Davin Indah Love story

Two weeks ago, I was feeling so down and desperate that I didn’t even know what to pray for anymore. During midday Mass at the Church of St. Mary of the Angels, I broke down and cried hopelessly during the Eucharist. All I could say was,  “Help me, Lord. I am drowning and don’t know what to do.” In that moment, I imagined myself like St. Peter when he began to sink after stepping out onto the water to walk toward Jesus. He saw the storm, panicked, and began to drown—yet Jesus reached out His hand to save him. I felt the same way, needing His hand to lift me up. After Mass, I messaged my supplier to check on some stock because I had a customer preparing to travel to Finland. To my surprise, she told me her shop would be closed in October for renovations and only reopen in November. I was puzzled, but I realized I had no choice—I needed to go earlier, and the only window available was during PSLE week. Since my husband had to be with our child for the PSLE, I went alone. I prayed aga...

When I was at the gym, I came across a YouTube video by Stefanie Gass about running a God-led business. As I continued listening to her podcasts, I found one episode that deeply spoke to me:  Business Meeting with God . She explained how important it is to have regular  “business meetings with God” —whether weekly, biweekly, or monthly. God is the CEO. He sees the bigger picture and knows what’s ahead, while we are His employees. That’s why we need to consult Him and ask for direction instead of relying on our own plans. Here’s how Stefanie suggested having a business meeting with God: Prepare a quiet space—light a candle, bring your Bible, journal, and a pen. Begin with praise and worship. Spend a silent moment asking God to speak. Be attentive—He may prompt you to read a certain verse or remind you of something. Ask the Holy Spirit to reveal God’s direction. God is not a God of confusion but of clarity. Often, we struggle not because He isn’t clear, but because His guidance ...

This week has been a tough one for me. It began with an  Influenza A  infection — thank God I’ve recovered now. But not long after, I was hit by another wave of what I can only describe as a panic or spiritual attack. Out of nowhere, I felt deeply down, helpless, worried, and flooded with negative thoughts pulling me into a dark pit. I found myself overthinking, over-worrying, and overwhelmed by everything — the business, the kids — until I had no emotional energy left even to serve at the  Life Spirit Seminar . I was simply moving through the motions, saying “yes” to every plan without heart. One weekday noon, I found myself on my knees crying at Mass, because I didn’t know what else to do. The breaking point came yesterday when I cried out to God for help, telling Him I was drowning. I asked for  Mary, mother of Jesus ’s intercession, saying I had run out of “wine.” “Do whatever He tells you…” I hoped things would get better, but instead they seemed to go the oppos...

I’ve been absent from writing the blog for quite a while, as I felt there wasn’t any story worth sharing. But today, I want to share something that happened in August. For some time, I had been waiting and praying, asking God to show me whether I should persevere with this winter rental business. I often felt that all my efforts were in vain, and I had reached the end of my wits, unsure of what else to do. In my prayer, I asked God specifically for a sign: if there was even just one try-on appointment in August, it would mean that He still blesses this business and that it remains aligned with His plan. That very afternoon, I suddenly received a WhatsApp message from a man who wanted to arrange a try-on session for the next day. I replied quickly, asking for details — and to my surprise, he said 10 adults were traveling together! I immediately told my husband, though I also explained that we didn’t have enough stock for such a large group. My husband encouraged me to call and explain t...

Finally, I’ve joined the boys in serving at the Eucharist. It’s not my time, but His time. Two of the communion ministers were unable to serve on Sunday morning and requested to move to the Saturday sunset Mass. This left the group leader looking for replacements — and he thought of me, knowing that my hubby has been serving at Mass for 10 years. I said “yes” to the invitation, and so began my journey: the commissioning Mass on 3rd August, a Day of Recollection on 9th August, and my very first duty on 10th August. It is such a privilege to offer Jesus, in the Body of Christ, to His sheep. As I looked into the eyes of each parishioner receiving the Body of Christ, I saw so many different expressions. My prayer is that this gift of the Body of Christ will strengthen them in their journey, whatever season of life they are in. 

Yesterday, we enjoyed a luncheon celebration for my hubby and Trom, together with the kids’ godparents and our godchildren. It was our last big get-together before PSLE kicks off next Wednesday — the pressure is on! We chose Haidilao, our go-to spot for a hearty and communal meal.  

One year older, one year wiser… Happy blessed birthday, hubby. May God bless you with good health, a long life, and deep peace. May He guide your path with His wisdom and Holy Spirit, and fill your days with love, joy, hope, meaningful purpose, and prosperity. We kept the celebration simple—no fancy dining, just meaningful moments together. The day started with a fun game of pickleball with friends, followed by a short trip to JB for lunch, massage, dinner, and a bit of grocery shopping. We ended the day with a sweet candle-blowing moment at home with the kids.

Last Saturday, after our prayer meeting, we took a quick trip to JB for dinner and to pump petrol. On the way, my husband suddenly turned to me and said something that truly touched my heart — he felt supported, lighter, and that I had changed for the better as a wife and mother. Even though I haven’t contributed much materially to the household, he said he feels  at home  whenever he’s home — and for that, he’s deeply grateful. I believe this is the power of prayer and perseverance. Over the past 10 months, God has been molding and shaping me. I’m a tough piece of clay — strong-willed, rebellious — and it hasn’t been an easy process. It’s been painful as God stripped away my ego and pride, leaving me with nothing of my own. But through that brokenness, I’ve learned to be humble, to expect less, and to trust more — knowing that God is always present, always providing, even when we can’t see it yet. The business hasn’t picked up yet — but I’ve already surrendered it fully to Go...

Happy Blessed Birthday, Francis — our beloved second Godson! We had the joy of celebrating Francis' birthday with his family and catching up after three months apart. Seeing him grow healthy and smarter is such a blessing, even though we haven't been deeply involved in his early years. Still, we feel a deep sense of warmth and are grateful to share a second family with them here. May God bless Francis as he grows — with good health, wisdom, and a heart that brings blessings to others.

Last week was such a fruitful one. Bit by bit, I feel like I’m gaining more clarity. And by the grace of God, I’ve been learning to surrender more deeply—especially to His perfect timing. On Saturday, 19 July, something beautiful happened: we had our  very first customer  come for a try-on and book their winter gear for a trip next January! When I asked how they found us, they said, “From search engines.” That moment truly touched me. Even if it's just one customer right now, I believe every customer is a gift from God—an affirmation that I’m walking on the path He’s prepared for me. As I promised, I will give the profit from my first sale back to God. I’m now praying and waiting for His direction—to know who or where He wants me to bless with it. But more than this first sale, the real breakthrough this week has been internal— my mindset. God has been speaking to me profoundly through Pastor Rick Warren’s sermons. The more I listen, the more it feels like God is speaking dire...

Lately, I’ve been asking myself a hard question: Am I really useful? When doors close and things don’t go according to plan, I can’t help but wonder— Is there something wrong with me? I’ve been struggling with this sense of worthlessness, especially because I’m not contributing financially to the household. And when our monthly income keeps bleeding, it feels like I’m just... failing. I've even started thinking about the tough decisions we might need to make if things stay the same. Three in particular: 1. Letting go of our helper Logically, I know I  can  manage. I’ve taken care of the kids on my own for 12 years—from babies to now—and I know how to run the household. Letting go of our helper would save a significant amount every year. But something doesn’t sit right in my heart. She’s been nothing but responsible, kind, and reliable. She’s never done anything wrong. And just because I don’t “need” her anymore, it feels cruel to simply let her go. It's not fair. 2. Letting go...

Last Friday became an unexpected recollection day for me. I didn’t plan it, but somehow it turned into one of those light and peaceful days when I wasn’t preoccupied with work and instead focused on caring for my soul. It all started at the gym. I was watching an interview on the  Heaven & Earth  podcast featuring John Kim, a Christian investor, who shared how he practices discernment in every investment decision—even when it doesn't make logical sense. His deep trust in God’s guidance struck a chord with me. From there, I was led to another video—this time a sermon by Rick Warren about surrendering control to God and praying,  “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”  As I listened, it felt like God was revealing His answers to me. One statement pierced through my heart: It resonated so deeply. Lately, I’ve felt like God has been quiet, that doors are closing, and I’m left wondering where He is. But maybe this silence isn’t absence—it’s a test. A test of ...

This was hubby's first business trip to Germany and Romania, where he accompanied his clients to meet the manufacturers and visit the headquarters. The trip went smoothly overall, except for a brief scare when one of the clients nearly lost their passport—it was accidentally left on the previous flight. Thankfully, it was quickly recovered and didn’t disrupt the overall schedule. Despite two months of careful planning, there was an unfortunate experience with one of the manufacturers. They seemed to underestimate the importance of the visit and did not offer a proper welcome, which left a poor impression on the clients. Thankfully, this didn’t affect hubby’s relationship with them, as he went above and beyond in providing hospitality and ensuring they were well taken care of. Lessons learned from this trip: The customer is king.  First impressions matter—treat them with genuine care and hospitality, and they’ll remember you for it. True character is revealed in the face of unexpect...