Ruins

Last weekend was epic beyond words. Sunday is always my favourite day of the week since it is always well spent. This Sunday, however, was a bit special because Brian Houston - senior pastor of my other 'home' in Sydney- came and preached his heart out. 

Had a bit of a teary moment because I miss that 'home' so so much, but then the gratitude of my present and what I get to do now is way stronger than my homesickness- it is well with my soul!

The best part is I get to listen to a new song (supposed to be on Hillsong's next album but we get a sneak peek. Yay!) and  the line sort of stuck in my head. Here's how it goes:

Let the ruins come to life

In the beauty of Your name

Rising up from the ashes

God forever You reign

And my soul will find refuge

In the shadow of Your wings

I will love you forever

And forever I'll sing

The word "ruins" somehow click with my soul immediately, and this idea pop in my head. What if our lives meant to be a collection of ruins? 

No, I'm not saying ruins as in failures and mistakes. 

Ruins are memorials that something great was built or done or happened there once. And the reasons that they let the ruins stay as it is, is because the thing that happened there once was the greatest thing that ever happened to that place up till now.

This is what ruins representing in my head. I want my life to be a series of ruins... A series of dreams/effort/work/fight/learning process that are well-spent until the last drop. And then we moved on. We built another series of events and (hopefully) turn all of them to ruins at the end. Something so great that when you look back, you are chocked with tears because you are so grateful it happens as well as the fact that it passes. 

Because you know the next one is gonna be better.

And we found peace and hope in the fact of that knowing. And one day, oh one day! Something greater will be built upon our ruins. Something that is not of or from us.

Something glorious, by His grace.

My heart is full. Bring on the next adventure!