It was a devastating night last night. I felt somehow betrayed and disappointed. Not sure if you know, but someone (big) came out to apologise for what was happening in his life and for what he has done. I was in shock, and very saddened. I was also very quick to judge and condemn, which is why I'd like to write about it now.

If you haven't already know, this person that I'm referring to is Israel Houghton. I was introduced to him as one of the most creative worship leader and musician. His music is really something and had touched many lives including mine. Having to read the statement he posted was heart-breaking. Here's what he wrote:

"It is with a collective heavy heart that we announce that after over 20 years of marriage and a long separation, Meleasa and I are officially divorced. Several years ago I failed and sinned in my marriage. Though this is new to many, it is not new to us as we have been working through this for over 5 years. Although we tried, the challenges in our relationship have proven too much to overcome. We have always handled our family and ministry with grace and generosity toward others, discretion, and privacy. So, for the sake of our amazing kids, we are also handling this privately with pastoral oversight and assistance. We choose to remain friendly and kind to each other going forward. I am in the process of restoration and I have repented for my actions. Although I am sincerely sorry, and forgiven, I soberly realize that I will live with the consequences of my failings for the rest of my life. As this has become a public matter I want to apologize to the many who have supported my ministry through the years. I'm sorry for the many who will be hurt to learn of my personal failure. I regret any pain or disappointment that this news may cause you. We thank you for your prayers and for allowing us to handle this privately with those who are set over us in this process.

The story that I'm about to tell might (hopefully) give you chills, but it's the good kinda chills. Ready? Here it goes.

I have an overseas mission trip this coming July and I will be travelling with a team of 12 people. As we are planning to book our flights, I recalled something very important - PASSPORT. I "knew" that I've misplaced it like 3 years ago but since I don't travel overseas much, I kept quiet about it... Mainly because I was saving myself from mummy's wrath. Knowing that I need my passport soon, I started looking for it again in my messy room but I gave up yesterday. I prayed that God would tell me where it is in my dream but nope, nothing. I looked up on the internet on the procedures needed to be done to get a new one and the first thing that I need to do is to make a police report and then present the report to the immigration office and after that, just follow instructions. I was told that the process will be tedious so I plan to make the report today (Sunday) and then go to the immigration office tomorrow.

After church, I went to the police station to find out that it's closed on Sundays. However, there's another one that is open. I went there and the officer said I need to get the report from the previous station that I went. Ahh!! This means I that I need to do whatever needed in one day.

So after I got home, I was just asking God in these exact words, "God, why didn't today go smoothly? Is it because you want to show me where my passport is?" Right after asking, I gained the hope and started searching again. I went to this particular spot where I previously searched over 10 times. Lo and behold, I saw this little red booklet. I took it out. It is my PASSPORT! I was in tears because I'm just so so so grateful that the God I worship is indeed a very good God, a very faithful God, a very REAL God.

Even when I have given up, He has not.

Hope this encouraged you to always trust, have faith and don't give up.

Thank you for reading!

Love,
Sheryn