hope for the hopeless, rest for the weary...

I have been thinking of coming to my blog for the past 4-5 days and finally! Goodness gracious me! I am back here again!

I wanted to share especially about my experience during ministry last saturday. I went to 2 places for my ministry. First off I was at Old Airport road where I usually go. Quite a lot of the residents in that place do have a pet dog. The usual response from them is barking at me when I am at the door or passing by. Last saturday was the most hilarious. I have no idea how the dog did it, it actually was able to bite on to my jeans and pull it! Goodness! Even with a metal grille door, it still was able to do that, the dog is not a small dog. I was super amazed by how good that dog is. So there's my very first time I got bitten by a dog. sounds kind of corny isn't it?

The main focus is after my time at Old Airport. I then travelled to Clementi to visit an Old Folks Home in that area with other volunteers from CHCSA. Initially I thought it is a normal elderly visit where we will just entertain the elderly and give them some gifts. Little did I know, it etched deeply in my memory. The home houses about 200++ elderly and many of them were abandoned by their families. The staff shared with us that many of the elderly were abandoned because they turned senile. When I heard this, I almost cried. Another thing that impacted me the most is an elderly lady. She is always smiling and she kept telling us that her child / granddaughter is coming to visit her but what I didn't know is that the elderly is actually senile (according to the level I sent her back after we finish our visit). I really wondered has her waiting for her loved ones turned her senile or it was just a story told to her to make her time at the home better. Emotions at that place for me was really strong. I didn't know what to expect.

I left that place wondering about many things. The greatest thing is that after seeing this, it makes me wanting to help my community more.

The little window

I sat in a room unlit;
looking back at how things were.
Far were the days,
where laughter ached my belly!

Treasured memories and unsung tales
accompanied me through my journey.
Yet tales of my journey
were not heard by any.

Visitors with alien tongues
visit me once every many.
Yet where are the visitors
that are dear compared to many?

The little window beside me
allowed me to think back of things around me.
Far were the days
where people called me 'their family'.

'Oh little window!
show me more than scenery,
show me a warmth
that is treasured by not one but many'

This poem came to me unexpectedly... It somehow was very 'victim-minded'. Honestly, I am still very shaken by that visit. thinking back still send mixed feelings all over me.