When to hold one's tongue...........

It's a monday, a blue one? It is way past 10 am and had a brief chat with my first born earlier in the morning. Was re reading my blog and thought about the R word...REST.

It was an eventful week and possibly today someone comes and view the room in my princess's apartment. She sounds ok, and we will never know the outcome until we meet, she stays and for my princess to discover if she will be a good flat mate. The weekend was running around, in between work and showing my princess where to pay her utility bills and the like. Praise God as the repair was free on the lap top computer she comments as dinosaur. She lugs it out to check her email as her narcissistic girlfriend goes out with her. i know it is so mean of me to give that tag to her girlfriend, but boy.......she is one. It appears to me there is nothing more important or first priority in her life than how she looks. i know i should not judge people, but i am, but human.

i packed some lunch/snack for a friend and his sister as they do the final bits of packing or more of clearing of his ramshackle abode. Sorry, there i go again saying unkind words, but gosh the amount of things he hoard is outrageously crazy. A nice person though, but then again, there is always a strange part of us somehow. Like me, talking to myself this way.......i wonder what my tag is with others. i stand guilty, and Lord forgive me for my acid tongue or thoughts.

As i spent quite a bit of time with my princess, and i witnessed yet another "scene" or impatience or flare up with her boyfriend, i am in aghast!i cannot for the likes of me understand why my princess tolerates this boy. Only twice have i seen them together over 2 weeks, and on both occasion i see flare up. Is this what she thinks life at courting stage is like, i will not be surprised if more unfolds if he ever does well or God forbid they get married. i have learnt that unsolicited advice is never appreciated, but how does a mother hold her tongue. When you can see something they do not see. Next to praying and asking for God's intervention, my first born wisely tells me TIME.....and her sister's threshold before she really throws in the towel.i am reminded that we need to edify with Love and not have in mind, the I told you so approach.

i need to go see the doctor and have my regular blood test, and also to see how my heart is doing, am not quite sure if the latter is good, or is it the anxiety of going ons that brings me to feel the way i am. Lord, help me and thank you for reminding me not to worry about food or even our body as He will sustain. However, i am also reminded i need to do things i need to do, and let God do the things HE will do, so i better not play doctor and assume everything is fine.

The little digit on the right side of computer says 10.56, so i sign off now. God be with me as He give me the peace that surpasses man's understanding...

Spinning Plates........

Wow, it is almost 2 years since i last exercised my fingers in this blog. My first born made a blog especially for the both of us to see..as a parting gift when she yonder down down under....14th may 2009. i was somewhat surprised i was affected, i know i am a highly emotional person but the following day's spill over effect was beyond what i expected....the grief was unbearable. i could not function, i could not go to work as just a little time, i paused, i thought of my little girl and tears would just well up. i went out to buy some lunch, chicken rice. There i saw a girl with glasses and her spectacle rim was very similar to my little girl, i started to choke up and could not look at her, i began to tear. i held back my tears as if i looked at that girl, i would see my first born. i thought to myself, gosh she is well and alive and making steps to a new beginning in her life, why am i behaving as if i lost her totally. i guess i did not realise i felt and loved her as much as i do. As i write, i tear now just thinking about her. Perhaps i am a cry baby and need to just let my emotions go. i need writing therapy and i grief best this way.

Thoughts that there was less plates to spin is a fallacy. My hands keep them spinning. After spending a tinge bit of time before my first born's trip to NZ, my princess keeps me on my toes again. No wonder my life is a drama. Being in her house, supervising the help and trying to do a little bit of this, and a little bit of that all the time and every time, i am glad i gave myself some time last weekend. Whilst my pocket does not agree with the ringgit i donated to MPO and KLPAC this May month, i hardly ever regret going to the theatre. i took a pause to spinning the plates just on saturday, and this week was another crazy cycle. no one to blame, but just me, myself and irene. The 3 of us have probably lost a word in our vocabulary, REST....... i penned to a friend, letting him know he is loved, just to encourage him, just to applaud him as he deserves so much as he gives so much more., Dr Gan, i applaud you, do stop to smell the flowers and receive the LOVE all of us give you.

It's almost 11pm, and i should stop spinning for today, but if i had my way, my fingers would continue the spinning, but wisdom knows when the the R word must come.....Here it comes REST......LORD says.

Thank you Lord for a wonderful eventful and exciting week