Visiting Singapore has broadened my perspective in so many levels. I have been learning about systems, people and cultural differences, world views, perspectives, faith – life in general. There is so much to write about, I don’t even know where or how to start.

What I love most about this trip is not the scenic places my friends and some new friends I’ve gained along the way have so willingly brought me to nor the various cuisines that are easily available in almost every corner of every area (who knew you’d be able to try that much variety of food just by visiting one country?), although both are definitely a plus.  I’d say I have to rave more about the revelations that came with every conversation and interaction I’ve had with people I’ve met and talked to as far as my introversion has allowed.

I think of the lady driver who took us to Sentosa last week who drives the cab around the city in the morning and works as a private tutor in the afternoon to support her two sons who are now studying law in London and a daughter who is about to enter into Med School in Singapore. She does all these without any support from her husband.

Everything sounded so much like she was ranting about how hard life has been for her if not for a bewildering tone in her voice – that beautiful sound of hope and peace. I began to wonder why and then came up with a few assumptions in my head. “Maybe she’s just resilient or an optimist. But it can’t be just resilience. Or optimism. It must be something else.”

What she said, which she put in a string of words articulated through a Chinese-Singaporean-English accent, still rings in my head up until now.

“I spent so many years asking God why He allowed me to end up with a man like that. And I prayed and prayed that God would change him. I said, ‘God, change my husband. Change my husband.’ But you know what happened? I changed.”

She went on to tell us that she knows in her heart that if she were in a different situation, if her husband had been perfect, she wouldn’t have any reason to cling to Jesus more, that she wouldn’t experience God’s love and provision and grace like how she is experiencing it now.

And she wouldn’t have that riveting testimony to tell almost everyone who gets to ride in her cab.

Philip Yancey, in his book The Jesus I Never Knew captures the reality behind every testimony, every story of seeing life events as an opportunity for God to publicly display His affection for us:

“No one who meets Jesus ever stays the same.”

There are probably a million other stories that tell of changed hearts and lives I wouldn’t be able to hear of in my lifetime, but I’ve heard enough to know and believe Jesus is the beautiful twist to every story.

If you are finding it hard to believe today that there is a beautiful twist to your story, if you haven’t allowed Jesus into your story just yet, I pray that you will not be overcome by the pressures of this world, that you will succumb only to His unrelenting pursuit and unfailing love, and that you will allow only Him to finish whatever it is that He has started writing for you.

Here’s a song that is a melodic tapestry of stories made beautiful by Him, in Him, and through Him.

Amy she lives down the street
And her husband left her just last week.
She feels like giving up,
But she’s holding on to hope.

John lost his job six months ago.
He’s got a wife, three kids at home.
Doesn’t know what to do,
He’s praying for a breakthrough.

Some wanna raise a fist up high,
Blame all the hard things on the Father in the sky,
But He hears when we call.
We can trust him through it all.

He’s the God of every story,
He sees each tear that falls.
We may not understand but one thing is certain.
He is faithful, He’s a faithful God.

Jordan’s had a lifetime of hard days
And all the pills won’t take the pain away,
But before he hits the ground
He see Mercy reaching down.

He’s the God of every story,
He sees each tear that falls.
We may not understand but one thing is certain.
He is faithful, He’s a faithful God.

His ways are holier
Than we could ever comprehend.
When our world is shaking,
He holds us in the palm of His hand.

Young Martin is thankful he’s alive;
The doctors said he might not survive.
That was seven years ago…
What a miracle.

And now there’s this new baby girl
And with one breath she’s changed our whole world.
Some say she looks like dad,
But she looks like grace to me.
Your grace to me.

You’re the God of every story,
You see each tear that falls.
We may not understand but one thing is certain.
You are faithful, You are faithful.

You’re the God of every story,
No matter what I’m going through.
I may not understand, You are God and I am just a man.
Yeah I’m forever trusting in Your plan.
One thing is certain
You are faithful, You’re faithful God.

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