What A Day!
I went to work this morning wearing a different pair of shoes. They weren't new, but they weren't that comfortable either. I realised it only after I was approaching the bus stop. The feel that the shoes gave my feet was quite stiff actually. The more I walked, the more discomfort I felt. Then, just when I was about to arrive at my workplace, the left shoe strap gave way! And I discovered an abrasion on my left foot, which still hurts a bit now. Good thing no one behind me, nor was there anyone coming towards me, otherwise would be so embarrassing. I was 'stranded' right there in the middle of the pavement, wondering how I was ever going to get through this day. What's more, there's Bible study in the night too.
Slowly, but surely, I inched my way to office. I told one of my colleagues what happened and asked if I could borrow her sandals (an extra pair that she usually leaves in office) to wear for the time being. My colleague was so nice she allowed me to do so. { Thank you Audrey :) }
Moments before, I had also called my mother to tell her what happened and she immediately asked me where exactly my office was and said she would bring another pair of shoes down for me. I told her no need cos she's on MC actually. But what I didn't expect was, she came down in the end! And not just her, but with my brother as well! Both of them are on MC, but my brother drove and fetched my mother (and the shoes) down just to pass them to me. I didn't know they came because I was in a meeting and had left my hp at my workstation. So after the meeting, I saw that they had sent me 4 sms-es. And when I saw the shoes they brought down, I felt so touched.
I wanna thank God for my mother. She loves me so, so much. For the past 2 weeks, she's been preparing breakfast for me everyday before I go to work. Usually my father does it but ever since he found a job and started work in the same week as I did, he couldn't do that anymore, because he leaves the house even earlier than me. So my mother took over. And the breakfast she prepares isn't just a cup of milo and a slice of bread that kind. On one day, there was porridge, vegetables, prawns and Japanese crispy seaweed chicken. On another day, there will be pau, siew mai and half-boiled eggs. If not, it would be 4 slices of wholemeal bread spread with margarine and kaya & nicely packed into Ziploc bag. And all these my mother did even though she herself had to get ready for work around the same time. :) She's a wonder-woman! :)
As for my brother (Martin), we have been very close to each other ever since our lives were touched by God. We used to quarrel a lot, do things to spite each other, and will scream and shout at each other since young. But after attending our first Christian youth camp together at St John’s Island in December 1995, God supernaturally healed and restored our relationship. It was a miracle that took place overnight at the camp itself. We didn’t even apologise to each other or say anything; something just happened in the supernatural realm. When we came back to Singapore, our parents were surprised at the change in us. For we became very very close, so close that it was unbelievable. We would spend a lot of time together, pray together, share spiritual things with each other, go to church together, serve God together in ministry, and I would stick close to him all the time. We have the same flow, same frequency. Whatever he thinks in his mind is mostly what I have in mind.
Till today, my brother is someone whom I have deep respect for and look up to. He always encourages me when I am down, and always affirms me. It was he who sms me at least once every single day during my uni first semester. I was very depressed then and was crying almost every day, but he told me to pray cos he said that was the only way. He told me to confess the Word and praise God too. I did what he said (which, actually is what the Bible tells us to do lah) and things started working out fine over time. I still have all his sms-es because they are a reminder of how God delivered me out of that depression. Though now he’s married and staying on his own, I still get to see him at least once a week in service or once in every 2 weeks when he and my sister-in-law (and sometimes Pepper and/or Pixie) come over during weekends. I’m truly very proud of him and very glad that both of us are all in the same church and same zone. :)
I went to work this morning wearing a different pair of shoes. They weren't new, but they weren't that comfortable either. I realised it only after I was approaching the bus stop. The feel that the shoes gave my feet was quite stiff actually. The more I walked, the more discomfort I felt. Then, just when I was about to arrive at my workplace, the left shoe strap gave way! And I discovered an abrasion on my left foot, which still hurts a bit now. Good thing no one behind me, nor was there anyone coming towards me, otherwise would be so embarrassing. I was 'stranded' right there in the middle of the pavement, wondering how I was ever going to get through this day. What's more, there's Bible study in the night too.
Slowly, but surely, I inched my way to office. I told one of my colleagues what happened and asked if I could borrow her sandals (an extra pair that she usually leaves in office) to wear for the time being. My colleague was so nice she allowed me to do so. { Thank you Audrey :) }
Moments before, I had also called my mother to tell her what happened and she immediately asked me where exactly my office was and said she would bring another pair of shoes down for me. I told her no need cos she's on MC actually. But what I didn't expect was, she came down in the end! And not just her, but with my brother as well! Both of them are on MC, but my brother drove and fetched my mother (and the shoes) down just to pass them to me. I didn't know they came because I was in a meeting and had left my hp at my workstation. So after the meeting, I saw that they had sent me 4 sms-es. And when I saw the shoes they brought down, I felt so touched.
I wanna thank God for my mother. She loves me so, so much. For the past 2 weeks, she's been preparing breakfast for me everyday before I go to work. Usually my father does it but ever since he found a job and started work in the same week as I did, he couldn't do that anymore, because he leaves the house even earlier than me. So my mother took over. And the breakfast she prepares isn't just a cup of milo and a slice of bread that kind. On one day, there was porridge, vegetables, prawns and Japanese crispy seaweed chicken. On another day, there will be pau, siew mai and half-boiled eggs. If not, it would be 4 slices of wholemeal bread spread with margarine and kaya & nicely packed into Ziploc bag. And all these my mother did even though she herself had to get ready for work around the same time. :) She's a wonder-woman! :)
As for my brother (Martin), we have been very close to each other ever since our lives were touched by God. We used to quarrel a lot, do things to spite each other, and will scream and shout at each other since young. But after attending our first Christian youth camp together at St John’s Island in December 1995, God supernaturally healed and restored our relationship. It was a miracle that took place overnight at the camp itself. We didn’t even apologise to each other or say anything; something just happened in the supernatural realm. When we came back to Singapore, our parents were surprised at the change in us. For we became very very close, so close that it was unbelievable. We would spend a lot of time together, pray together, share spiritual things with each other, go to church together, serve God together in ministry, and I would stick close to him all the time. We have the same flow, same frequency. Whatever he thinks in his mind is mostly what I have in mind.
Till today, my brother is someone whom I have deep respect for and look up to. He always encourages me when I am down, and always affirms me. It was he who sms me at least once every single day during my uni first semester. I was very depressed then and was crying almost every day, but he told me to pray cos he said that was the only way. He told me to confess the Word and praise God too. I did what he said (which, actually is what the Bible tells us to do lah) and things started working out fine over time. I still have all his sms-es because they are a reminder of how God delivered me out of that depression. Though now he’s married and staying on his own, I still get to see him at least once a week in service or once in every 2 weeks when he and my sister-in-law (and sometimes Pepper and/or Pixie) come over during weekends. I’m truly very proud of him and very glad that both of us are all in the same church and same zone. :)
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