I am sitting in a quiet hotel room in Glasgow at the tail end of an awe-filled three-week visit with my husband, still soaking under the deluge of God’s grace and kindness over us.
It’s difficult to distill overflowing emotions into words, but try I must—so let me begin by backtracking a little.
A couple of months ago, Gold90 FM played an old song I hadn’t heard in years, and instantly, memories from another era flooded my mind. A sentimental tear escaped as nostalgia washed over me. I sighed deeply and wondered if my husband and I would ever again enjoy the kind of road trips we took when we were newly married—those carefree days when love, youth, and freedom danced together with no map and no worry about tomorrow.
Life then was one big question mark with no answers, and that was perfectly fine. In fact, it was wondrously exciting. We were young. We were beautiful. We were in love. That was all that mattered. Those were, truly, some of the best times of our lives.
As the song faded, a deep longing to go back in time welled up within me. But reality reasserted itself, and I switched off the radio—back to the present, back to routine.
Fast forward a few months later: my perpetually busy husband decided to align his business meetings with mine and accompany me to Glasgow so we could spend a few days together before our respective schedules took over. I was thankful and delighted.
But God had other plans. “Suddenly,” my husband was asked to attend additional meetings—ten days after our planned return to Singapore!
What now? Should we stick to our original itinerary, or be flexible and stay longer?
The heart tugged toward flexibility. We extended our trip. Ten days became three whole weeks.
Then came the question: how should we spend those bonus days together without getting on each other’s nerves?
“Let’s drive around the Highlands,” my husband suggested.
As lovely as that sounded, my mind began to race. Ten days of driving? At our age? In winter? On strange roads? What if there’s an emergency? What if… what if… what if?
Have you ever made a list of “what ifs”? I don’t usually—but this time, I confess, my faith began to falter.
Reading all the foreboding weather forecasts, counting the extra costs, and listening to others’ opinions began to drown out the still, small voice of faith. I let the natural signs around me blind me to the divine gift God was placing right in front of me—literally handing it to me!
Had He not been there when that old song stirred my heart months ago, awakening a longing for those carefree days? And is He not a good Father who delights in giving good gifts to His children?
Patiently, lovingly, He waited for me to step out of my foolishness and whispered: “Just trust Me.”
Convicted, I repented. I asked my prayer community to cover us and submitted to my husband’s plan.
And oh, how glad I am that I did!
What an incredible three weeks it has been. The weather turned out PERFECT. The Highlands were BREATHTAKING. The manifest beauty of God in His creation filled us with holy awe. Our jaded souls were healed. Our spirits were refreshed. Our bodies were renewed. We breathed in heaven’s pure air, and our cups overflowed with fresh oil. Almost every single day, rainbows appeared—bright, sudden reminders of His covenant faithfulness. Glory to God!
We felt His embrace carrying us through each day, even through a few tricky driving moments where His angels clearly intervened.
Together we revisited the home of nostalgia—listening to old songs, driving through rolling hills and golden valleys, remembering the past with smiles and sometimes tears. It felt like a sacred pause—a capsule of time crafted by God, just for us.
And as I reflected, the Holy Spirit whispered:
“Isn’t this how the Bridegroom longs for His Bride?”
How He yearns for her to come away with Him—to rest, to delight in His presence, to celebrate milestones together?
“My lover said to me, ‘Rise up, my darling! Come away with me, my fair one!’”
— Song of Songs 2:10
How have we allowed religion to morph Him into a taskmaster—keeping track of our activities and performance? Or a distant deity who must be persuaded to be kind?
How often do we, like I did, reject His desire to pour out lavish gifts upon us—simply because of fear, unbelief, or our inability to trust His will, not His ability, to do the impossible?
“Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it with good things.”
— Psalm 81:10
Such extravagant love. Such abundant generosity. Such undeserved grace. These are not reserved for a select few—they are for every child of God.
If you belong to Him, you have access to all His Yes and Amen promises.
He stands before you now with arms wide open, longing to lavish His kindness upon you. All He asks is that you love Him and seek His Kingdom first—then everything else will fall perfectly into place.
