored the lowest audit. I laughed it off to hide my shame, and assured my boss that I would do better in the months to come.
Outwardly, I seemed strong, but inside I was hurting from the condemnation.
On New Year’s night, I was browsing my Facebook page when I was suddenly prompted that my login session had expired and I was logged out. I tried logging in again, but my password no longer worked.
When a colleague called about a strange request he received from me on Facebook Messenger, I knew immediately that my account had been hacked. My response was, “Who is the culprit!? I want him out of my account!”
“S”—supportive. This implies I am someone who tends to play a support role better than a leadership role. That I am always on the agreeable side, and prefer to follow, not to lead. When I searched my heart, I knew that I did naturally tend to accommodate and value harmony, and I really had no desire to lead.
“Can you go to the supermarket now and buy a few bags of rice? Supply is depleting from the shelves!” my husband said, in a concerned manner.
It was the day major news outlets had just reported that Singapore’s Disease Outbreak Response System Condition (DORSCON) level had turned from yellow to orange.
That Sunday, when I realized that I had messed up the timing yet again, I started to feel angry at myself, and regretted not being able to join the full worship session from beginning.
In my early twenties, I hated being single. I thought it meant that I was unattractive and unwanted.
There was a period when I had offered to write almost one article a week to help my ministry team meet deadlines. Even though my command of English is ordinary, I love relating to God’s Word and began writing a lot of my experiences and thoughts.
I grew up with Ashley (not her real name) and we attended the same schools. We talked a lot about relationships when we were younger and the kind of married life we hoped for.
I used to wonder what my spiritual gift was. I thought it was ushering because someone suggested I help out as an usher.
Then one day, our pastor showed us a movie titled War Room. The main character was a faithful and God-loving woman who wrote down her prayers in a prayer closet and prayed about them daily.