My family

Daddy M found this in S school bag! We're not sure when she drew this but I believe this is her perception of "My family".
The big face is Sonia, two at the top are both daddy M and I. The bottom is her as a baby.



I can write!

S was very proud to show off that she could write her A, B, C!
I was excited when the vertical line for "B" was written , "Wow, that's a big B!" I said.

But, it turned out to be mini-B!


And this is her C (inverted).

When’s my baby coming?

Since the first time S saw Yvonne’s tummy (pregnant) a couple of months ago, she’s been asking me when is her baby coming!

“Issit coming tomorrow?”,

“No dear, not tomorrow, but it will come…”

Recently it’s getting more ‘rampant’.  “Mommy, your tummy is getting bigger like aunty Yvonne” (gasp). She started to share everything with her baby- saving her favourite raisins, biscuits, for her baby! She would look at the pram and say, “I will stand behind the pram to push my baby, she will sleep in the pram!”. Her face lit up every time she talked about the baby…

Last night she brought me to tears when she said her baby’s clothes are very small and I should get bigger ones because the baby will grow very fast…

Her faith is stronger than mine. It’s a timely reminder that we adults, should have faith like children. They say what they want to see. But we often say what we see…

Sunrise @ Penang

My love for sunrise started when I was a teenager. I would stop along the famous Gurney Drive  in the morning to catch a glimpse of the ‘egg yolk’ before heading to my school nearby.
Fast forward 20 years. My love has not subsided.
Daddy M and I went for a morning walk along the newly developed marina-front living Straits Quay in Penang during CNY and GOSH, I was blown away. The sunrise. The view. The yachts. The fresh air. It was like the Mediterraneans, and not my little hometown... It felt a little strange yet nice …
But everything fell back into place when we ordered a a spread of tasty hawker food for breakfast!! I felt at home all over again.

Mommy can cook, daddy and granny can read

 My mom-in-law takes pleasure in reading to her grandchildren. Over the years, she has taught the nieces and nephews how to read, using her collection of the traditional Ladybird’s Peter and James series. S will be her new protégé soon, I think.

Reading is department that I'm lack in. Apart from the usual bedtime stories and monthly visits to the library, I have no grand plans in the pipeline to teach S the how-tos. Perhaps my MIL can take over!

Oh dear Lord, let S will take after daddy M's love for reading and my passion for cooking :)

Rainbow and God's promises

 Spotted: rainbow appearing in our home!

Last Saturday afternoon, S and I were playing at the car porch when we saw a stripe of RAINBOW, from the tiles of the pond to the grass. I was thrilled! How cool is it to have rainbow in your own yard? We started to jump on-and-off the rainbow, touching it, taking pictures, fearing that it might disappear soon. You don’t get to have a rainbow under your feet everyday! By the time we alerted the rest of the household, the rainbow was gone. It was a little miracle for me, a confirmation from God of His promises of good treasure for us...I hope the rainbow stayed in S’s heart, just like it did in mine.

“The Lord will open his good treasure, the heavens, to give the rain to you in its season, and to bless all the work of your hand. You shall lend to many nations, but you shall not borrow. And the Lord will make you the head and not the tail, you shall be above only, and not be beneath, if you heed his commandments of the Lord your God…” (Deuteronomy 28:12-13)

Soul nourishment

Perhaps having quiet time by myself, reading the word of God in the morning is what I miss most since my return to work after a long break. I could sit in the kitchen for more than an hour with a cup of coffee, sandwich and expound on daily devotionals. It also gave me the chance to embrace my neighborhood. It is almost certain that by 8.30am every morning that I would hear footsteps of stilettos walking past the alley. The old lady next door would also start to hum the same tune, plucking flowers from her garden or doing her laundry.

No wonder George Muller the evangelist said that the most important thing that he had to do every morning was to give himself to the reading of the word of God and to meditate on it, so that his heart might be comforted, encouraged, warned, reproved, instructed…

I know that the peace that I felt during these times (although not having to work played a big part) definitely derived from having my soul being nourished. Again, quoting Muller- “How different it is when the soul is refreshed and made happy early in the morning, fromwhat it is when the service, the trials, and the temptations of the day come upon one without such spiritual preparation.”