Friday, November 26, 2010

BEING A MOTHER


After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to
take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She
said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves
you and would love to spend some time with you.'
* * *
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit
was my MOTHER, who has been alone for 20 years,
but the demands of my work and my two boys had
made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
* * *
That night I called to invite her to go out for
dinner and a movie.
* * *
'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked?
* * *
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign
of bad news.
* * *
'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'
She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
'I would like that very much.'
* * *
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick
her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her
house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
about our date. She waited in the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the
dress that she had worn to celebrate her last
birthday on November 19th.
* * *
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel's. 'I told my friends that I was going to go
out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said,
as she got into that new white van. 'They can't wait to hear about our date'.
* * *
We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat
down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only
read large print. Half way through the entries, I
lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at
me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 'It was I
who used to have to read the menu when you were
small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and
let me return the favor,' I responded.
* * *
During the dinner, we had an agreeable
conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up
on recent events of each other's life. We talked so
much that we missed the movie.
* * *
As we arrived at her house later, she said,
'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me
invite you.' I agreed.
* * *
'How was your dinner date ?'
asked my wife when I got home.
'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,'
I  answered.
* * *
A few days later, my mother died of a massive
heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't
have a chance to do anything for her.
* * *
Some time later, I received an envelope with a
copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I
paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
plates - one for you and the other for your wife.
You will never know what that night meant for me.
I love you, son.'
* * *
At that moment, I understood the importance of
saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved
ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is
more important than your family. Give them the time
they deserve, because these things cannot be put off
till 'some other time.'
* * *
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back
to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody
doesn't know that once you're a mother,
'normal' is  history.
* * *
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct .. somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
* * *
Somebody said being a mother is boring .
somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a'good' mother,
your child will 'turn out good'....
somebody thinks a child comes with
directions and a guarantee.
* * *
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a
mother. somebody never helped a fourth grader
with his math.
* * *
Somebody said you can't love the second child as
much as you love the first .... somebody doesn't
have two children.
* * *
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother
is labor and delivery....
somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus
for the first day of  kindergarten ...
or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'
* * *
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
child gets married....somebody doesn't know that
marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
mother's heartstrings.
* * *
Somebody said a mother's job is done when
her last child leaves home....

somebody never had grandchildren.
* * *
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so
you don't need to tell her....
somebody isn't a mother.

Sunday, November 07, 2010

WHAT IF?



What if God couldn't take the time to bless us today because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday?

What if God decided to stop leading us tomorrow because we didn't follow Him today?

What if we never saw another flower bloom because we grumbled when God sent the rain?

What if God didn't walk with us today because we failed to recognize it as His day?

What if God took away his messge because we failed to listen to the messenger?

What if God didn't send His only begotten Son because He wanted us to be prepared to pay the price for sin?

What if the door tof the church was closed because we did not open the door of our heart?

What if God stopped loving a caring for us because we failed to love and care for others?

What if God would not hear us today because we would not listen to him yesterday?

What if God answered our prayers the way we answer His call to service?

What if God met our needs the way we give Him our lives?

Friday, November 05, 2010

WAITING FOR A PERFECT MAN? :D


Waiting . . .

waiting . . .
waiting . . .
Waiting for someone to come in
Waiting for someone to hold me
Waiting for someone to feed me
Waiting for someone to change my diaper
Waiting . . .
Waiting to scrawl, to walk, waiting to talk
Waiting to be cuddled
Waiting for someone to take me outside
Waiting for someone to play with me
Waiting for someone to take me outside
Waiting for someone to read to me, dress me, tie my shoes
Waiting for Mommy to brush my hair
Waiting for her to curl my hair
Waiting to wear my frilly dress
Waiting to be a pretty girl
Waiting to grow up
Waiting . . .
Waiting for my breasts to develop
Waiting to wear a bra
Waiting to menstruate
Waiting to read forbidden books
Waiting to stop being clumsy
Waiting to have a good figure
Waiting for my first date
Waiting to have a boyfriend
Waiting to go to a party, to be asked to dance, to dance close
Waiting to be beautiful
Waiting for the secret
Waiting for life to begin
Waiting…
Waiting to be somebody
Waiting to wear makeup
Waiting for my pimples to go away
Waiting to wear lipstick, to wear high heels and stockings
Waiting to get dressed up, to shave my legs
Waiting to be pretty
Waiting . . .
Waiting for him to notice me, to call me
Waiting for him to ask me out
Waiting for him to pay attention to me
Waiting for him to fall in love with me
Waiting for him to kiss me, touch me, touch my breasts
Waiting for him to pass my house
Waiting for him to tell me I’m beautiful
Waiting for him to ask me to go steady
Waiting to neck, to make out, waiting to go all the way
Waiting to smoke, to drink, to stay out late
Waiting to be a woman
Waiting . . .
Waiting for my great love
Waiting for the perfect man
Waiting for Mr. Right 
Waiting . . .
Waiting to get married
Waiting for my wedding day
Waiting for my wedding night
Waiting for sex
Waiting for him to make the first move
Waiting for him to excite me
Waiting for him to give me pleasure
Waiting for him to give me an orgasm Waiting . . .
Waiting for him to come home, to fill my time…
Waiting . . .
Waiting for my baby to come
Waiting for my belly to swell
Waiting for my breasts to fill with milk
Waiting to feel my baby move
Waiting for my legs to stop swelling
Waiting for the first contractions
Waiting for the contractions to end
Waiting for the head to emerge
Waiting for the first scream, the afterbirth
Waiting to hold my baby
Waiting for my baby to suck my milk
Waiting for my baby to stop crying
Waiting for my baby to sleep through the night
Waiting for my breasts to dry up
Waiting to get my figure back, for the stretch marks to go away
Waiting for some time to myself
Waiting to be beautiful again
Waiting for my child to go to school
Waiting for life to begin again
Waiting . . .
Waiting for my children to come home from school
Waiting for them to grow up, to leave home
Waiting to be myself
Waiting for excitement
Waiting for him to tell me something interesting, to ask me how I feel…
Waiting for him to stop being crabby, reach for my hand, kiss me good morning
Waiting for fulfillment
Waiting for the children to marry
Waiting for something to happen Waiting . . .
Waiting to lose weight
Waiting for the first gray hair
Waiting for menopause
Waiting to grow wise
Waiting . . .
Waiting for my body to break down, to get ugly
Waiting for my flesh to sag
Waiting for my breasts to shrivel up
Waiting for a visit from my children, for letters
Waiting for my friends to die
Waiting for my husband to die
Waiting . . .
Waiting to get sick
Waiting for things to get better
Waiting for winter to end
Waiting for the mirror to tell me that I’m old
Waiting for a good bowel movement
Waiting for the pain to go away
Waiting for the struggle to end
Waiting for release
Waiting for morning
Waiting for the end of the day
Waiting for sleep
Waiting…


A Poem by Faith Wilding

Heheheheh I find it quite funny when reading this poem. I can hardly say it’s wrong nor right, but we can’t deny it, seriously, yet it seems like facts.  I even think I will use this poem as my paper topic for Literary Criticism Subject, tee-hee..

I bold three sentences that really catch my eyes..
Talking about the perfect guy, I can stare at this picture for soooo long time..

You know, it's like talking to us, "Just wait till you become a skeleton and you still won't ever found him." Even for that dog :p
Yeah that's true, we can't find someone perfect, MOREOVER, A MAN, hahaha.. As if finding the kind one hasn't been difficult yet, how are we supposed to find the perfect one? It's a dream beyond the dream~

Just like a status in Facebook my friend ever showed me:
An ideal guy is.. 
not smoking,
not drinking,
not lying,
not gambling,
not cheating,
and not EXIST! :p

So every single woman in this world knows it very well, I supposed, that we shouldn't wait for a perfect man. Yet how many of us still dreaming about a handsome-tall-rich-kind-gentle-man to be our spouse? I can't deny it can be the effects for watching Korean dramas too much, haha.. 

And of course we can't blame on girls who are affected because it has been girls' natural desires and needs, to be protected and to be treated well just like the main-male-characters on Korean dramas. They always do sweet things and girls can't resist that. As my godmother said, girls' heart is like a spoonful of margarine, heat them with the warmth of love and it will melt, tee-hee~ 

But we have to realize that we are not that perfect to deserve someone perfect, we even are not that good to deserve someone good, but I think it's kinda God's grace to give us spouse who are too good, even when we don't deserve him, but God knows how he-who-becomes-the-right-one manage with us. Completing our imperfections, decreasing our weaknesses, and over floating our good-sides. :p So if he is created to mend our missing parts, then why we don't ask for the imperfect ones as well, so we will have something to give them. So that we can mend their 'hole' too and we just simply complete each other. It sounds good anyway, imperfect + imperfect = perfect couple. :D

Then even if we have agreed that we shouldn't wait for the perfect ones, it doesn't mean that the right ones don't exist. Still has to be said, the right decision of course is to wait for the right man. RIGHT shouldn't mean  that he has Lee Min Ho's face, Huang Xiao Ming's body (even if I adore him a lot wakakaka), Prince William's status, Robert Pattinson's popularity, nor Justin Bieber's wealth. Why am I choosing celebrity to compare by the way? :p I mean, they shouldn't be just the same as our imagination about THE RIGHT ONE. However, does it mean that we can choose as we wish, when we think he's match with us, we like him, he likes us, then it's allright? Does it run that simple? 

*O c'mon, don't try to make it complicated.*

But how if the topic about choosing our spouse is really a complicated one? How if actually, what so called like, love, care, kind,  well-settled, are not enough?

*ALRIGHT,  you just talked about meeting imperfection perfectly and now you are talking about NOT ENOUGH thing, actually what on earth are you talking about?*

What I try to say here is, in my point of view, what we see, what we think we feel, maybe haven't been enough yet for a serious long-term relationship with a man. Maybe he's kind, he's adorable, he can make us happy, make us feel secure, but here is the one thing we need to be sure of:

How is his relationship with God?

People change, yes indeed, so do men. They can be SUPER-GREAT while chasing us, ULTRA-GREAT after becoming together with us, and turn into AWFULLY-BAD while they are bored, or mad or upset, or many other things. If this happens only in the usual relationship, YES it hurts, but we still find the way out, just end it, so does the problem solved. But how if this happens in a marriage? Can we stop it, end it, and say good-bye each other, yeah right we didn't make it this time, maybe I'll try with other people? Will you?

That's why, us, women, can't depend only on what's seen through eyes. We need to ask God, is him really the right one for us, FROM GOD? Not right only in our eyes, in our heart, in our family's eyes, in our friends' eyes, but in God's eyes, is he really the one? Does he manage an intimate relationship with God? If not, then how could he lead us to do so? 

These sentences from my godmother I won't ever forget said, "When you look for a husband, see whether he has LOVE and FEAR of the Lord? Because if he doesn't, then no matter how kind he is, it's useless. Human's kindness is temporary, it depends on the situation, it's limited, but once he has love and fear of God, then God will supply him with endless heavenly kindness. Maybe your husband can't buy you a diamond or jewels, but he will be the best DIAMOND OF YOUR HEART~ wkwkkw.. I LOVE THIS ADVICE ANYWAY~ 

So, women out there, we will find the right ones, just surrender to Him and always consult with Him for every choice and decision we make. :D

Take a look at this, you will love it: A Message from God
HAVE AN ABUNDANT LOVELY NIGHT ^^

Thursday, November 04, 2010

IN WHOSE HANDS

A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark Mcguire's hands is worth $19 million.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Pete Sampras' hands is a Wimbledon Championship.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.

It depends whose hands it's in.

Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.

It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.

It depends whose hands it's in.

As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.

So we can put our concerns, our worries, our fears, our hopes, our dreams, our families, and our relationships in God's hands because --

It depends whose hands they're in.

Now this message is in your hands.
What will you do with it?
It depends whose hands it's in.


Have a Blessed Day :D