Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
i went to a camp..... heh heh....
I went to a camp and met these two guys..great in friendship, companionship and also had a great doctor-patient relationship. The whole 'hospital' was captivated by their talented acts and exploded in laughter. Laughter is good for the soul.
moments before the Lord, renewing and dedicating themselves ..
Personally i witnessed a lot of good bonding among the camp participants themselves. It was a wonderful camp and boy oh boy.. sure am looking forward to another one with them.
moments before the Lord, renewing and dedicating themselves ..
Personally i witnessed a lot of good bonding among the camp participants themselves. It was a wonderful camp and boy oh boy.. sure am looking forward to another one with them.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
your destiny........
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny...
"Be very careful, then, how you live--not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil." Ephesians 5:15-16
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
what grudges can do.
Fwded mail: Worth reading though
Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the
> idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and
> spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed
> away while he was still very young.
>
> Mother endured much hardship
> and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him
> through to a university degree. You could say that she
> suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of
> a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.
>
> I immediately agreed and
> started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing
> the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery.
> Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me
> up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
> put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother."
> Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest
> and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment
> put the tiny me into his pockets.
>
> Whenever we have an argument
> and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin
> me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for
> mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
>
>
> Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle
> with her.
>
> For example; I am so used to
> buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not
> stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you
> young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for?
> You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said:
> "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also
> become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and
> hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit;
> slowly you will get use to it."
>
> Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter,
> whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much
> it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and
> express displeasure.
>
> Sometimes, when I come home
> with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every
> item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she
> would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched
> my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
> her the full price of everything would solve it."
>
> There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>
>
> Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare
> the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house
> cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial
> expression is always like the dark clouds before a
> thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would
> use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her
> silent protest.
>
> As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am
> exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to
> give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the
> comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the
> protest mother makes.
>
> From time to time, mother
> would help out with some housework, but soon her help
> created additional work for me. For example: she would keep
> all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell
> them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with
> all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing
> detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to
> hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
>
> One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the
> dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and
> cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a
> difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me
> for that entire night.
>
> I pretended to be a spoilt
> child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I
> got mad and asked him:
> "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and
> said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
> couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean
> it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period
> of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that
> there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During
> that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to
> who to please.
>
> In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,
> mother took on the "all important" task of
> preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast
> table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
> breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
> failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the
> embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my
> own breakfast on my way to work.
>
> That night, while in bed,
> hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
> because you think that mum's cooking is not clean
> that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then
> turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling
> of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
> "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"
> I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast
> table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother
> and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything
> inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress
> the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl,
> rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out.
>
> Just as I was catching my
> breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her
> dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring
> at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but
> no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.
>
> We had our very first big
> fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and
> slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
> stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For
> three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone
> call.
>
> I was so furious, since
> mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up
> with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I
> keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not
> appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at
> home, I was at then low point in my life.
>
> Finally, a colleague said:
> "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a
> doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
>
> Now it became clear to me
> why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness
> floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't
> hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought
> of the possibility of this being the reason that day?
>
> At the hospital entrance, I
> saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days,
> but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but
> one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist
> and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
> found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he
> has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through
> my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail
> a cab.
>
> At that moment, I have such
> a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling,
> I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and
> spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't
> happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling
> down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test
> of one fight?
>
> Back home, I lay on the bed
> thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes.
> I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound
> of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights
> and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was
> removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored
> me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the
> house.
>
> Maybe he really intends to
> leave me for good.. What a rational man, so clear-cut in
> love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears
> starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to
> work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with
> hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a
> weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a
> traffic accident and is now in the hospital."
>
> I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the
> time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby
> did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at
> mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't
> control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
>
>
> Throughout the funeral,
> hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the
> occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out
> brief facts about the accident from other people. That day,
> after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the
> bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house
> back in the countryside.
>
> As hubby ran after her, she
> tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a
> public bus came and hit her... I finally understood how much
> hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if
> we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly
> the killer of his mother..
>
> Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
> night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried
> under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I
> wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have
> our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
> eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just
> fell back in.
>
> I had rather he hit me real
> hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of
> these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days
> of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by,
> hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us
> continues, we were living together like strangers who
> don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his
> heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a
> western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw
> hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very
> lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it
> meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered
> the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard
> at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him,
> and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me,
> looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched
> out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,
> challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating,
> one by one as if at the brink of death.
>
> I eventually backed down, if
> I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with
> the baby inside me.. That night, he did not come home; he
> had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me:
> Following mother's death so did our love for each
> other...
>
> He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I
> returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had
> been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I
> no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain
> everything to him vanished.
>
> I lived alone; I go for my
> medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again
> every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through
> the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me
> to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not..
> I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
> repaying mother for causing her death.
>
> One day, I came home and I
> saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was
> filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was
> this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
> even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone,
> I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I
> looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a
> while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in
> his eyes, just like mine.
>
> As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You
> cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly,
> but I refused to let tears come out from there.
> After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at
> my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table
> and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at
> what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to
> him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's
> accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not
> control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I
> said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did
> not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.
>
> Hubby slowly moved over me,
> his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so
> far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach
> them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated
> "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I
> would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western
> restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his
> eyes, I will never forget, ever.
>
> We have drawn such deep
> scars in each other's heart. For me, it's
> unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been
> waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized
> now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not
> repeated.
>
> Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would
> bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards
> him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't
> take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him..
>
> From the moment I signed on
> that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my
> heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom,
> but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.
>
> He had no choice but to
> sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can
> hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be
> his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake
> illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with
> him, he would then grab me and laugh.
>
> He has forgotten that last
> time I cared for him and am concerned because there was
> love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's
> groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously
> ignored him.
>
> Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby,
> infant products, children products and books that kids like
> to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it
> is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me,
> but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice
> but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing
> away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to
> web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.
>
> It was sometime towards the
> end of spring in the following year, one late night, I
> screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came
> rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep,
> and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran
> down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly
> and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the
> journey to the hospital.
>
> Once we reached the
> hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.
> Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought
> crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as
> much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in;
> his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my
> contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby
> looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept
> smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.
>
> Hubby looked at me, smiling
> and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for
> him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired
> eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any
> tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper
> pain cutting through my body at that moment.
>
> Doctor said that by the time
> hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in
> terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last
> this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he
> had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
> saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
>
> I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I
> went into his room and checked his computer, and a
> suffocating pain hits me.
>
> Hubby's cancer was
> discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had
> thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand
> words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I
> have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I
> fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life,
> you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if
> only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice
> would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy
> has written inside here all the possible difficulties and
> problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
> meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's
> suggestion....
>
> Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I
> have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest,
> daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered,
> she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves
> me most..."
>
> From play school to primary
> school, to secondary, university, to work and even in
> dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was
> written there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
>
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness,
> forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for
> not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in
> a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear,
> if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would
> smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm
> afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you
> help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on
> what to give when are all written on the packaging...
> "
>
> Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I
> brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:
> "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember
> being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to
> open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his
> arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press
> the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang
> through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....
>
> A fatal misunderstanding and
> the person who loves me the most in this world is gone
> forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another
> disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our
> originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and
> peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went
> terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed
> at a price, every thing became too late.".........
>
> This is a true story...
> LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
>
> I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my
> eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would
> happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of
> grudges and anger!
>
> Simple humility and
> communication would have resolved most of the problems in
> that story, as well as patience....
> This story has really
> touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a
> paradigm shift.. Though it is very sad, it is also very
> refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start
> to live a life free of grudge. People please let’s live a
> life devoid of grudges.
>
> Communication with your loved ones is THE key.
Wow..
Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the
> idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and
> spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed
> away while he was still very young.
>
> Mother endured much hardship
> and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him
> through to a university degree. You could say that she
> suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of
> a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.
>
> I immediately agreed and
> started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing
> the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery.
> Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me
> up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
> put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother."
> Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest
> and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment
> put the tiny me into his pockets.
>
> Whenever we have an argument
> and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin
> me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for
> mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
>
>
> Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle
> with her.
>
> For example; I am so used to
> buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not
> stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you
> young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for?
> You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said:
> "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also
> become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and
> hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit;
> slowly you will get use to it."
>
> Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter,
> whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much
> it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and
> express displeasure.
>
> Sometimes, when I come home
> with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every
> item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she
> would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched
> my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
> her the full price of everything would solve it."
>
> There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>
>
> Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare
> the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house
> cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial
> expression is always like the dark clouds before a
> thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would
> use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her
> silent protest.
>
> As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am
> exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to
> give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the
> comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the
> protest mother makes.
>
> From time to time, mother
> would help out with some housework, but soon her help
> created additional work for me. For example: she would keep
> all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell
> them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with
> all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing
> detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to
> hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
>
> One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the
> dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and
> cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a
> difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me
> for that entire night.
>
> I pretended to be a spoilt
> child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I
> got mad and asked him:
> "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and
> said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
> couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean
> it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period
> of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that
> there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During
> that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to
> who to please.
>
> In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,
> mother took on the "all important" task of
> preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast
> table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
> breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
> failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the
> embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my
> own breakfast on my way to work.
>
> That night, while in bed,
> hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
> because you think that mum's cooking is not clean
> that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then
> turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling
> of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
> "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"
> I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast
> table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother
> and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything
> inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress
> the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl,
> rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out.
>
> Just as I was catching my
> breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her
> dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring
> at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but
> no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.
>
> We had our very first big
> fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and
> slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
> stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For
> three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone
> call.
>
> I was so furious, since
> mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up
> with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I
> keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not
> appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at
> home, I was at then low point in my life.
>
> Finally, a colleague said:
> "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a
> doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
>
> Now it became clear to me
> why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness
> floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't
> hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought
> of the possibility of this being the reason that day?
>
> At the hospital entrance, I
> saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days,
> but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but
> one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist
> and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
> found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he
> has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through
> my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail
> a cab.
>
> At that moment, I have such
> a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling,
> I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and
> spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't
> happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling
> down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test
> of one fight?
>
> Back home, I lay on the bed
> thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes.
> I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound
> of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights
> and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was
> removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored
> me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the
> house.
>
> Maybe he really intends to
> leave me for good.. What a rational man, so clear-cut in
> love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears
> starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to
> work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with
> hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a
> weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a
> traffic accident and is now in the hospital."
>
> I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the
> time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby
> did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at
> mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't
> control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
>
>
> Throughout the funeral,
> hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the
> occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out
> brief facts about the accident from other people. That day,
> after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the
> bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house
> back in the countryside.
>
> As hubby ran after her, she
> tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a
> public bus came and hit her... I finally understood how much
> hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if
> we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly
> the killer of his mother..
>
> Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
> night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried
> under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I
> wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have
> our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
> eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just
> fell back in.
>
> I had rather he hit me real
> hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of
> these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days
> of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by,
> hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us
> continues, we were living together like strangers who
> don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his
> heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a
> western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw
> hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very
> lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it
> meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered
> the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard
> at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him,
> and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me,
> looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched
> out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,
> challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating,
> one by one as if at the brink of death.
>
> I eventually backed down, if
> I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with
> the baby inside me.. That night, he did not come home; he
> had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me:
> Following mother's death so did our love for each
> other...
>
> He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I
> returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had
> been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I
> no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain
> everything to him vanished.
>
> I lived alone; I go for my
> medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again
> every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through
> the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me
> to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not..
> I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
> repaying mother for causing her death.
>
> One day, I came home and I
> saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was
> filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was
> this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
> even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone,
> I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I
> looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a
> while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in
> his eyes, just like mine.
>
> As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You
> cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly,
> but I refused to let tears come out from there.
> After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at
> my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table
> and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at
> what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to
> him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's
> accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not
> control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I
> said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did
> not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.
>
> Hubby slowly moved over me,
> his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so
> far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach
> them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated
> "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I
> would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western
> restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his
> eyes, I will never forget, ever.
>
> We have drawn such deep
> scars in each other's heart. For me, it's
> unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been
> waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized
> now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not
> repeated.
>
> Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would
> bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards
> him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't
> take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him..
>
> From the moment I signed on
> that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my
> heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom,
> but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.
>
> He had no choice but to
> sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can
> hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be
> his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake
> illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with
> him, he would then grab me and laugh.
>
> He has forgotten that last
> time I cared for him and am concerned because there was
> love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's
> groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously
> ignored him.
>
> Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby,
> infant products, children products and books that kids like
> to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it
> is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me,
> but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice
> but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing
> away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to
> web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.
>
> It was sometime towards the
> end of spring in the following year, one late night, I
> screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came
> rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep,
> and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran
> down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly
> and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the
> journey to the hospital.
>
> Once we reached the
> hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.
> Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought
> crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as
> much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in;
> his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my
> contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby
> looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept
> smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.
>
> Hubby looked at me, smiling
> and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for
> him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired
> eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any
> tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper
> pain cutting through my body at that moment.
>
> Doctor said that by the time
> hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in
> terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last
> this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he
> had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
> saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
>
> I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I
> went into his room and checked his computer, and a
> suffocating pain hits me.
>
> Hubby's cancer was
> discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had
> thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand
> words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I
> have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I
> fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life,
> you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if
> only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice
> would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy
> has written inside here all the possible difficulties and
> problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
> meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's
> suggestion....
>
> Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I
> have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest,
> daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered,
> she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves
> me most..."
>
> From play school to primary
> school, to secondary, university, to work and even in
> dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was
> written there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
>
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness,
> forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for
> not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in
> a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear,
> if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would
> smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm
> afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you
> help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on
> what to give when are all written on the packaging...
> "
>
> Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I
> brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:
> "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember
> being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to
> open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his
> arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press
> the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang
> through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....
>
> A fatal misunderstanding and
> the person who loves me the most in this world is gone
> forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another
> disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our
> originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and
> peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went
> terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed
> at a price, every thing became too late.".........
>
> This is a true story...
> LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
>
> I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my
> eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would
> happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of
> grudges and anger!
>
> Simple humility and
> communication would have resolved most of the problems in
> that story, as well as patience....
> This story has really
> touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a
> paradigm shift.. Though it is very sad, it is also very
> refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start
> to live a life free of grudge. People please let’s live a
> life devoid of grudges.
>
> Communication with your loved ones is THE key.
Wow..
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Max..
hi MAX.. i knew you would drop by to check this blog.. but i believe that you must be disappointed cos i did not upload the template i promise.
The internet is terrible too... i dc-ed all the time. give me two(2) day to type everything in excel. Come back and check again.
Sorry
The internet is terrible too... i dc-ed all the time. give me two(2) day to type everything in excel. Come back and check again.
Sorry
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Are we there yet?
Time flies...6 months have gone by... are we there yet?
We called ourselves i-Youth, youth of integrity and influence so that we can impact those around us. Are we there yet?
(Eph 4:17) This I say therefore, and testify in the Lord, that ye henceforth walk not as other Gentiles walk, in the vanity of their mind,
(Eph 4:18) Having the understanding darkened, being alienated from the life of God through the ignorance that is in them, because of the blindness of their heart:
(Eph 4:19) Who being past feeling have given themselves over unto lasciviousness, to work all uncleanness with greediness.
(Eph 4:20) But ye have not so learned Christ;
(Eph 4:21) If so be that ye have heard him, and have been taught by him, as the truth is in Jesus:
(Eph 4:22) That ye put off concerning the former conversation the old man, which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts;
(Eph 4:23) And be renewed in the spirit of your mind;
(Eph 4:24) And that ye put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness.
(Eph 4:25) Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbour: for we are members one of another.
(Eph 4:26) Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:
(Eph 4:27) Neither give place to the devil.
(Eph 4:28) Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him labour, working with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth.
(Eph 4:29) Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.
(Eph 4:30) And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption.
(Eph 4:31) Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:
(Eph 4:32) And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
Are we there yet?
A TREE IS KNOWN BY ITS FRUIT; A MAN BY HIS DEEDS !
(Luk 6:44) For every tree is known by his own fruit. For of thorns men do not gather figs, nor of a bramble bush gather they grapes.
(Mat 12:33) Either make the tree good, and his fruit good; or else make the tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by his fruit.
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love. – Saint Basil
ARE WE THERE YET??
(Psa 1:1) Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
(Psa 1:2) But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
(Psa 1:3) And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
(Psa 1:4) The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
(Psa 1:5) Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
(Psa 1:6) For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.
JEREMIAH 17:8
"He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."
WE WILL BE THERE SOON…
As with driving and reaching our destination safely, we focus on the road and are on the constant look-out for pot-holes, bumps, slippery patches to avoid accidents, in the same way, we should also focus on our spiritual road and on the constant look-out for pot-holes, bumps and slippery situation to avoid falling into temptations and sins.
How? You may ask..Psalm 1 tells us all too clearly..Let’s live our lives according to it.
Amen?
Amen.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
May’s blessings..
Indeed May has showered blessings upon blessings on me. 
It is a joy to be part of moments so touching
and endearing. This group of peeps makes me look forward to session after session with them.
LIFE WITHOUR FRIENDS ARE LONELY..
SURROUND YOURSELVES WITH PEOPLE WHO LOVES YOU AND CARES FOR YOU
BLESSED BIRTHDAY TO YOU , YUH!!
Monday, May 11, 2009
family camp 2009
after many years of deliberation, GMC family camp finally kick off on 8th may. Personally it was wonderful spiritual enlightening 2 1/2 days for me.
What makes Methodist so different from other deno? It was with the clear spirit-filled expositiion by our beloved President Dr Rev Su that i have come to understand many basic truths abt methodist and John Wesley. It was also thru Rev Su that I have finally decided to attend the Methodist convention in Sibu first week-end of June.
We 'camped' at the Borneo Tropical Rainforest Resort. Amazingly there were no mosquitoes at all.. we enjoyed the 'life' there. I did not regret going for the jungle trekking and thanks to our knowledgeable guide, i learnt a lot about the plants esp those that keep flies and mosquitoes away... Ask James Chai for the picture of the red-corn-like flower plant.. hehe
The trekking itself was uneventful except for a kiss-in-the-face by a no smoking sign.
We walked and climbed thru the treks; drank from a waterfall..(yuck..the water tasted sweet and thick..); educated on the flora, rode on a tractor-pulled train and breathing in dust; took a boat ride across a 70,000-patin infested pond.. and i DID IT all on my pair of black and red slippers. They have been faithful to me thru many retreats and camps.
What makes Methodist so different from other deno? It was with the clear spirit-filled expositiion by our beloved President Dr Rev Su that i have come to understand many basic truths abt methodist and John Wesley. It was also thru Rev Su that I have finally decided to attend the Methodist convention in Sibu first week-end of June.
We 'camped' at the Borneo Tropical Rainforest Resort. Amazingly there were no mosquitoes at all.. we enjoyed the 'life' there. I did not regret going for the jungle trekking and thanks to our knowledgeable guide, i learnt a lot about the plants esp those that keep flies and mosquitoes away... Ask James Chai for the picture of the red-corn-like flower plant.. hehe
The trekking itself was uneventful except for a kiss-in-the-face by a no smoking sign.
We walked and climbed thru the treks; drank from a waterfall..(yuck..the water tasted sweet and thick..); educated on the flora, rode on a tractor-pulled train and breathing in dust; took a boat ride across a 70,000-patin infested pond.. and i DID IT all on my pair of black and red slippers. They have been faithful to me thru many retreats and camps.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Windows live writer
According to James CZ Chai, he says this is a fantastic tool for publishing on blogger
so i am putting it to test..
fonts
BATMAN FOREVER
crime fighter
Amazing!! bam!! boooom!! woohoo!!
yup it is indeed REMARKABLE
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Swine Influenza (Swine Flu)
from Centres for Diseases control and prevention CDC
Questions & Answers
Key Facts about Swine Influenza (Swine Flu)
Swine Flu
What is Swine Influenza?
Swine Influenza (swine flu) is a respiratory disease of pigs caused by type A influenza virus that regularly causes outbreaks of influenza in pigs. Swine flu viruses cause high levels of illness and low death rates in pigs. Swine influenza viruses may circulate among swine throughout the year, but most outbreaks occur during the late fall and winter months similar to outbreaks in humans. The classical swine flu virus (an influenza type A H1N1 virus) was first isolated from a pig in 1930. read more here
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
MONEY $ MONEY --- S 11
love this song...
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Aint it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Thats too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldnt have to work at all, Id fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind
Aint it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me
Thats too bad
So I must leave, Ill have to go
To las vegas or monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Its a rich mans world
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Aint it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Thats too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldnt have to work at all, Id fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind
Aint it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me
Thats too bad
So I must leave, Ill have to go
To las vegas or monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Its a rich mans world
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
BEKENU MIRI
My dearest hubby ALWAYS drive to Bekenu for several reasons. The ride is smooth and usually takes 30-40 minutes . Traffic is light and the view : green and pleasant, taking away whatever stress you may have from work.
Bekenu is a small fishing town with a few rows of shophouses, a tamu and a fish market.
We always get our fish here. Cheap and fresh (still gasping for air). The vegetables and other produce from the tamu here are fresh and cheap too.
Most people will end their trip here. They serve fresh prawn and fish delicacies. The most famous is the drift-wood-looking fish.
Normally steamed with bits of ginger and the secret recipe of this Sing Chiong Restaurant, Bekenu.
And don't forget to drop by the Pantai Bungai. If you are on your way to Bekenu , the junction will be on your right. On your way home to Miri, the Bungai Beach will be on your left. It is a beautiful place for a family or group picnic.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Starbucks in Bekenu, Miri !!!!!
Moses, James, we must go check it out, ya?
From this month onwards, my time will be very very packed. Have a blessed week.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
BLESSED EASTER EVERYONE!!!
EASTER ..its all about Jesus
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the way he changed our lives
It’s all about Jesus
The power of his blood can’t be denied
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the covenant he made
It’s all about Jesus
Victorious he rose up from the grave
Chorus
We lift our hearts to him
He is the reason that we sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
We praise your name
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the way he set us free
It’s all about Jesus
Wearing every sin at Calvary
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the gift of love he gave
It’s all about Jesus
Precious lamb of God us was slain
Repeat Chorus
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the way he changed our lives
It’s all about Jesus
The power of his blood can’t be denied
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the covenant he made
It’s all about Jesus
Victorious he rose up from the grave
Chorus
We lift our hearts to him
He is the reason that we sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
We praise your name
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the way he set us free
It’s all about Jesus
Wearing every sin at Calvary
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the gift of love he gave
It’s all about Jesus
Precious lamb of God us was slain
Repeat Chorus
Monday, April 06, 2009
Thankfulness..
first... ahahahah...LB beat this !!!
2nd.. To have a camera wif me is a blessing... all the pictures taken DO bring back memories... tho they are random, they meant much to me.
My fave at Secret Recipe, Miri.
Sasa, peiPei, Sim...
Tho most move on in live, I can't help but thank God for letting making our paths cross, and get to know them too.
May God bless all of you in all your undertakings. All the best dears!!!!!
Ever seen a reindeer with wings? Picture taken last December 2008, at Boulevard Shopping Centre, Miri.
Was looking for a birthday cake, and wow!!! my eyes!!! Spotted this in Hot Cross Bun.
saving for my fave drink.....
ordeals... pains.... sick...
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
windchimes... O how i love them 风铃 by 蔡淳佳
风铃 by 蔡淳佳微笑醒了
微风吹过了
阳光洒满白色窗口
闭上眼睛
会听见一首歌
你猜心跳唱些什么
想起你了
想起花开了
单纯的快乐不必选择
未来如何
现在不急着预测
自然而然就够了
牵手走过
每一段路
都有画面
值得去感动
我的梦里有一串风铃
感应有你走过的风景
当风吹起
听见熟悉声音
每阵温柔都是你
想起你了
想起花开了
单纯的快乐不必选择
未来如何
现在不急着预测
自然而然就够了
也会有风有雨
我的手你会抓紧
要一起看雨过天晴
我的梦里有一串风铃
感应有你走过的风景
当风吹起
听见熟悉声音
每阵温柔都是你
我的梦里有一串风铃
感应有你走过的风景
当风吹起
听见熟悉声音
每阵温柔都是你
微风吹过了
阳光洒满白色窗口
闭上眼睛
会听见一首歌
你猜心跳唱些什么
想起你了
想起花开了
单纯的快乐不必选择
未来如何
现在不急着预测
自然而然就够了
牵手走过
每一段路
都有画面
值得去感动
我的梦里有一串风铃
感应有你走过的风景
当风吹起
听见熟悉声音
每阵温柔都是你
想起你了
想起花开了
单纯的快乐不必选择
未来如何
现在不急着预测
自然而然就够了
也会有风有雨
我的手你会抓紧
要一起看雨过天晴
我的梦里有一串风铃
感应有你走过的风景
当风吹起
听见熟悉声音
每阵温柔都是你
我的梦里有一串风铃
感应有你走过的风景
当风吹起
听见熟悉声音
每阵温柔都是你
What has Easter and Bunnies have in common?
Prayerfully, the two drawings i attached will help you to differentiate.
Seriously, as Christian, we must teach the truth.... imaging the pic below....
Don't you so totally agree?
WE ARE ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT WE TEACH AND IMPART!!
So let's celebrate the TRUTH of EASTER this week. Blessed Easter to all!!!
Seriously, as Christian, we must teach the truth.... imaging the pic below....
Don't you so totally agree?
WE ARE ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT WE TEACH AND IMPART!!
So let's celebrate the TRUTH of EASTER this week. Blessed Easter to all!!!
Monday, March 30, 2009
I was glad when they said to me "come to the house of the Lorde"
I was glad when they said to me 'Come to the House of the Lord'. Sunday (28/3) was one of the many highlights of SS.. we had Sister Dorothy Tay and Uncle Button and his friend Pinky with us. We had a hilarious sunday service with the children. They were God-sent!!
Everything shared, trained, encouraged were as if they had been with us for long and knew the ministry's every need. Yes, we need to be role models as teachers and live up to the calling God has for each of us.
LIFE.... what's your purpose on this earth????? We went, we saw, we live....
Don't miss the next one... We'll see you there...
Everything shared, trained, encouraged were as if they had been with us for long and knew the ministry's every need. Yes, we need to be role models as teachers and live up to the calling God has for each of us.
LIFE.... what's your purpose on this earth????? We went, we saw, we live....
Don't miss the next one... We'll see you there...
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