No. I do not give a hoot if I still have anyone reading my blog because I have been lazy about it. I might still have a grand total of 1 audience and that will be my husband cos I coerced him into reading it by sulking in a corner.
I guess I cannot blame anyone for not reading my blog anyone because the update frequency is about as regular as an atheist going to church every week.
And why am I blogging today then? Cos it is Labour's Day in NSW and no other states are celebrating it and, boy, am I loving it.
I will be doing my big you-know-what this coming Sat and 2 weeks later, my life will change radically.
I am finally putting on my wifey apron and will be cooking my husband a decent meal which I owed him since marriage.
Yupe, I am one cheerful chipmunk today.
Last week, Chandler came from Singapore to join in the Sydney Harbour Bridge Run, a 42 KM marathon. I salute you my man. The only running I come very close to do is running around Myer trying to get all the shopping done before the store closes at 7pm.
We had such big meals everytime we meet up that it is so not funny. I can still smell the rosti digesting in my tummy when I burped 5 seconds ago. And that was last Mon's dinner at Una's.
Then when Chandler left on Sat, we got such withdrawal symptoms from losing a dining partner that we revenged by pigging out on all the leftovers we tah-bao back everyday and watched the movie Evan Almighty.
It has everything a comical film should have. Exaggerated characters, funny animals.
But the thing that strikes me the most and left the most impression on me is the scene where Joan, being upset that Evan starting to adopt a hippie-styled beard and hair and dressed in ancient robes and building an ark, took the children to her mum's to hide from him. They were having a meal at this dining place when the kids had to go to the loo and Joan asked for a refill on her fried chicken. The waiter who responded is God.
God (waiter in disguise) asked her what is wrong as she had a long face. She said her husband is mad and throwing away his career and family to build an ark. And she does not understand why this is happening when she has been faithfully praying to God everyday to have a loving and united family.
God smiled and said to her that does she think that when she prayed to God such a request, God will send to her and her family feelings of love and warmness so that they will feel close or God will actually present an opportunity for the family to be united? When you pray to God for patience, will God response by sending you this superpower patience or send you an opportunity to be patient?
She was so taken aback but she made a decision to bring the kids back to Evan and they, as a family, start to build the ark together.
Very chim right? But it strikes a chord with me. I was totally nodding my head, yeah he makes sense. Sometimes we just treat God as Aladdin's lamp, rubbing on Him to ask for this and ask for that and expecting the actual request en bloc. Should we actually expect opportunities to come and so we can walk the talk and do the walk? Surely we learn more and have something instilled in us when we get on our hands to learn to do things the hard way. I concur, I concur.
So, the next time I ask God for money, I should so expect God to send me many opportunities to make the money. ^_^
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