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We came from 22 countries.

Vietnam. India. Philippines. Egypt. Papua New Guinea. Mongolia. Timor Leste. Australia. New Zealand. Hong Kong. Indonesia. Malaysia. Singapore. Thailand. Myanmar. UK. USA. And a few other countries in the region.

We came as lovers of the word and the Word.

Christian writers and publishers. Missionaries and pastors. Theologians and bible translators.

We came to mine and unearth words of hope for these troubled times. For self. For each other. And for the many needs in our region.

Every morning began with praise songs from a different language. Thai. Indonesian. Indian. And more. A taste of different tongues and different tribes.

And then we dived deep into big hairy issues in relation to our region.

  • Media and Social Media, Disinformation and Information
  • Helping to Form a Christian Worldview & Lifestyle
  • Fostering Mental Health and Resilience
  • Global Conflict and the Persecuted Church – Hope and Reconciliation

These are weighty issues and there is so much to unpack and reflect upon.

Often, there were no ready answers.

We learnt to be comfortable and uncomfortable with having many questions and no answers.

We heard firsthand accounts from participants operating in very challenging places.

We encouraged and prayed for one another.

We received varied perspectives for these troubled times.

And we sat with new friends of different stripes through table discussions, lunches and tea breaks.

We were different tongues, different tribes – finding common roots in the Word as one:

  • Reminded to employ wisdom and discernment in our words.
  • Exalted to be pursuers of peace and reconciliation.
  • Encouraged to find hope for ourselves, so we can offer hope to others.  
  • Challenged to be agents of grace, people of faith and lovers of truth.

And we anchored our focus on Christ as the Hope and Author of our lives.

“Indeed, if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.” – Proverbs 2:3-5

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Very privileged to be in CNA Women’s feature story alongside a line-up of amazing women who faced obstacles in life with grace and gumption.

Losing my voice at 28 years old to a rare voice disorder (right after my marriage and when my career was taking off) was the scariest time in my life. 😨

Giving up my job (with the fear of never being able to interview for another) was my biggest fear and risk. 😓

Starting out as a children’s book author in Singapore 17 years ago was the most humbling decision I made (Acquaintances asked how long I was going to keep at my hobby before I found a real job).😞

As I look back on this path less written about, I can truly say how thankful I am for God’s grace and mercies. 😊💝

As the conventional career door closed, a new door opened. One that opened me on a wondrous storied journey where I found a God-given voice.

Truly, I once was lost (without a voice) and now am found (with a new voice). 😶 🙌🏻

My heart overflows with a good theme; I address my verses to the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. – Psalm 45:1

Read the full feature story at CNA Lifestyle.

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On our recent family vacation in Tokyo, I experienced a pain in the left breast. Initially, I thought it was a stitch from a full day of walking in Disneyland. But the pain was localised in my left breast.

The pain went off after about 15 minutes when we were on the train back to the hotel. It came back a second time for another 15 minutes. When I reached the hotel, I did a breast check and felt a new lump.

The next day, I contacted my breast surgeon. I shared the symptoms and arranged an appointment to see her immediately when I returned to Singapore.

“Is it even possible?” I asked my doctor. After all, I had had a mastectomy and full reconstruction of my left breast.

My doctor simply said that she would need to examine me upon my return, and meanwhile, she would pray for me.

It wasn’t what I had wanted to hear. It was also day 4 of our vacation and we had 6 more days to go.

I have never considered the possibility of a recurrence since my breast surgery and chemotherapy seven years ago. I have always believed that I am healed.

I decided to put that out of my mind, enjoy my vacation and hold onto the faith that I am fully well.

When I finally saw my doctor, her initial prognosis was that she did not see anything alarming through the ultrasound scan. But she also could see the lump that I had felt and sent me for a more detailed MRI scan.

This fleeting pain and thorough examination turned out to be a significant moment for me.

Through an anatomy lesson from my doctor (which I am paraphrasing in my own writer-speak), I was reminded of a few things:

  • My left breast was fully scrapped clean, leaving an empty cavity to be filled.
  • As I chose to go natural (instead of silicon implant), that cavity was filled with my own flesh. Half of my right six-pack muscles and all my tummy fats were cut and tunnelled diagonally across (and inside) my body into an opening in my left breast cavity, with nerves and blood vessels intact.

      (Yes, I scored a flat tummy from this surgery 🙂 ).

  • The lump that I had felt in Japan was at the entrance of where my muscle and fats (folded like a croissant) had been pushed in to give me a new breast.

What happened since then?

  • The blood vessels from my transplanted 3-pack have died off. There was a shape change of that part of my muscle – it kind of clumped up, hence the new lump that I felt.
  • The rest of my new breast has formed new blood vessels with the surrounding tissue. In other words, it’s fully integrated.

And this was my spiritual takeaway:

This year marks 7 years since my breast cancer diagnosis, mastectomy and reconstruction surgery and chemotherapy.

  • In the week of my diagnosis and surgery, I had providentially received the same words 7 times – 7 No Matter Whats. And the 7th No Matter What ended with an assurance that I would come out of surgery victorious.

   I held onto those words and had entered the operating theatre without fear and came out without pain.

  • This recent pain in the breast time-marked 7 years from my breast cancer diagnosis and chemotherapy.

In this 7th year, my left breast has been made whole:

  • Some old connections and relationships ended (like the old transplanted blood vessels). I experienced pain with that loss.
  • But many new life connections have formed. Like the new blood vessels all around my left breast, nourishing my heart.

The old has passed and the new has come. The ‘implant of new flesh’ has been fully integrated.

I thank God for this restoration, rejuvenation and wholeness. And a significant moment of pause to receive this implanted word.

Related post: A Pebble in the Breast & 7 No Matter Whats

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Very blessed to just receive the accolade of being on the ‘Singapore 40 over 40 Inspiring Women 2023’ list with a group of amazing women. 💃🏻 And to see that the list includes two of my dear friends! Yay! 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻🥳👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

‘40 over 40’ celebrates women who restarted a career path, embarked on a new business adventure or sought out her passions as she approached the mid-point junction of her life. 👩🏻‍💻🕵🏻‍♀️🧑🏻‍🎓👩🏻‍🔧👩🏻‍🔬👩🏻‍🏫👩🏻‍✈️

Thank you to my new friend Candice Yeo who nominated me after I shared my personal story in a Heart2Heart Mum’s workshop. 🙏🏼💝

This initiative is the great work of Career Navigators SG to celebrate women who push boundaries to forge new paths, unlimited by age or gender. More about this initiative and the amazing women on this 2023 list at www.singapore40over40.com

Praise God for his favour in leading me on the write path that I could not have expected or imagined.

Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path

Psalm 119:105

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We are 25!

Commemorated our 25th wedding anniversary with a special dinner on the weekend after Caleb’s PSLE exams.

We celebrated our milestone occasion with our Life Group – friends whom we have journeyed with these past 20-30 years. Through thick and thin, sick and sin.

I kept copies of our wedding invitation (now 25 years old) and used them as name cards for seating arrangements around our table for 18. The ivory paper kept pristine quality.

Our marriage has taken us on a journey of

valleys and mountain top experiences,

desert stretches and green pastures,

drought seasons and overflows of living water.

Lost my voice. Found a new voice.

Lost a diseased breast. Received a clean breast.

Encountered other losses. Enjoyed things anew.

Through it all, we have received favour beyond what we could have asked for or imagined.

I can write books and many devotionals on these testimonies…
And I have been blessed to have done so 😊🙏🏼.

Job hazard…I cannot have a cake inscription that says: “Happy Anniversary”.

So, I came up with the wording first, then ordered my Vicky’s cake in the right size to fit the inscription.

And this sums up our 25 years…

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I was asked to contribute an article to Epworth Moments on my personal story, with a focus on how resilience played a part.

I believe my journey was one of searching for a lost voice and finding a new God-given voice. It was when I discovered that in my brokenness of voice, I have worth in my Maker’s eyes. I’m grateful for this writing voice of over 15 years now.

Epworth Moments is the official publication of Epworth Community Services, a non-profit social services agency that focuses on promoting mental well-being of children and youths by building strong families and imparting skills for resilient living.

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My Grandfather’s Rojak has a ‘grandmother’ story behind it because of how long and unusual the collaboration and process has been.

This is my 47th picture book and Alycia’s 1st.

I had taken part in Scholastic’s Picture Book Award competition three times earlier with experienced illustrators and did not get anywhere near being shortlisted. Being a biennial competition, that spanned 6 years.

For my 4th try, I wondered what I could do differently.

I was prompted to a name – Alycia Teo.

Alycia was a young Book Council staff who had been on the team involved in organising the Asian Festival of Children’s Content. We didn’t really know each other. Just before she left Book Council, we had a fleeting conversation where she had mentioned that she wanted to dabble a bit more in illustrations.

When I contacted Alycia, she was in between jobs. She had just returned from a six-month trip around New Zealand on her exploratory art journey.

At that time, I had only seen a couple of small spot illustrations that she had done as she didn’t have a portfolio. I went with that and asked if she would like to team up with me to submit an entry for the Scholastic competition.

She said yes.

I wrote my manuscript and Alycia had to come up with a full black and white storyboard plus a few fully coloured illustrations for our competition submission. At that time, I had my hands full with Littworld, an international Christian publishing conference that I was involved in organising and got down to writing the manuscript late. Then, Alycia had difficulty meeting the competition deadline as she was in the midst of looking for a new job.

Fortuitously, the competition deadline was extended. With an extra month, we managed to cobble our submission together.

One month after we submitted our entry in January 2019, my mum passed on.

Alycia came for the wake.

The results for the competition were announced on 5th September 2019 at Asian Festival of Children’s content, which was my late mum’s birthday. We placed top three in the competition.

Our book process went through many delays – Covid being the biggest delay which pushed back publication date and the start process.

It was followed by more delays when Alycia started planning for her wedding. Her wedding plans were in a flux with the constantly changing Safe Management Measures on guest numbers allowed at weddings as Singapore battled Covid. I attended her wedding via Zoom due to these measures.

And amidst all that, the book went on hold again.

For my first book Prince Bear & Pauper Bear, I was a 1st time author working with a 1st time illustrator.

After that, I only worked with experienced illustrators. As I churned out each new book (or ‘chiong’ in Singlish speak), I became more ‘efficient’ with my comments and turnaround. Sometimes, there was one initial meeting (or none). Everything else was dealt with through email very expeditiously.

My Grandfather’s Rojak is the 1st book where I had many meals with my illustrator.

I learnt to slow down to bring Alycia up to speed with the things to take note of when illustrating a picture book, since this was her first.

She appreciated discussing and getting feedback to her sketches and drafts.

We had many more conversations which had nothing to do with the creative work at hand.

Through our book journey together, we journeyed through several life markers together:

Alycia was searching for job direction.

She found a new job.

We submitted our competition entry in end Jan 2019.

My mum passed away in end Feb 2019.

We won 2nd runner up at AFCC in Sept 2019.

Our book was put on hold because of Covid.

Our book was put on hold because of Alycia’s wedding planning.

Alycia got married.

She started another new job.

One week later, My Grandfather’s Rojak was launched at AFCC 2023.

Through this unusually long journey, I saw God’s hand through the 4 ½ years from our joint submission to publication. We forged a new and precious friendship. We met several times and had many deep spiritual conversations about life. And we kept each other in prayer through several things.

In the process, God led me to unwittingly mentor Alycia through the process of birthing a book. (How did I not notice that till now? Lol.)

In My Grandfather’s Rojak, Guo’s teacher asked him and his classmates to do something differently for their school holiday project. Guo grappled with it as he did things in a set routine daily.

As I reflect on our just-published book, I now see how my creative process in this book journey paralleled Guo’s journey. I did this project differently. Like Guo, I emerged with a new perspective.

And God, my teacher, continues to teach me new things.

Teach me your way, Lord, that I may rely on your faithfulness;
give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name.

– Psalm 86:11

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Today marks the 4th year of Mum’s passing.

Thought I would commemorate this day with a memory of how my parents met:

Mum’s mother and Dad’s mother were family friends from the same municipality in China.

Dad first met Mum when he was helping his mother to sell cloth at Nelson Road market when he was in primary school. Mum’s father was selling coffee, tea and bread at a stall opposite Dad’s mother’s cloth stall.

Mum’s family stayed in a rental room nearby on the second floor. Sometimes, Dad’s mother would visit them and bring Dad along. He was very young so there were no romantic notions then.

The first time that Dad set eyes on Mum was when he was a police probationary inspector (about 22 years old) and Mum was a student nurse (about 18 years old). Dad was driving to work in his mini car. Mum was riding pillion on her eldest brother’s scooter when both the scooter and Dad’s mini came to a halt at the traffic light.

Mum’s brother was sending her to work and going to turn left into Singapore General Hospital.

Dad was headed straight towards Central Police Station.

Mum’s brother pointed Dad out to Mum as someone that their family knew.

That day, Dad and Mum set eyes on each other at that traffic light when it turned ‘red’.

Shortly after, both my grandmothers-to-be arranged a formal meeting together with Dad and Mum and encouraged them to see each other more often.

At that time, Dad had already dated a few girls. A Catherine. Then, a Veronica. Followed by a Doreen. And a fourth girl Ling who cooked for him.

He stopped seeing anyone else from that fateful parents’ meeting (or should I say faithful day).

From thereon, Dad and Mum started dating.

Two years later, they were married.

Their marriage lasted 50 years till Mum passed on.

Mum, remembering yours and Dad’s courtship story on this day of your passing four years ago.

“Love is patient, love is kind…It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails…”

1 Corinthians 13:4/7/8

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I’m honoured and grateful with the Public Service Medal (COVID-19) commendation to my co-creator Josef Lee and me for our small part played in this big Covid battle, for the informational Covid e-books that we produced for our community.

Josef and I had the God-given opportunity to collaborate with a ground-up voluntary initiative of paediatric doctors, helmed by Dr Darryl Lim for the Covid Home Recovery Programme, and later with the Ministry of Health in its efforts of involving our neighbourhood GP clinics, polyclinics and paediatric clinics in Covid-19 care as Singapore moved towards living with Covid-19. Josef and I communicated public health care protocols in simplified children’s picture book format for children and families which we disseminated through e-channels.  

There’s no way to say this except that I am a recipient of God’s unmerited favour. Only God’s hand could have inserted a children’s book author onto the list of 919 recipients of the Public Service Medal (COVID-19).

This list is part of the just-announced National Awards (COVID-19) which recognises individuals and teams who have made outstanding contributions to Singapore’s fight against the Covid-19 pandemic. About 9,500 individuals and 480 teams received the awards in 9 categories. The newspapers report this as adding up to over 100,000 individuals in the community, business and public service who went beyond the call of duty to help Singapore battle the pandemic.

When the pandemic struck in early 2020, I went into an existential crisis. I felt writing children’s books was non-essential (compared to being a healthcare worker or frontliner) and I questioned the purpose of writing in a pandemic. So I bought a sewing machine and started Sew Sow Good Stuff SG (a Covid fundraising initiative) with a few friends in support of a non-profit preschool serving underprivileged kids. We sewed stuff toys, designed essential services workers postcards, bundled them with my books and sold them for two successful rounds of fundraising. I felt at least I was making a minor contribution in this Covid fight.

Providentially, on my birthday week in October 2021, I received a texted message from my son’s former pediatrician. He had last seen Caleb 5 years back as we had switched to a family clinic once Caleb was older. That led to our working together on the 1st Covid e-book in support of the Covid Home Recovery programme. Darryl was helming a 50-persons strong volunteer pediatric team providing free telemedicine to Covid-positive kids on the Covid Home Recovery programme – this helped take the load off our public hospitals’ A&E units. Our children’s e-book was very well-received by the medical community and anxious families.

That led to our Ministry of Health Singapore approaching us to collab on a second Covid e-book shortly after as Singapore prepared to move towards living with Covid and involving GP clinics and family clinics in frontlines of the the Covid fight. Providentially, our ebook was released in February 2022 on the weekend when Covid cases were at its highest. Although it was a quiet release, it still went viral and circulation more than doubled that of the first ebook, which had received a lot of media support.

As I reflected upon all this, I realised that through all this, God had actually answered that existential question that I had grappled with at the start of Covid. In God’s hands, the children’s picture book medium had been used to serve the community on a national level issue in a way that I would not have been able to imagine. That I ended up working with professionals in the healthcare sector (the most frontline sector in this Covid battle) made this so much more meaningful for me. Receiving this national award commendation on top of all this has also reaffirmed for me the importance of writing for children and families.

So, I stand privileged as a scribe, in the shadows of frontline giants and warriors (and countless more who have worked tirelessly without recognition) who have banded together for the health, safety and good of our nation.

I am hugely grateful, deeply blessed and proudly Singaporean.

The full list of those receiving these national awards: https://www.pmo.gov.sg/National-Awards

Psalm 45:1 My heart overflows with a pleasing theme; I address my verses to the King; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.

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God Knows Leh #51 – The Story Behind I Can Recover at Home

God Knows Leh #35- What Do I Do If I’m Covid Positive?

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One of the biggest encouragements to an author is when your reader connects with your book and its characters deeply.

But when a reader believes that I had in fact written her story before I met her, is that something unexplainably mysteriously divine?

It started with the first storytelling of Marky Polo in Singapore at Times Waterway Punggol in October.

I caught H1N1 from my son at the start of the week and did not know if I would recover in time for the event.

(My friend Jean stepped in to do the storytelling with her two sons in my place and did a fantastic job of it. I only discovered after that she had done professional storytelling stints in her younger days. Truly Godsend.)

I recovered just in time and made it to the Times event. It was storming when I drove halfway across the island to Times Waterway Punggol, wondering if anyone would turn up for the event in such bad weather.

When I arrived, I was surprised at the strong turnout in spite of the weather and mentioned it to my publisher’s marketing person.

A lady next to me overheard and said to me, “If it encourages you, I drove from West Coast Park to Punggol with four kids to come for your event.”

She shared that she had read about it in the newspapers and follows my blog.

I was very encouraged.

When I did my Meet-and-Greet after the storytelling segment, I asked this lady to help me take some photos with her phone. It was unusual for me to ask a stranger to do this. As it turned out, she took the best photos of the event.

At Times bookstore event with SL and her kids in October 2022

I then asked SL to stay on so we could chat after the event. Unfortunately, illustrator Nic and I ended up autographing books for quite a while. So, SL left with her young kids who had gotten restless from the wait.

When I reached home, I felt I needed to say a proper thank you. So, I mailed SL a copy of Just Teddy (the Ps139:14 edition from my collaboration with Our Daily Bread Ministries).

When SL received it, she immediately requested to meet. I agreed.

When we met for a walk-a-chat at Botanic Gardens, I noticed that SL immediately tied her hair up and clipped up her fringe. I noticed a faint scar on her forehead.

It was only after our walk and at breakfast that she revealed why she had contacted me.

When she read Just Teddy, one page left a profound mark on her- the one where the little girl brought Just Teddy home and finally revealed a birthmark on her face. I had hidden that birthmark in most of the story with the girl’s hair. Also, I never mentioned anything about the birthmark in the story. It was only depicted through a few illustrations towards the end of the book.

This illustration drew out my new friend’s story. SL had been born with a long prominent birthmark that streaked down her forehead to in between her eyebrows. She grew up with a deep sense of rejection and used her fringe to hide that birthmark. She subsequently underwent two surgeries- one as a child and a second in her teenage years- to remove it. It took 50 stitches and a faint mark remains.

Just Teddy was premised on Ps 139:14. Just Teddy, an unusual teddy bear, goes in search of others who are like him but without success. So, he tries to fit in with the polar bears, pandas and penguins until he almost loses his identity. But he comes to realise that he is one-of-kind, fearfully and wonderfully made by his maker.

That was the same verse that SL had attributed to herself in April 2022 (6 months before I had mailed her Just Teddy). As she shared with me, she felt that I had written her story.

It’s a privilege to write for children. It is divine to write for the traumatised child within an adult and have the story connect so personally.

Like Just Teddy, I too struggled with self-acceptance when I came down with Spasmodic Dysphonia, a rare voice disorder for a decade. Through that journey, I was blessed with a new voice in writing children’s books and came to realise that I too am fearfully and wonderfully made by my Maker.

I can only say in awe that God, the Author of Life, can bring words to life so powerfully. That a little children’s picture book that I wrote can be used to communicate words of affirmation is beyond my comprehension.

Both SL’s and my stories are part of a bigger story – the Christmas story.

Christ came to earth as a newborn child on Christmas Day and died on the cross for me and cleansed my sins that marked my life and marred my image, so I could not see that I am a child of God.

On this Christmas Day, I celebrate Christ’s Day and remember Emmanuel- that God is with us- and that is the most life-giving miraculous story of all.

Psalm 139:14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

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