The story began in this little room…
I must have lived in this small room for 2-3 years?
Started flatting with some years the second year in Christchurch, New Zealand. Four of us lived together, I chose the smallest of the four rooms on purpose because it was cheaper and it would not be too cold in winter as well. I had no money to buy a good heater and I had no electric blanket as well…
It seems we are tougher when we have no money, haha~
I was living in this small room…
I studied in this small room…
I worried about having not enough money in this room…
I prayed in this small room…
I experienced the provision of God in this small room…
I experienced God in this small room and told Him a lot of things in here…
I started writing my own songs in this small room…
There are many stories in this small room, that is why I said the story began here…
Who would have thought the prayer in this little room started my inspiration to write songs?
Who would have thought this little room would cultivate a future Gospel song-writer and singer?
Who would have thought this little room would give me so many pleasant memories?
And who would have thought this little room would take care of a future pastor?
Just an ordinary little room, nothing attractive about it, yet it could have a big contribution.
Therefore, do not despise yourself thinking you are ordinary and insignificant, as long as you are willing, your little contribution can build up and bless many people and bring unexpected results.
I really loved this small room, and it was renovated and touched up later too by the landlord.
I liked to put on my own design and decoration, trying to show prove my own identity and show I was creative too, haha!
However much I loved this little room, in the end I had to leave too…
I moved to another house later because after renovation, the rent was increased too, so I had to look for another place where I could afford the rent…
Though in the end I had to leave this little room, this little room had not left my heart till this day…