A Small Table of Light

Cheerful by Rickhanie booth at St Faith Church Kuching Fellowship Tamu on 2025 October 11.

There are beginnings that feel loud, and beginnings that feel almost invisible.

Cheerful began in the second way.

On 11 October 2025, at St. Faith Church's Fellowship Tamu, Cheerful by Rickhanie made its first public appearance. Not through a launch campaign, not through an announcement, but through a small table — quietly offering a few pieces from what later became known as the Light Series.

At the time, it did not feel like a "brand moment."

It felt more like an act of obedience.

For a long season before that day, Cheerful existed only in prayer, in sketches, in conversations, and in many hidden wrestlings with God about calling, timing, and motive. What was being formed was not a product line, but a posture: to create in a way that carried His presence, not our ambition.

The wooden lightboxes were never meant to be objects of attention. They were conceived as vessels of Scripture, meant to live quietly in homes — illuminating not spaces, but hearts. Light not as decoration, but as a reminder: "Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path."

That first table held only a few pieces. But it held something weightier than inventory — it held trust. Trust that God does not require scale to begin, only faithfulness. Trust that what is offered back to Him in sincerity will be multiplied in ways we cannot predict or control.

The entire experience itself was humbling, interesting, and encouraging — but what stayed with us more deeply was the sense that God allowed something hidden to become visible, not for recognition, but for service.

Behind every visible beginning are unseen voices of encouragement and holy persistence. This moment carries the quiet faith of those who helped us step forward before we felt ready.

A simple moment from that day: being welcomed, noticed, and gently encouraged by local church leaders during Cheerful’s first public appearance.

Cheerful was never called to be loud.

It was called to be present.

To sit quietly in living rooms and prayer corners.

To accompany morning devotions and late-night conversations with God.

To remind households that His Word is not abstract — it is meant to dwell, to glow, to remain.

Looking back now, we do not see a launch.

We see an altar.

A small table of light, offered back to the One who first placed the calling there.

And in that offering, the journey truly began.