Favour in Unfavourable Situations

Guidance in
Caring my son
Cooking food
Resume writing

Through my parents and the people
The Lord has put in my lives
My heart is filled with gratitude
Towards my Lord Jesus and the people

Courage enters into my heart
Humble myself
Willingly admit my son’s condition
Seeking help on his behalf

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 18 February 2016

Thank God and appreciate my mum to wake my son up with me and send him for school bus. She guides me in cooking methods and instructs me to buy collimix for my son to have better appetite. I listen and buy it for my son’s sake. Indeed, he feels better and has the appetite to eat his food after he wakes up. She explains the need of antibiotics to heal my son’s fever.

Amazing courage from the Lord to admit and confess to my cell group that my son has dyslexia. Oh no! I need to bring him to psychologist for assessment. It hurts me whenever I think of answering the dyslexia app questions. Lord, please give me confirmation from his school teacher.

FX (career coach) has edited the soft copy of my resume in a better layout. However, the downloaded edited resume (with the layout she does) words space disappear. Then the idea comes to open the resume I sent her and edit according to the part she edits. Thank God for her to have such ideas.

Thank God to answer my prayer and my cell members pray for His favour for a good general practitioner doctor. He explains the importance and good points of antibiotics to my husband. It is just to be taken for five days. Virus is likened to a lion whereas bacteria is like the running dog. Many doctors forget its benefits. That’s enough to shut his one-sided biases.

The “draw it out” words on the recent dragon dream keep echoing. Lord, should I draw it out? I take a heavy illustrated poems to read to my son. He answers that it is meant for him when he is bigger. So I ask which character he likes most. He points to an awful dragon illustration. I am shocked. How can there be a coincidence? Strangely, I am reminded of the article that autistic and dyslexia prove to be good combination. Oh no! Oh no! What should I do, Lord?

The resume that I need to send to education ministry has been completed and the time is up for me to send to education ministry. So I have to shower, take dinner and bring my son to see the doctor for complete healing. Why is this always happening, Lord? Why is sending resume for jobs are always being disturbed?

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Informants

A sudden intuition
An ending is reaching
Words popping out

Mother and brother
Show the whole situation
Words are taught to speak to him

Seeking prayers from my prayer warriors

Impressions of reading ‘Leadership’
Guides my thoughts and actions
Abrupt controlled emotions
Calms my mind
Final is the calm spirit to settle the discussion

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 15 November 2015

I thank the Lord to hear my prayers. After I reach home and take shower, I have the courage to tell my husband I need to dry my hair first. Then the child’s discussion begins in the playroom. The playroom turns into discussion room. He begins that he doesn’t want to disturb my life and his life. His facial expression shows he is planning something. He highlights that the helper wants to return to her hometown. Since I am the child’s mother, he needs to discuss it with me. It is unfair to him to continually trial and error to employ maids. Among the three maids, only the second maid can adjust to my mother’s cleaning standard. He feels that she needs to attend the maid course. However, I explain that mum had been handling the maid until my brother and I are coming to Singapore. Therefore, he suggests to put our son to a full day care and move school. He questions the reason I didn’t tell him about maid issue. I just tell him as it is. I didn’t want want to worry him so I do my best to solve the issue and even call the agency. Or else, he’ll feel frustrating to be disturbed all the time with such issues. He was frustrated when I called him about the toy purchase for our son before. He voiced out to me to make my own decision. The agency man tells me to let her stay for another month. His reply is that the agency man is sweeping the matter under the carpet to shirk responsibility. I’m surprised my brother is such a willing spy. I really appreciate his care and concern due to my lack of social cues.

Amazed courage to confront my mother to stop pushing me to get married and to say I’m not a puppet. Inside I feel so miserable for people often cross over my boundaries. It feels better to tell her. I still care about her.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Indecisive

Thursday, 23 January 2014
1. Live under the decision of others
2. My indecisiveness cost my current situation

Tuesday, 11 February 2014
The cycle of life is continuum

Friday, 14 February 2014
An indecisive freak is lost forever

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During attending a talk, the speaker introduced about the Six Word Submission at SmithMag.net and gave the participants papers to write their own six words about life. The above birthed out of my own life experience. Do participate in its creative ways to describe about lives and other stuffs. Enjoy.

Spray

Carrying around
The house
Jumping around
The sofa
Dashing around
The house
Climbing around
Metal doors
Chasing after
Grandma
Grabbing after
Colourful pictures

Heartbeat races
Adrenaline rush
Shouts of joy
Perspires unceasingly

Joining his grandma
Into her room
Meddling cosmetic drawer
Holding onto
Perfume bottle
Grandpa intervenes to
Stop him from
Dropping it
But

Spray! Spray!
Spray onto left armpit
Spray! Spray!
Spray onto right armpit
Surrender perfume bottle

Desiring to eliminate
Strong odour
Coming out of
Armpits

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 18 June 2013 at 4:54pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 19 June 2013 at 2:01am

The poetry written by Busy Mind Thinking about obsession at http://busymindthinking.com/2013/06/18/obsession/ reminded me of this poetry. This poetry is about the time my son was around two years old who knew that his armpits were smelly due to perspiration. Entering his grandma’s room, he meddle her drawer full of cosmetics. Within the cosmetics, he unknowingly grabbed onto a perfume bottle. The alarmed grandpa shouted at him to put the perfume back. Upon knowing it is a perfume, he instantly sprayed it onto his armpits. An angry situation turned into humour. Grandparents had a good laugh. At night, my helper narrated this event.