The Happiest Day
A million things happened today but I only remember the good stuff :).
Praising a usually dreamy child doing his work: Good work, SK.
SK unusually proud: I did it myself using my brain. (So funny!)
Very proud of the little ones. They used their brain! Games are good for them.
Love the spontaneous happiness of children. How often do we feel so proud of ourselves?
The day that felt like a million years
First day back from the Chinese New Year holidays and we were so tired! Back early and back-to-back events. Yet the familiarity was sweet and the honest confessions touching. No one’s life is easy.
The camaraderie is starting to come out. Work is where we spend so much time that the people grow important.. The “dear”s, “darling”s, and ease of asking for help start to come out too. And working together is a joy because of the awesome spirits. Genuine like.
Couldn’t sleep last night, haunted by a child’s inability to learn even after 1 extra year. The challenge at times seems so big and unknown. Yet prayed it through. The darkness shall see His light.. May the Lord breakthrough in the impossibilities of our mind/lives.
The ones we love
The Dad with the bionic hand who sends me home with lots of food and gets a not-so-small fine with too-many-demerits on the way, but says nevermind.
Huat Ah!
Visiting hasn’t started and already I am reluctant. Maybe I am a coward at facing my own family cos I don’t seem to mind visiting with friends ;). Somewhere along the way I must have had a few bad experiences.
It’s time to build new ones I’d told a friend, so I guess it applies to me too. I am Chinese afterall. And there is so much to give thanks for! ♥
Just having a family and extended family who celebrates.
Happy CNY 2012
To all!
Especially to my favorite Dragons, celebrating you: May this year be special for you. I can’t imagine a world without your courage, strength, depth, laughter and friendship.
We all fit into this world, each our own puzzle piece in the most beautiful puzzle ever drawn.
Of Pizza Reunion, Bad Mandarin and Popeye’s Girlfriend
Talking to a friend’s dad today made me feel like spending more time with my own.
He has hidden strength, his eyes are strong and without guile. I said my “adoptive mum” spoke Cantonese! Dear me, “nanny” is what I’d meant. And he called me Popeye’s girlfriend. Haha.
We all struggle he’d said, even though Jesus tells us not to worry about tomorrow. Yes we do. He’s the 2nd one to use 主 (Lord) this week.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
- Matthew 6:34, NIV ©2011
Tomorrow I should visit my dad.
The hope we have
A horrible week in some ways yet a most precious one in the end.
A colleague tells me she broke down but the next day she is up for it again. I realize why when she texts the words, “I trust the Lord..”
Her use of “Lord” surprises me. “Lord” is used among believers. Christ is not just our God (no choice), He is our Lord (willing submission).
In His love, we admit our weaknesses to be covered by each other, and can face challenges because He is our source of never-ending love.
Let us open up our hearts to one another
Without fear of being hurt or turned away
For we need to confess our weaknesses
To be covered by our brother’s (sister’s) love
To be real and learn our true identity.
After all these years I still remember the words.
We are never alone
This is a theme that keeps recurring.
This has been a week of harrowing sorrow.. the precious lives around me. The final straw brings me to tears again.. We are never alone.
Sometimes it just feels that way and we need to reach out to each other.
The Love We Have
The love we share. So tears are somehow wiped away. And we have strength for the new day. Cheers to my new friends. You make me happy and proud.
Comforting Words
Me: I’m not going to chase you. Come here.
(Child wanders and then stops, and walks towards me haltingly.) He regresses: My ball, my ball..
Me: You need to go back. You can look for it later. No one’s out here. What if something happens to you, we won’t know.
(Instead of running, he comes to me.)
I wonder why he didn’t run away from me. Did he remember concern? I am sure he’s experienced it before because of his very tender side..
Did he come looking for me? Why did he stand outside the door looking in?
