Moving….

I have moved to blog at Yans On Second Thoughts.

See you there.

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On Second Thoughts

Believe me, this is the most difficult post to write. I have been typing, deleting, typing, deleting… and I am still here!

I have been thinking of stopping blogging altogether. Because I am running on empty.

Yesterday, I have my first batch of printed materials out for my church’s 40 Days of Purpose Campaign out. I am quite amazed by the result –

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I have the blog setup and updated now and then –

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Wesley 40DOP

I have also updated the Jubilee Celebrations blog at Wesley Golden Jubilee.

How could I have done all these when I am actually running on empty?

It’s the presence of the Lord, loved ones, friends and even friends in blogging world…

So, I am here now, after I am on a

On Second Thoughts…..

Yes, on second thoughts, why don’t I just let myself run on empty at the other “home” and close this temporarily? Meet you there! Fill my tank, please!

Beyond Mothers’ Day

Chris gave me a card yesterday morning. I could only open it after midnight as instructed on the envelope.

At the Cinderella’s strike of the midnight clock, I opened the envelope, believe me, I really did wait until 12 midnight! This is teaching children to take instruction (smile).

The card reads –

There are 5,63,545,626 people in the world …

and the inlay of the card is here –

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The Chinese words are –
Mum, you are really nice to me!
Now I have nothing to repay you..
I can only say three words … you are annoying I love you!

Probably, the highlight is the strikethrough word “you are annoying”, and it’s really how he feels when mum nags!

Rachel said her result for her exam now would be her gift for me on Mothers’ Day in an IOU!

The face towel is the church’s way of appreciating parents.

It really does not take much to make a mother happy. Right, Mothers?

Now, what would a mother do to her mother? I seldom write (or have I ever?) of my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law is a very “private” person. She is one of those modern women. She uses computer. She sends emails. She reads website. I think she is not aware that I keep a blog! She is widely-travelled. She is a qualified accountant. She speaks excellent American English. She plays piano. She writes perfect English with no grammatical error. She is a great cook!

You know, I feel very inadequate in front of her. She is just a no-nonsense woman!

I cooked this meal – pizza, Cheesy chicken and rice casserole and mushroom soup, for lunch for the family and a carnation for MIL –

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Typical of a practical woman and in a typical grandmother fashion of not letting any opportunity slip by when they can teach grandchildren, she said to Chris, “You do not give flower to your mother. I give you this carnation for you to give to your mother.”

Read the story of a woman who did something very meaningful on Mothers’ Day. The deed is very noble. However, the way that the story was written probably did not do justice to the woman. I have not been able to get another version of the story. Did she do that “to show his 10-year-old son how donation were made? Now, the story, as it is reported –

Amid this apparent slowness, one Singaporean woman’s spontaneous generosity stood out.

She turned up at Red Cross House in Penang Lane just before noon yesterday and donated $100,000 in cash.

The woman, who appeared to be in her 40s, asked how she could help the Myanmar victims. Then, from her handbag, she handed over a wad of $1,000 notes, totalling $50,000, which was tied together with a rubber band.

Even as Red Cross volunteers were thanking her, she took out another wad and said: ‘Here’s another $50,000.’

She told volunteers she wished to remain anonymous and did not need a receipt.

She told The Sunday Times in Mandarin: ‘I felt so much pity for the victims of the cyclone. Whenever a disaster happens, I will do my part and make a donation.’

She had her 10-year-old son with her to ‘show him how donations are made’.

Read the whole story here or here.

Before Chris gives me another strikethrough of “you are annoying“, I better end on a “High” (this I have learnt from SAHM), here is what my friend CY has left on my comment –

Happy Mother’s Day thoughts : May the day be happy, may all the days of a mother be happy, may a mother be a happy mother always, may all days be mother’s day, because she fills it with her 24 hours….may each day be filled with God’s blessings for mothers to love and be loved, to be happy..and allow people to be happy with her, for her….

May all these be yours!

Yes, may all these be yours too, all friends who are mothers!

A Love that Mends and Heals

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Look hard into every seat
Listen deep to hear each beat
Feel the warmth of breath in air
Sweeter fragrance has its share
Hear that whisper soft and low
See that face with smile to show
It looks much like day before
Words still touch the inner core –
Long as love is deep and real
Broken heart will mend and heal

Joepsc has left this at my comment counter on the last post that I put up on “empty chairs filled with memories”. I am no poet. I cut and paste this for my mothers’ day post. The poem talks much of my mother. From the warmth of home to the walk into time and eternity and to love that mends and heals – it’s mother, mother, still mother, it brings so much tears to my eyes.

Thanks Joepsc, for the words.

Happy Parents’ Day!

Empty Chairs filled with Memories

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Again at the airport. I have lost count of the number of times I was at this airport as early as 6 am waiting to board the 7 am fight for the past three weeks. I was there again yesterday. It was a little different. Normally, it was hazy outside. But, I caught the rays of sunshine reflecting beautifully on these empty chairs. No, I did not look at them just as empty chairs.

Having just used the LCCT in Kuala Lumpur, it means there are many chairs for passengers to sit comfortably!

Having just sent off former pastors and missionaries making a homecoming to our Church golden Jubilee celebrations, it means these chairs have been warmed by our friends and visitors and left many warm memories! It also means those who have seated themselves there have enriched our lives in a way or another…

The ray of sunshine tells that they will be back one day to fill up the chairs, warm the chairs and leave more memories for us!

The days without blogging (huh, finally a confession that it has been a long silence here) are never the days of emptiness. You, it’s you – bp, dobbs, IML, JoMel, SAHM, justme. joepscand many more) have filled me almost to the brim!

I have the privilege to interview the first pastor of our Church, Rev David MacDonald seven years ago. Rev David MacDonald and his wife, Audrey came back again this time. That night, as we sang “Blest be the tie that binds…”, we were all in tears. Audrey said, with Rev David standing beside, “Can we take you home?”

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Can we take you home? These words have filled much of my mind and I know they will stay in my mind for a long time, just like these words that Rev David MacDonald said seven years ago,

When I left Sarawak I left part of myself here
and took part of you with me.
For that I thank God.”

The chairs are empty, but God fills the spaces with love, memories, warmth and He promises more!

The Missing Shoe Dance

I have been busy with Church Golden Jubilee Celebrations.

I am also experiencing what they call “writer’s block”.

In the meantime, please enjoy this very very nice video of children from our Children’s Home that thrilled our some 1200 guests last night at our Thanksgiving Dinner. The youngest of the children missed one shoe while dancing. Note he picked up his shoe at the end of the dance. By popular request, the children performed the dance again at the end of the dinner. The little boy took off his shoes this time, by the end of the dance, he even had his socks missing!

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The missing shoes!

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The socks missing!

Now the show – the first performance!

I shall be back soon!