My Son, My Blessing

Last night we attended a wedding held at Republic of Singapore Yacht Club. This club is located in quite a secluded area, at West Coast Ferry Road but quite near our home, so for that I am glad. The taxi ride was short and we arrived before it turned dark so we got to see beautiful yachts bobbing, out on the calm blue sea.

We strolled along the floating pontoon-like jetty, enjoying the light breeze blowing on our faces, while Joseph tried his best to struggle free out of William's arms. William is not taking any chances letting Joseph break free because on one side of the jetty, there aren't any railings at all, while on the other side, the railings might as well have not been there, even I could slip through it without difficulty, much less a toddler with the talent to bolt off before anyone can say, "who?"

(A shrill cry ensues from the living room. Joseph is in distress! My turn to bolt off... and investigate the source of his agony..... )

Hi, I'm back, after rescuing my son who got trapped between the wall and my TV console. You see, he now explores every nook and corner in the house, bored after being kept home from school since the last Friday of July. His cough is getting better, he is recovering, yes, I proclaim by the stripes of Jesus he is healed. He just has some residual cough which should totally disappear soon, very soon.

Speaking of Joseph, he seems to have his own favoutite song in my new SOP worship CD. He enjoys the song "In The Cross", and would always fiddle with the buttons on my hi-fi, perchance when he hits the right button and the introduction of song number six is heard, he then leaves the player alone. Ooh, William will not be too happy to know I allow Joseph to press some buttons the the hi-fi set, it is after all an electrical appliance, not a toy. Sorry my dear hubby, I do keep a close watch on Joseph when he does that.

Looking at Joseph just makes me feel so blessed. He made me a better person. I became more patient (after my initial uptightness and fastidiousness about everything concerning my precious baby). I learnt to let go little by little, coming into realisation that some things are just beyond my control, things may not always turn out the way I want it, when I want it. With Joseph, I've got to mostly play by ear. He's two years-old now, his needs and behavioural patterns are constantly changing. So must I adapt myself to changes that are now, and that are to come.

Lord Jesus, I thank You that You will be ever faithful to show me and give me wisdom to face each task each day, amen!

Streams Of Praise

I went to a worship night led by the Streams Of Praise (SOP) team on Saturday evening at Faith Methodist Church. William and Joseph came along too, which made me doubly excited because we were to have a family worship experience together. I still remember those days when I constantly sang SOP praise songs while Joseph was still in my womb, surely he experienced some sort of deja vu feeling, as he hears them singing live worship now.

The church pews were packed full before the appointed starting time, so if it hadn't been for Henry who wisely arrived early to keep seats for the rest of us, no doubt we would have been turned away politely at the church's door. As it was, Jeanie, Jolene, Chor Leng, Tony, and the rest of us gratefully filed into our seats.

I have to say I was glad the SOP team had been flourishing, this tour showcased two new CDs, instead of the usual solitary one that goes on promotion during their tour of the region. Needless to say, I pounced on these CDs eagerly. Their new songs focused mainly on Jesus, as Lord and Saviour, the Holy Spirit our Comforter, and our loving Father in heaven, a stark difference from the days of old, when SOP was under the baton of a different leader. Then, a number of the songs written were heavy with consciousness of sin and wrongdoing, although there were some that spoke of hope and joy. Praise the Lord, that their CDs released these few recent years exposed a fresh revelation and knowing of God's love and grace in their lives.

Anyway, the worship session was very ministering not only for myself, Chor Leng confessed that she cried bucketful of tears as I did, and I noticed Henry wiping his eyes for a moment or two too. Clearly the sweet presence of our Lord was felt tangibly all around, indwelling the praises of His people, touching our hearts afresh with His love. Lord, I thank You for the privilege to commune with You. You are worthy of all honour and praise, amen!

Bless Breasts, Anyone?

Ok, before anyone badgers me to post an "adult content" sign on this blog entry, let me just assure you that what I'm talking about is as wholesome as the home-cooked meal on your dinner table last night.

You see, I was buying groceries at the Cold Storage in Great World City on Tuesday evening. When I got to the poultry section, I scanned the shelves for chicken meat. The whole layout was totally unfamiliar to me as I usually buys stuff from my neighbourhood market or the Bukit Merah NTUC. So I got to these packets of meat neatly arranged on one side and proceeded to check the label, to ensure that it is chicken meat (I hate pork!).

Imagine my surprise to see the words "Bless Breasts" printed there. Gosh, bless breasts? I don't know, are bless breasts part of a chicken or a pig, or some new delicacy? Could I have become so un-tuned to terminologies used by butchers these days, am I so not-in-touch with the rest of the world now...!!?? Okay, okay, a bit of an over-reaction back there, I'm sorry.

Turns out that Bless Breasts was supposed to be B'less Breasts, i.e. Boneless Chicken Breasts. Alright, maybe all the rest of you knew it except me. It's okay, I'm not shy to tell people of my perplexing moments. I enjoy laughing at my own daftness at times. Don't you agree the words Bless Breasts is very arresting, though? Heee heee...