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Here I am with someone who is very dear to me and who is able to elicit all sort of emotions from me.
I was riding a public transpo yesterday and I not only saw a mother holding a kid in her arms but heard their story as well. Okay, I’m a little guilty for listening but it was hard not to listen when she’s just a foot away from me. Her story is heart-wrenching and today, I wanted to ask a favor from everyone reading this to help me pray for her kid. Her kid who looks barely 2 is suffering from leukemia and they’ve been hopping from one institution to another for financial and medical support. I may not be able to help them much in that department but I reckon I can lift them up in my prayers. And I do believe in the power of prayer, so please join me in praying for the healing of this little cherub. TY
Now for my TT list, I’m thankful…
…for good times spent with Houston. He was home for 4 days and it’s such a blessing.
…for a patient and loving husband.
…for a kid that whispers iloveyou just-because.
…for an awesome God who showed us what true loving is all about.
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“Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to travel to places. One day, he thought of making a helicopter. He went to the hardware to buy screws, bolts and nuts, metal sheets, lights, wires… When he came home, he gathered all his tools - like his pliers, saw, wire cutter… And started to build a helicopter.”
Stories of creation.
For reasons I could not explain, I always tell my son stories of creation when he prods me to tell him a story. Usually but not always at bedtime. He’d say -Mama story of the …please. Example, he’d say “Story of the helicopter, please”
One time, while lying down on our bed, I asked my son: “What story do you want Mama to tell?”
I had thought maybe it’s the helicopter again. Or the story of the plane. Or the candle like he’d sometimes ask. I was certain it would be any of these.
But
when
I heard
my son,
I. couldn’t. believe. my. ears.
“Mama, story of the bowl please.”
The bowl? I was taken aback.
“Uhm, you mean the toilet bowl?” I think my voice slightly wavered then.
I was really stumped when my son said yes. For the life of me, I could not think of anything to say about the bowl - the toilet bowl! Not a degree in engineering has prepared me for that kind of question!
I thought and thought and thought as my heart echoed bowl, bowl, bowl… And I think my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with all the thinking.
P.S. In case you’re wondering, I did tell him something about the bowl - good mother that I am. *smirk* I hope he’d remember it so that one day, I can tell him how much effort I put into weaving that story.
I know, I know I’m so unfair. How could I put this cute little fella under the Bad Hair theme? If he could only talk, he’d have protested. He doesn’t deserve it. And I deserve some kicking in the arse for this.
Now in reality, it is me who rightfully deserves the Bad Hair title. Not him. If he could only talk, I’m sure he’s going to yell about that too. But I need to post an entry, so… my dear kyut koala, my apology.
He’s cute, right? I wish I could be cute like him when I’m having a bad hair day.
This is a difficult time for everyone -maybe globally. But more so in this country. A kilo of rice (in our area) costs Php 45 to 50 ($1.07 to 1.2) but I’m glad we still have food during mealtimes.
I’m thankful that we can still buy gasoline for the car, milk and other supplies for my son. I’m really glad that we can still pay for our basic needs and even have extra for few wants.
I’m thankful for a new camera. I’m still reading its manual and learning how to use it.
I’m thankful that my parents are happy and my family is happy.
I’m thankful for God’s love. He’s really a good God. And he loves me despite my weaknesses.
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