Archive for the ‘Parable’ Category

Growing Intentions

17/04/2020

Tending to some the herbs from in the garden… all were gifted by friends. I am so glad they havent died on me! That is because they came with instructions on the care needed, and I have worked to ensure they are followed…

Reminds me of Colossians 2:6,7 “As you have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built and built up in Him, established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding with thanksgiving”

Yes we need to be intentional to continue growing well.

Paint and Ponder

09/04/2020

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!

Painting Preps and Flaky Friends

01/04/2020

As with any project, there should be some preparatory work. Ground work is needed. Planning ensures smoothing out of potential bumps.

It is no different for our painting project. Old flaky paint needs to be removed.Sometimes I think that flaky relationships ought to be removed from our lives too… Just saying! Haha!

Plant Pineapples to Get Pineapples

05/03/2020

With a big garden, we have ample space for good planting. The  fertile soil yields much – this is the latest fruit. Sweet, juicy. Can  be eaten as is or cooked. Yum!

Reminds me of a talk I heard recently. The speaker said the obvious – If I plant mango seeds, I will have mango fruits. If I plant pineapple, I will reap pineapple fruits. Galatians 6:7 A man reaps what he sows….”

Nesting & Caring

17/05/2019

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.

Looks can be deceiving

02/11/2013

It was advertised as sweet grapes.

It looked big and succulent. That’s a tea spoon……

It tempted me and I fell.

It was so good-looking I bought more than I ought to have – I decided to share itIMG_9054Imagine the disappointment when with the first and successive bites, the grapes were not only not sweet but actually sour…

Oh well…. Lesson learned. Looks can be deceiving. Never judge a grape by its appearance. Ha!

 

The Need to Do Well

06/01/2012

She watched as one after another, her friends were called to go forward and meet with the teacher. Most of them went forward with smiles. They were confident they had done well. One to two had expressionless faces. Perhaps they didn’t think this was an important subject to consider needing to do well?

More than half of the class had gone forward. The last person had come back to the seat two rows from hers. Surely she would be the next one.

No, it was yet another friend. She too, came back beaming away.

And then, it was indeed her turn. She heard her name being called. Instinctively she ducked before she stood up, wondering if her legs would help her go forward and get back to her seat without drawing attention to herself by crumbling with fear.

Such insane fear. “it’s nothing,” she tried to convince herself. “Just some crummy pieces of cloth”.

But in the depths of her heart, she could not fool herself. These were much more to her. They represented the sum total of many hours of poring under dim light, of pain from the piercings of needles into soft flesh. She could almost taste the blood in her mouth again.

Heart pounding, she set her face as she approached the desk. The teacher barely looked up. Her hand reached out with the precious items.

“Here you are.” she said, without so much as a glance.

And that was it.

Over.

In seconds.

She mumbled some thanks, turned on her heels and somehow stumbled back to her chair. As she sat down, she was aware that she was clutching the proffered treasures to her chest. Relief mingled with joy. Before anyone could notice the tears welling up, she bent down to put her precious little bundle into her school bag.

For her these simple handicraft were not her own. They were her special gift to her grandmother who lay at home, unable to rise these last few days. This same grandma who sat patiently beside her, encouraging her on, cajoling her to not give up, pushing her to give her best, teasing her to maintain the standard throughout. The grandma who then fell ill a few days later.

She would take the offering of their joint labour home to show Grandma and tell Grandma that not only had she not given up, she had done well. She had done excellently. And she couldn’t have done it without Grandma. She did her best despite her handicaps. Her Grandma believed in her and she wanted to prove Grandma right. She needed to do well for Grandma’s sake.

Ordinary Miracles

01/07/2010

How has your day been?

Was it as awful as mine?

I hope that it will get better. In many, many ways, I hope it improves.

In fact, I hope you have miracles in your life. Not “far out” miracles. Don’t get me wrong. I believe in those, of course (More about that later)

But what I mean are the “ordinary” sort of miracles. Now isn’t that a sort of oxymoron statement? Well, no. I mean miracles that are the everyday sort and yet are miracles in their own right because they are so special, so different, so unique.

Yeah, amen.

Esther’s Story

19/01/2009

Remember I wrote about Esther towards the end of last year (post Christmas) and even into the new year? You can read more about her story here, here, and here


Yesterday, this newspaper carried her story too, from the organ transplant point of view. Isn’t this a beautiful photo of her?

estherWhat the newspaper article couldn’t capture was how her parents could not have made it thus far without their faith in and relationship with God. They cannot understand. They continue to miss her dearly. But they know their little girl is safe with Him.

What the reporter couldn’t imagine was the dignity in which her parents conducted themselves throughout the most difficult time between Christmas and New Year. They hardly slept, they could barely think straight. But just as gold comes out pure when put into fire, this couple did just so.

What the report couldn’t do justice to was the immediate impact of Esther and her parents’ gifts – it was not just to the recipients. The staff involved were so touched, they attended a simple special thanksgiving service for Esther’s life held on the ward. They stayed back during their shifts and came back from their time off to be present. They spontaneously formed two lines of escort as her parents left the operating theatre with her after the harvesting of her organs, giving them a salute fit for a queen.

And now, the ripples of Esther continue to radiate out.

May they never fade.

Respond or React

17/01/2009

When you are asked an awkward question, how you reply shows a lot. Do you react defensively? Or do you respond appropriately?

A reaction is like a knee jerk. If you have ever been to the doctor’s and they have had to test your reflexes, then you would have met the patella hammer. The patella hammer is used exactly as the name implies – the doctor will use it to tap a specific part of your knee. When that happens, your foot is automatically jerked up.

Hence the term knee jerk. It’s involuntary.

When we first discovered this as student nurses, (in my past life!) we used to tap one another’s knee just for the fun of it. The best reactions came from those unsuspecting souls who had their legs crossed. We would even use our hands to “chop down” quickly for the desired reaction. The poor victim would be teased whether caught out or caught defensive.

Similarly, when a person reacts to something said or done, that means the person probably hasn’t prepared for the words to come, or the event to happen. The immediate speech or action of the person would indicate the innermost thoughts and emotions of the person. Good or bad, right or wrong, it will show.

Like when I was asked an awkward question just now. Twice.

I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t know how I ought to answer. I didn’t have the right answer.

The first time it happened, I found myself blabbering away.  It sounded hollow even to my own ears. I then changed the subject.

Shortly after that, I faced my second awkward question. Again, I found myself muttering away, playing games with words, walking away as I did so.

Ground open up to swallow me.

Later I texted someone to seek advice. Sound advice came.

Just smile. Say little. Just smile.

Tomorrow if I am faced with another awkward question or moment, I know what I’ll to do – Smile.

Let them react.