H.O.W

so, revelation at PrayerMeeting just.

H.O.W

when we ask God, “how?” maybe His answer comes when we go back to or have re-aligned ourselves with a HeartOfWorship

hmm.. and it’s your name too, dad. haha maybe kungkung is very wise/God-led when he named you….

or it could have been a funny story..

kungkung: his name is Chai Sze..how,ah? (to mama possibly)

nurse/naming officer person: ooh Chai Sze How nice also

tee.hee.hee. (happy advanced fathers’ day!)

AhKung

i thought about you today. and i teared up.

i miss you

but every time i remember you i praise God. i praise God for the person (who i think is a doctor/health professional) who led you to Christ before you went to be with Him for all eternity… and i remember one of the reasons why im doing what im doing at Uni

sometimes i wish i could turn back time and we would be in your bedroom and you will tell me things about the drama on the telly. or how you would ask me to help you pack angpaos. or how only you could get my Hakka name right as it should rightfully be “Huin Yin”… i remember the times you would complain about my kicking through the night over the kolo-mee-breakfast. how you would then bring me with you to the shop and i would sit with you in the airconditioning room-trying to be productive but not really

i remember Selesa Medical Centre as it was then called- the days when you started becoming sick. i still don’t understand what it was but you kept going on. Mount Elizabeth Hospital suddenly became a familiar term in the family… i would like to think i prayed for your recovery but i don’t remember, but i do remember that day

Nov 11- raining and grey skies. coming out from the primary block to see Dad waiting with the umbrella opposite at the school hall. somehow i knew.

i also knew that i should not cry at that moment in front of my mum for some reason. i remember this thought: be strong for Mum. don’t add to the pain. so i wept as quietly as i can in the room, as i still do at times like these.

one of my greatest regret is not being at the funeral due to exams. honestly i don’t know if i could have even taken it in.

i miss you

 

i love my family.

i was walking past the JohnMedley building towards Grattan Street, Gate 10 and this thoughts came to mind…

 my mum has the prettiest and most feminine feet… i love how she comes and goes… the graceful way she moves around the house to work and everywhere… and especially when she comes to my room just to chill and have a bit of heart-to-heart

my dad has the strongest character of any man i know. i always thank God when i think about my dad.. and i think that is it- like you know living a life in such a way that when people remember you, they praise God.. that is like the greatest achievement. i praise God for the wisdom He gave my dad.. the words my dad spoke was the very words i believe my Papa was speaking to me.. even at the age of 5 (going 6) i will forever remember when he told me  i have got to set the example.. it was when he was driving past STPRI, i think we were coming back from Miri..

 and my younger brother.. no longer little because he is bigger than i am… always an inspiration.. i have no idea how he can do all the musical stuff he does.. it is good.. and what is even better is that he is using it to build His kingdom… and now living by himself with a housemate… i pray he is growing.. i treasure those times when we would play together.. he was always smarter than i was.. :p love you buddy!

Thank You PapaGod for sucha wonderful family that reflects who You are…

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