“You’re free to go!” Shouted the jailer. For a moment there I needed an inhaler. I couldn’t breathe. Can this be true? I hear my name Over and over again. I’m not going to lie I’m afraid to die When I hear shouts “Crucify! Crucify!”
Don’t you know? I am Israel’s hero! I lead a revolution There is no confusion Never mind the mistakes A few men their lives I take This is the hour I am Israel’s saviour! The other two are not so lucky Only I got set free They all must love me?
Walking past the prison gates I catch a glimpse of the bloodied face The Man who took my place. Under a crown of thorns Body bruised and torn I cannot unsee. I shiver and stare.
Suddenly He turns and catches my hardened eyes “Barabbas,” softly He cries “Follow me.”
So much for wanting to blog here regularly. Pandemic turns our lives upside down. Welcome to the new normal!
Still, all is not bad. I have become not only proficient in video conferencing, but am considered an authority on it by many at work! Not bad for a white-haired boomer.
I have also been able to paint most of my house, accidentally got a green wall thanks to my Hubby getting a specific paint colour which was closer to green than the expected blue. Again, not bad for a boomer?
Weight loss was another benefit! Now to keep it off! Ah, what a challenge!
One truly wonderful outcome was to be able to pray via video conferencing over forty days, at dawn. Undeterred by physical distancing, people young and old, joined in from as far as both corners of the globe. How cool is that.
Now we enter another round of controlled movements… Believing more good will come out of this still.
Climbing up and down the ladder to get to all the nooks and crannies.
The ceiling in my house is high. Higher than most houses. I had to purchase a taller than usual ladder to reach the ceiling fans. Imagine having to paint those walls! And the ceilings! Just as well I didnt have bouts of vertigo! So glad that I was fit enough to do this! And most of all, that I enjoyed it despite the aches after.
With such thankfulness, as I reached up to paint the top of the walls, It crossed my mind – Why am I not using the right tools? Shouldn’t I put an extension on my paint brush or roller instead? I realised that the post-painting session pains in my shoulder could have be lessened had I taken the extra steps to be more prepared. Instead of thinking beforehand, preparing in advance, and thereby using the right methods which could possibly ended up with a quicker and with a more comfortable conclusion, I rushed headlong and just did it… In this case, lesson learned – shortcuts don’t work without having some fore-planning. Just do it – put some though to it!
“Do something new” we were encouraged. Well, even before the encouragement to do so, we had prepared to do so. Old folks getting down to some DIY. We have done this kind of thing before, but not at our present house. So when news came about impending restricted movement allowed, we got ready… Lots to do!
Here we are then. Two old(er) folks, going to attempt something we haven’t done in years…!
Some before and after photos in the next post… perhaps!
Driving to work I felt a unnatural “twitch” on the car, followed by a blast from the left rear wheel, and the car behaved a little drunkenly. Edged it to the side of the road, and praised God for safety. As I waited for Hubby to come (by e-hail taxi) I loosened the nuts and jacked up the car. I wondered how to get the spare out – this is something I never figured out! Lo and behold, God sent this gallant policeman named Charles! He swiftly took over, adjusted my jack (“Aunty! Merbahaya oh! Sikit Sahaja!” meaning “Aunt, This is dangerous! It is on only a little bit”), twirled the equipment effortlessly and voila! All done as my Hubby arrived. He refused any gift of thanks, saying that he was on the way to work, but turned around to help when he saw no one assisting me! How cool is that.
Check out his dashing looks here. And if you see him around, do thank him again for me.
This long time beloved musical from London’s West End is now playing at my city.
What can I say… Outstanding… Fantastic… Or as Pharaoh sings, It will really “Blowyourmind!”
But dont let me have the final word. There are Rave Reviews! A production from local amateur talents, all doing it without being paid. What a delight to bring to this city. #josephmusicalkk
Amazing…birds nest in all sorts of places. Look at this one. Perched in a rather small place, a corner of a window ledge. We even thought it might fall off, or worse, lose the eggs.But no… In just a few weeks, the two eggs hatched and the chicks grew fast!It served as a good reminder to me during a difficult time, of how God says that He takes care of the birds … how much more He would take care of us! Matthew 6:26 “Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” I know I have to deal with things in the future, but I dont need to stress over them. I can be rested because He cares. Thankful.
From the time my son was less than a year old, I have set up a tree for Christmas. That was almost 30 years ago! Since then I have set aside a small sum of money yearly to add to the decorations I have.
The first thing that always gets set up is the tree. The tree reminds me of the tree that my Saviour died on for me and everyone… The green leaves remind me of the life He rose from the dead to give. Splashes of red on the tree often remind me that His blood was shed for me. The decorations on the tree remind me of the abundant life He promises – so much! The lights tell me yet again how He is the Light in a dark world; I am thankful. The gifts under the tree are reminders of the most wonderful Gift, and also of the gifts the Holy Spirit.
Normally I would set up Christmas decorations by the end of October. Any later, I would be swamped! This year, though it is already November, I am very glad to have help! Better late than never indeed!
The decorations promise to be nicer than ever this year. Looking forward to the end result.
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