Dear Lord, Thank You for being my God

I want to start by saying:

GOD IS AWSOME

Once again, He has shown me that He is so real and has led me and will always be there for me.

I am settling down quite well though some areas could be better but still, Glory be to God. All that worry, anxiety and fear did not get the better of me. Aus has its pros and cons.

I am currently doing Yr 11 and then Yr 12 in 2010 which will lead to university after Yr 12. According to my age, I am supposed to be in Yr 12, which is what Aussies to when they are 18. But the things studied at years 11 and 12 are closely related and there is a thing called OP score(which is added together by the end of yr 12), not to mention a big test, they will not let me enter yr12 unless I do 11, thus putting me in my current situation, making me one year older than everyone in my year...

After three weeks of school, I am still finding my feet and trying my best to make as many friends in school as possible. It is hard, I find it hard to relate to these people of totally different culture and upbringing.

Something happened during lunch time that completely stunned me. It was lunch time and so I decided to sit down with someone. He had his lunch and I had mine. He opens his lunch box and realizes his mum packed perfectly good looking fish and chips and this is what he says:"Oh man....fish and chips again? That's all my mum knows! Ewwww the chips are soggy. I think wont be eating them today"

Then he proceeded to throw his whole lunch into the bin. I stared, stunned and three very unpleasant words came to mind. Then again I thought this is a Private school so....they probably have truckloads of fish and chips to throw away. I wanted to advise him also cannot because part of me was already pissed off at how he just wasted good fish and chips! But dammit, what a waste of food!

See what I mean by I cant relate to people like that?

Another incident was during Graphics class. I am completely new to this subject and to make matters worse, all the others had at least 3 years of Graphics education and interestingly enough, all the drawings were done on computer. We were using AutoCAD, something which I was new to. So The kid next to me had already finished his drawing, all done, nice and flashy. I was having a problem with how to draw this particular thing so I asked him how he did his. This is what he said:" I don't know...... Go ask the teacher", giving me that pathetic smile and tone.

WHAT THE HELL! WANT TO LIE AND BE SELFISH ALSO DO IT WITH SOME BRAINS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

I guess this is how students in a private school behave huh? Just because they have lots of money, they think they are better than anyone, snobbish, prideful and arrogant. How am I going to mix with people like this...... This is going to be one interesting task. There is this Aus and Asian barrier there. But I know that with man, this is impossible but with God, all things are possible. So I will just surrender this unto the Lord to open ways.

Oh yea, many of them haven't got a clue where Malaysia is. They keep thinking I'm Korean for no reason. One of them though I was a Muslim when I said I'm Malaysian. Does Paul sound like a Muslim name? I was eating bacon sand-witch man.

Being a Christian college, naturally they would have Christian Fellowship. They call it ISCF(inter school christian fellowship)! Without thinking twice, I joined. Interesting how God can move people. One year ago I was standing in CFSMKSU and now I find myself in ISCF.

I was somewhat surprised at how different the two CFs are. The numbers are about the same. ISCF have their meetings during lunch time once a week, a small cell group meeting, a bible study meeting and a prayer meeting, each once a week. The guys in the CF seem like a nice bunch of boys. Different from all the other students. I would want to know them better.

Because this was a Christian based college, the ISCF is approved and support by the school and they won't have to face the threat of being shut down It is quite heavily dependant on teachers...... Which could be a good thing and a bad one. It is good because there are many experienced teachers teaching the right stuff. The down side is, the members might end up taking the CF for granted. We would have a different teacher speak to us or an invited speaker. We would also have events or socials as they call it, Once every three weeks. It is like an event where we meet up with CFs from other schools and have fun activites to bond and get to know other CFs.

Another thing that was surprising was that there was no praise and worship. Nor was there a worship team. How I miss Subang Utama CF. All the wonderful memorable times, the camps, the prayer meetings. Lol. (You wont appritiate something until you have lost it) ..... but non the less, this is where God has put me and there are many many things to be done and I will serve him in this CF he placed me in to the best way He wants me to.

In the area of spiritual growth, I am settling down well in a church. Hallelujah! Much better than I had expected. I am attending Hope Brisbane. Praise God for calling me there. It is a charismatic Church. My brother first introduced me to it years ago. I was kind of shocked, coming from an awsome Methodist Church. Many things were different in many ways. It is mainly comprised of university students and young working adults who come from overseas. Mostly Asians. Which brings the connection among members closers because we are all away from family and can now rely on each other as a family. I praise the Lord for bringing them into my life.

I feel the Lord slowly trying to reveal His plan to me right now as he is shaping my life. He never fails to amaze me to no end at how short termed and small we think but infact His plans for each one of us is HUGE beyond our comprehensions. For those who are going through a tough time, wondering where or what is God's plan and asking all the whys, know that the Lord wants to go with you through the fire, to build perseverence and that you will come forth as pure gold, fit for his Kingdom's work.