I felt really blessed and thankful today. Just felt so loved by my family. Its true that God speaks to us thru circumstances and life situations. "God is more interested in our character than in our comfort." I find this statement undeniably true. I have always loved children and I find pleasure whenever I play with my cousins. So-much-so that whenever the news about any new-born baby reach my eardrum, I will smile from ear-to-ear. There goes another happy camwhoring session with the cute infant. haha=p It just thrills me and I wish that I could look at life the way a baby would. Easily satisfied. Not procrastinating. But F.R.O.G. Fully rely on God. Someone once told me that if God isn't the Lord of your All then He isn't the Lord of your life at All. In other words, if you only surrender 99% of your life to God, then God isn't the Lord of your life at all. More often than not, I fail to be an obedient daughter to my beloved master and rebel against Him. I thank God for His unconditional love to me because if it weren't for His grace I do not deserve to be here in the 1st place. This week, I realize and start to count my blessings. Indeed, although I often complain about the storms in my life, God awakened me that there were other more unfortunate children out there who are malnourished and deprived of love - of which I have aplenty and in abundance. Let me share a true story that have impacted my life. She had an ebony black hair neatly tied and she had a fair, flawless complexion that many girls would die to have. Beyond the sunken eyebags are untold stories of silent suffering and hardships of life. Her facial features are of typical Chinese with an extra asset of double eyelid. The motherly side of her was accented with her gentle words as she carressed the infant in her arms. I stood there and gently touching the cute baby that was in deep sleep, clearly oblivious to the attention he was having. Ooohhhhh.....He was just sooo cute! I love the way he slept in his mother's arms. Gonna carry him once he wakes up, I thought dreamily. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when there was a tug at my jeans. My eyes headed towards that direction. "Che-che.....see my artwork...nice or not?" My attention was drifted to a jovial little boy with curly eyelashes and proudly displaying his artwork. Not bad! I scrutinized the colourful picture in my palms. As I bent down, I couldn't hide my disbelief as I stared at the little toddler face-to-face. He was a total replica of that baby. Or rather, the baby was a miniature creature of the little boy. Gosh! What similarities! Before I could even stand up and regain my composure, I saw not 1...not even 2...but 3 other girls with exact resemblance to the baby and the little boy. The power of genetics per se is clearly shown before my eyes. "So cute lar your children," I praised the mother. I have always fantasize of myself having many siblings. I would imagine myself anticipating the enjoyable playtime with my siblings after school...haha. And, not forgetting the argument that will arise. That will definitely add spice to my life. I dreaded the time I had to part company with the mother and her adorable children. I haven't even had the chance to craddle the baby! Never mind. I comforted myself. I would just have to wait for another week before I could see them again. That will be so much fun. One week wor....Be patient lar, Stefanie. It was not until today that I heard the news that broke my heart. My heart was grieving when I heard the truth. They were a poverty-stricken family with hardly any food to eat. The truth struck my heart real hard. This is reality. The kids are so young and they deserve a proper childhood experience. I cried out to God. I couldn't bear the thought that at such a tender age, the kids have to face the bitterness of life - struggling day by day with inadequate energy to face the day. My heart went all out to the mother - whom I know is in a dilemma. Although we are not blood-related, but the agonizing harshness of life that the children face was more than enough to open my eyes and I started to realize how blessed I was. I couldn't help asking God as to why the children had to undergo the harshness of life that even an adult could not handle. I guess as young as the children are, no one is spared from the cruelties of life that occured after men fall short of God's glory. Nothing in this life is a safe refuge other than God alone. And I am truly thankful that God took the initiative to reconcile with men. In God alone, the imperfect becomes perfect. In God alone, is the strength that I will ever need to face life's struggles. I know that God loves this family very much and He has not abandoned them. He is the father to the fatherless. His unfailing love will carry them thru the storms of life. And I am well assured that these children will be well taken care of. I will keep on praying for them. That is the least I can do. And next week, I will take the children out for a meal at KFC. Yeap, and the opportunity to cradle the baby in my arms =) Thank you God for the lesson. |