Random, unrelated scribblings
Lazy hazy days.... *sigh*
I think I must have been a sloth in my past life. Or maybe a pig. (Perhaps if I looked closely enough, I just might see a snout growing on my face). Not that I believe in reincarnation, but just for expression's sake, really. ^@^
Today during my quiet time I read something which I found very meaningful and which I'd like to share with you guys here. It's based on a passage from Ephesians chapter 3:
Eph 3:17b-18: ... And I pray that you.... may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fulness of God.
God's love is total. It reaches every corner of our experience. It is wide - it covers the breadth of our own experience, and it reaches out to the whole world. God's love is long - it continues the length of our lives. It is high - it rises to the heights of our celebration and elation. His love is deep - it reaches to the depths of discouragement, despair and even death.
A few things that, during a particular moment of silent reflection on a lazy day such as this, I thought about, and felt really grateful to God for:
1. That I live in Bentong. It's a quiet, peaceful, quaint little town where everyone knows everyone... it's very strategically located - near enough to KL for convenience and for entertainment, yet far enough from KL to be free of the hustle and bustle of city life; developed enough for me to not be totally detached from the outside world, yet undeveloped enough to still have that old-town charm about it. Like the other day when my brother went to the barber's (he's about 80 years old, how's that for a hair-saloon nightmare, eh, Ifran? :-P), of whom he's been a regular customer of over two decades. While waiting for my brother, I just sat on the wooden bench outside the shop and watched the old Ah Peks in white Pagoda singlets idling around the kaki lima's, commenting about the weather, hollering to their grandchildren to stop running about so, and sympathising with one another's assorted aches and ailments. It feels like time just stopped there, if you know what I mean. And there we were, the two siblings, all grown up and KL-ised - dyed hair, high-tech gadgets, nice shoes and all, feeling like we don't quite fit into the scene, and yet somehow feeling a queer sense of belonging. As if someone had cruelly pushed the fast-forward button in this old-school black-and-white movie. It's an irony I just cannot explain adequately.
2. Enid Blyton. I simply cannot imagine my childhood days without the company of Darrel, Felicity and the other Malory Towers girls, Fatty and friends, Elizabeth the naughtiest girl at school, the Secret Seven, even the three Gollywogs.
3. Cotton-candy clouds against sky-blue skies. (redundancy intended :-P)
4. Friends.
My laptop has arrived and it is now one of my three favourite toys - besides my digital camera and mp3 player. *grin* I think one day I shall give them names.
It is raining.
I think I must have been a sloth in my past life. Or maybe a pig. (Perhaps if I looked closely enough, I just might see a snout growing on my face). Not that I believe in reincarnation, but just for expression's sake, really. ^@^
Today during my quiet time I read something which I found very meaningful and which I'd like to share with you guys here. It's based on a passage from Ephesians chapter 3:
Eph 3:17b-18: ... And I pray that you.... may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fulness of God.
God's love is total. It reaches every corner of our experience. It is wide - it covers the breadth of our own experience, and it reaches out to the whole world. God's love is long - it continues the length of our lives. It is high - it rises to the heights of our celebration and elation. His love is deep - it reaches to the depths of discouragement, despair and even death.
A few things that, during a particular moment of silent reflection on a lazy day such as this, I thought about, and felt really grateful to God for:
1. That I live in Bentong. It's a quiet, peaceful, quaint little town where everyone knows everyone... it's very strategically located - near enough to KL for convenience and for entertainment, yet far enough from KL to be free of the hustle and bustle of city life; developed enough for me to not be totally detached from the outside world, yet undeveloped enough to still have that old-town charm about it. Like the other day when my brother went to the barber's (he's about 80 years old, how's that for a hair-saloon nightmare, eh, Ifran? :-P), of whom he's been a regular customer of over two decades. While waiting for my brother, I just sat on the wooden bench outside the shop and watched the old Ah Peks in white Pagoda singlets idling around the kaki lima's, commenting about the weather, hollering to their grandchildren to stop running about so, and sympathising with one another's assorted aches and ailments. It feels like time just stopped there, if you know what I mean. And there we were, the two siblings, all grown up and KL-ised - dyed hair, high-tech gadgets, nice shoes and all, feeling like we don't quite fit into the scene, and yet somehow feeling a queer sense of belonging. As if someone had cruelly pushed the fast-forward button in this old-school black-and-white movie. It's an irony I just cannot explain adequately.
2. Enid Blyton. I simply cannot imagine my childhood days without the company of Darrel, Felicity and the other Malory Towers girls, Fatty and friends, Elizabeth the naughtiest girl at school, the Secret Seven, even the three Gollywogs.
3. Cotton-candy clouds against sky-blue skies. (redundancy intended :-P)
4. Friends.
My laptop has arrived and it is now one of my three favourite toys - besides my digital camera and mp3 player. *grin* I think one day I shall give them names.
It is raining.
posted by may at 3:11 PM
2 Comments:
In response to yr 'unrelated scribblings', here's one of my own.
Love yr latest entry.
Just thought I'd pop in a comment cos I said I would. Actually, it's rather more like leaving a note cos, like we mentioned earlier...unrelated, right?
Do visit: jerusalemgypsy.blogspot.com
Or maybe you have!
Do you wonder how many ppl come in to read your blog? I've only just remembered the password to mine, so do pop by in a few days.
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Hi May!! Jenny here from the land DOWN UNDER :p I said i'd come to visit, and here I am keeping my word :) Hey, i am so encouraged by this particular entry of yours... ephesians is one of my fave new test. books...it really makes you go *wow*... and may!!! I also have that same love for enid blyton! remember? hehe...I still have heaps of her books... adventures of the wishing chair, the magic faraway tree, the famous five, etc... *sigh* those were the days... and remember LM Montgomery and Anne of green gable! *sigh* :) I cant wait to see u in a few weeks (8 to be exact)... we have lots to catch up on, and i'm sure our common love for photography will produce many *interesting* pictures when we meet! haha! take care girly! luv, jen :)
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