You are the Potter, I am the clay

It's been almost 10 weeks and I am finally returning to work. For the last 10 weeks, I've experienced motherhood at its worst and at its best. Whether good or bad, motherhood has certainly brought some growth in my life experience and you can call it a milestone. I feel that I have 'matured' a little bit - haha. It's very strange that now, I think like a parent instinctively - it's really wierd that now I can offer some good reasons to why some parents do the things they do or say the things they say. I want to be the mother who will express clearly my love and affection to her. I was raised in a culture where my parents do not say what they mean or do not mean what they say. They may have meant well but when it comes out of their mouth, it can sound so wrong, so unloving, so nagging, so irritating... probably it might have been the way my parents themselves were brought up. I think being a mother has changed me quite a bit. I am progressively being thawed by Ch

The Church I go to will soon be going through a rebuilding project. It is exciting times ahead and a season of faith for many of us. Currently there's a fund raising project that plans to raise 1 million within a month. This new initiative is on top of the monthly pledge that we've put in. Certainly God has been stretching my faith and I see myself responding to him. Not that I have an astronomical figure written on the card but certainly I knew God had stretched me... The pledge is also called the sacrifiical faith pledge which calls for a change of lifestyle and a call to give even if we do not have the amount yet. I hesitate about pledging an amount that I do not even have yet in my bank a/c - aka faith pledge... maybe for me, it's more a sacrificial pledge which requires faith and sacrifice at the same time. My thoughts kept drifting back to the account of Jesus, when he praised the widow who gave her two mites as one who gave her all. Not that I am seeking the praise b

Hahahah. Guess what this 'bored housewife' did during her 'free' time? I took pictures of Charis. She has very amusing expressions and each one is different. Since I found it to be interesting, I decided to share it. :)

It's easier to sing a song of surrender to God than to live the life of surrenderedness. So easy to respond to an altar call promising to God that we want to surrender but when the situation comes for us to live that surrender, we squirm, struggle, wrestle and sometimes quit surrendering because it is so hard to hand over the control of my life. It's always easy to believe in God when things are going well for us but when things go the other way, we struggle to grasp faith. Faith becomes more abstract on such a day, such a season. Singing an old song gave new meaning... Into Your hands, I commit again With all I am, for you Lord You hold my world, in the palm of Your Hands And I am Yours, forever Jesus I believe in You Jesus I belong to You You're the reason that I live The reason that I sing With all I am I'll walk with You Wherever You'll go, through tears and joy I'll trust in You And I will live in all of Your ways Your promises, forever A nice song with a v

2 days old 6 weeks old Charis is now 7 weeks old. So far, things been looking fine and improving. While night duty i.e. feeding is still part of motherhood, thank God that I am adjusting to this new schedule as compared to when it first began. Now that we are understanding each other better, things are getting a lot manageable. I guess it just progresses as both of us grow in our role. Her adjusting better to life outside the womb and me adjusting better to her needs, whims or fancies. Names we call her, " cutie pie ", "my darling girl" - dad uses it more than mum, "naughty girl", "sweetie"