Walking with God

 I'm still enjoying watching people reacting to songs and music videos on YouTube. One music video that has shocked many is "What You Won't Do For Love" by Bobby Caldwell because it sounds so soulful that people expect the singer to be black until they discover he's white. Although I've heard that song loads of times, I've never watched the video or even knew what the singer looked like until now. I wasn't shocked or surprised when I saw him, as there are lots of white singers who have a soulful voice. I believe God has given people their unique voice with a talent to sing all kinds of songs that glorify Him, but humans have created different music genres based on culture and lifestyles that can create stereotypes. Speaking of stereotypes, one time when I was on a film set and chatting to this white lady, she told me I was very well spoken.  I knew she was implying that I was very well spoken for a black person.  I wasn't offended though. People ha...

When the bus I was waiting for was arriving, I looked out for cyclists.  A while back, when they started putting cycle lanes on pavements, to avoid collisions there was an announcement on buses reminding passengers to look out for cyclists when they are getting off the bus.   I've now become super-alert for cyclists whenever I am getting on and off buses, and crossing the road. In other words, my subconscious mind has been reprogrammed to include cyclists. I'm reminded of that verse in the Bible (Romans 12: 2) which teaches Christians to renew their minds. When you meditate on the Word of God/the Bible, your soul or subconscious mind is being reprogrammed so you get to live out God's will for you.  Years ago, I went through a period of extreme exhaustion and I wasn't able to work. I kept meditating on Isaiah 46: 4 (see verse below) and believing God was going to heal me.  After weeks of the same, my brother convinced me to see a doctor.  I registered with a...

A few months back, a friend and I were planning to meet up to celebrate my birthday, but she had to cancel because of work commitments. She suggested some dates she was available to meet, but the earliest date that worked for both of us was in early October. As soon as we met, my friend handed me a bag of gifts. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. As I was working that evening, I didn't open my gifts until a day later. n my goodie bag were a jumper, shoes, flip-flops, a scarf and sweets. She had even put some money in my belated birthday card.  I gave the flip-flops to my flatmate as I thought she could use them when she goes swimming. After I texted my friend to thank her, she replied: "God is good and a Generous God." She said she has more things to give me next time we meet up. Just like my friend had all these gifts for me for when I am open to receive them,  I believe God has infinite blessings for His children. As it is written: "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, ...

After I had finished scanning and paying for my stuff at the supermarket's self-checkout, I noticed this man scanning his receipt at the gate to let him out, but it didn't open. After trying twice, he pulled his phone out to, presumably, scan the receipt on his phone, but the gate remained closed. I said to him, "let me have a go."  As soon as I scanned the barcode on my receipt, the gate opened for me.  I told the man and the woman he was with to come through and they thanked me. The barcode reminds me of what Jesus told His disciples that He is the only way to the Father God.  All born again Christians are Christ's representatives, pointing the way to Christ. You can try as many barcodes as you like, but they're never going to open that Gate. Believe me, I've tried many barcodes and they were useless. I am the barcode opening the gate of the supermarket so others can walk through. 😀 ----- Relevant Bible verses: “You are the light of the world. A city th...

When I got on the bus, I went to sit upstairs as the lower deck was already full. The only window seats still available upstairs were at the back so I sat in one. As the journey progressed, lots of school kids came on and the bus became packed full. At the last stop we all started queueing up in the aisle. I let this man who was in the seat in front of me get in front of me to join the queue. As the queue moved forward, I let this woman in the next seat get in front of me. The woman let another passenger in front join the queue; and that passenger let the next passenger get in front of him; and so on. We all walked down the stairs. As I was getting off, I said thank you to the bus driver.  I heard someone behind me also saying thank you to the driver. Thank you, God, for our transport system in London and for all the kind and considerate passengers who travel on them. ❤️

This is a tail, I mean, tale of two cats:  a stray cat and one that has a home. The stray cat, called, Loudmouth is free to come and go as he pleases, but that freedom comes at a huge price. He has no home, no one to take care of him, and lives in constant fear. He gets food by either sneaking into people's homes to steal food or relies on the kindness of strangers to feed and pet him. (My flatmate regularly feeds him and I feed him occasionally). As soon as he's finished eating, he's off to his life of freedom.  In inclement weather, Loudmouth has to find a shelter somewhere. If Loudmouth is injured or sick, there's no one to take him to the vet or take care of his injuries unless someone decides to call a cat charity organisation.   Unlike Loudmouth, Zeus  (my flatmate's cat) has a home where he is loved and safe. While Zeus is relatively free to come and go, he has to abide by certain house rules: his mum keeps him indoors at night and when it's too cold or w...