Collecting thoughts of my family’s (sans my little sister, bleah!) visit over the last two weeks. Too many precious memories, the pictures will do a better job of sharing the moments with you but here, I just want to leave trails of my heart strings.
After almost three months, I can finally do something I love to do back at home each day. A tiny ritual that is to me a simple pleasure of life, because it celebrates the existence of family and a place called home. Thanks to dad, mum and da-gu, I can step into my room after work, announce my arrival “我回来了!” and know for sure that this time, more than the four walls are there to greet me. Blessed, thank God for the family.
Dad has aged so much… As I review the pictures, it almost breaks my heart to see the lines crawling on his face. The face that causes his daughters to pine for his attention and love, the face that has brought the family much heartache and joy. Each time I hold his hand, look at him or talk to him, all I want him to know is that I love him so so much. And words that were missing this Father’s day finally found their way to my heart in certainty- that I would never trade him for any other person to be my dad. No matter what happens or how he fall shorts of the perfect father, he is MY daddy. i love you, papa...
Snapshot: I am preparing dinner for mummy, thankful that I can do something for her. Then Mum asked a couple of “irrelevant and redundant” questions, my eyebrows knit together and I feel a wild tantrum surging. Thank God for the Holy Spirit for self-control, so I answer her despite the urge to ignore and not answer her at all. Same old horrible me. witch :(
It is such a strange thing to be aware of His work in progress in your life. I want to kick myself for being so un-loving, and having so little of Christ in me yet. But I am thankful to see the Spirit that is at work within me, otherwise I would not feel bad at all. I pray for a day when I can take the naggings and ramblings of the older generation without a hint of impatience nor the need to control my bad temper.
Da-gu has been so apologetic and 客气 during her stay here. So much so it is painful. Is it the lack of love in her life that causes her to be unable to receive with an open heart? Always finding some way to return or repay? Always seeing herself as a burden and trying to keep out of people’s way? I wish she really knew that my brash-ness towards her is a result of the undoubting love I know we have for each other.
And now, just waiting for my moomoo to come visit me sooooooon……
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