My quest to make sense of my present experience continues but I know my God is a loving Heavenly Father and whatever He has in mind can only be for my own good. So I try and remain positive and obey Him, by being joyful and at peace. Yes, it’s tough but I am deliberately being joyful and peaceful as an act of obedience. I don’t know how this is done, but I am, somehow, doing this. It must be only because He’s making it happen. How else does one be at peace and joyful, when there is little external cause?
Life goes on. It must. So on Saturday I went for my usual weekend run, came back and cooked breakfast for kiddo and myself as Theresa went for a haircut. I do my usual house cleaning, albeit the minimum required only – cleaned the toilets and bathrooms. We then sent kiddo for her tuition and went grocery shopping. Picked kiddo up from her tuition and sent her straight to a birthday party. SS turned 12 on Saturday. We had the whole house to ourselves but unfortunately, Theresa had another one of those ladies’ meeting in church so I stayed home all by myself, did some reading and then decided to watch a DVD which a church member lent Theresa.
Bernard Ankomah is a Ghanaian preacher who now lives in England. I did some quick research on the net on him as some of the stuff he said on the DVD was a bit off, though overall, he was a great encouragement. I then watched a few programs we had recorded on the DVD, including some back episodes of The Sopranos. Theresa finally came home after 6pm, and we warmed up some frozen curries for dinner.
SS’s birthday party was supposed to be a sleepover but kiddo had decided she would come back late that night, maybe around 9.30pm, instead of sleeping over. So after dinner, Theresa and I still had about 2-3 hours to kill, with the whole house to ourselves. Great party, SS!
Next day in church, we were half expecting an old friend to call us. We had spoken to someone the day before and we were told he was visiting Melbourne. He had just had his PR application approved the week before and he was so excited (he had waited a while) that he decided to make the first entry visit immediately and was due to touch down on Sunday morning. Anyway, he didn’t call and we figured he may be too tired, with 3 young kids to tug along on an overnight flight. I’ll try to call him tonight, I think. He’s a good mate and a dear brother.
Theresa had a bit of migraine while we were in church yesterday, so we didn’t hang around after church. We came home early, and she went to bed. Kiddo and I played PS2 a bit (Pro Evolution Soccer – 5, I think), mucked around with Thierry Henry’s profile on it (he’s now a 40 year old bald, paunchy short white guy with the footballing ability of slightly better than that of yours truly). We also played around with the profile of a Chinese national player by the name of Soi Nan. Soi Nan is now a hulking 200cm 85kg behemoth, more muscular and stronger than Samson, but more agile than Michael Jordan. He also has, I think, more football genius than Pele, Georgie Best, Diego Maradona, Alfonso DiStefano, Beckenbauer, … combined. We ran out of time to try out a game between Arsenal and China and kiddo decided to go surf the web while I watched the ECL Magazine show on SBS.
Theresa woke up considerably refreshed, her migraine was gone and we decided to go out for a walk – it was a sunny 20 degree day – and we chatted about a number of things. We talked about kiddo’s development, about her contemporaries’ issues (as shared with us by their parents), about my issues at work and about God dealing with us. We came home, pottered around the house, sent kiddo out for a walk and decided to go out for dinner at JG’s.
After dinner, we went to grab a few things at the local Safeway’s. While at the deli section, someone came up to me and said, “Excuse me, are you Ian? You have that blog called Mal Blog?” I was stunned as she was a complete stranger and I realized then how vulnerable it can be to share your life on the web. I don’t ever publicize my blog yet I get a stranger coming up to me in this way. For a few seconds I thought of the Malaysian SB and wondered if they had anything to do with this but then thought I was probably over exaggerating my own importance. She is probably a Malaysian living in Melbourne who probably wants to see if someone else like her shared any experience she could identify with. I asked her to leave her contact details with me if she’d like to, and we could get together at some point. I hope she does.
This morning I woke up with my usual combination of Monday morning blues and uneasiness of my present work situation but as usual, asked God to do something about it. So here I am, in office, with little to do, except reflect yet some more and wonder what’s going to happen – hence my current entry, which has so far distracted me from the little work I have for about 15 minutes already. Like the poem in the previous entry says, I’m wondering what this picture God is painting is eventually going to look like.
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