Contributed by Darren Lim • Dec 23, 2025
It is the end of the year again. And as with all year ends, I naturally settle into a reflective mood. It is my tendency to dwell mostly on regrets – how I could have shown up better as a spouse and a father, how I could have been more patient and tactful in helping my team and peers at work better understand some of the difficult organisational decisions the leadership had to make.
While it may be justified to discipline my boys, it could have been done with a great deal less shouting and harsh words. Though decisions had to be made in the best interest of the company, I should have done more to cushion the blow.
Pastor Janan asked if I am genuine in coming before Jesus, acknowledging Him as King of Kings and Lord of Lords. If I am truly honest with myself, a part of me just isn’t fully present during Celebration even though I made the genuine decision to come before Him in devoted worship. An inner part – a hollow part – dwells in this never ending loop of failures whilst earnest praise and adoration escapes from my lips, joining the harmonious chorus of worship reaching to the heavens.
I draw strength and a hearty measure of comfort from being reminded that I am His precious treasure. Jesus went out of His way to find and rescue me – one lost sheep out of the 100s and 1000s of others, unworthy as I am. The very act of contemplating turning in repentance and towards worship of His holiness is less so due to a human resolve and more a testament of God’s Spirit quickening my heart. And it is precisely these moments where I have fallen short that I am grateful for the graciousness shown by our Father. His quiet whisper of “I love you” and “You are my precious treasure” transcends all of life and its present troubles. It echoes to eternity.
Thank you Father. Thank you Lord Jesus.
