Mummy, where's my _________ ?

I could pick up a phone, 

Say 'hi'

And instantaneously my mum would know if something was wrong.

She'd always tell me that I should do things out of love,

That I didn't need all the qualifications in the world to succeed.

If I ever doubted her, she'd use herself as an example. 

And assure me how great she turned out.

She could calm a war with two sentences and she'd make friends with anyone that crossed path with her. 

She is my mother and most importantly, she is my best friend.

For that mummy,

I'm sorry that sometimes my actions upset you and that I can't seem to get a hold of things.

But despite my fears of your disappointment, I confide in you all my fears, my incapabilities because I know ultimately that you love me beyond what I can do but you love me for who I am.

I thank you for sharing with me your God, a God that over the years has become mine too. You showed me how to draw strength from Him in times of need and often when I was struggling, you've drawn strength on behalf of me. Thank you mummy for being my rock when I was too lost to find my balance, for being firm in the ways of The Lord and yet so gentle in the ways of love. 

I often take you for granted and sometimes I wonder at the amount of heartache I've potentially caused, but the one thing you've taught me about God through your actions is that love really is unconditional and that no one is keeping track.

Now that I've grown up, and I'm away from home. Often I have to take on the role as a mother, and I realise how much grace this role thoroughly needs. The frustrations the disappointments, I sometimes fear myself because I'd act out of the moment, out of anger, and it would take the hand of God (often, the voice of a mother through a phone call ) to calm all the earthquakes here on earth. 

To all the mothers out there, I salute you for all that you have done. I thank you even more for the things that you have done without anyone knowing.

Often, we as children take you for granted, forgetting that we are here because of the grace you've had in our lives. 

To all the mother's out there, and to my mum all the way in Malaysia. 

Happy Mother's Day

There is no greater grace given than the grace to be a mother.

Goodbye.

All the finger pointing, the blaming, the accusing.

It happens.

Because there is a whole load of hurt happening.

As much as people claim it doesn't really help.

The blamings will happen, 

to allow the families to find a sense of closure.

Any sense of closure.

I couldn't imagine having a love one on that plane.

As a child, I'd panick if my parents came home too late. 

I've always feared loss.

To the families, 

I am so sorry.

I pray to God, that you'll find peace.

I pray that you'll find the strength to unclench your fist, despite the anger..

and hold your hands in prayer.

I pray that the tears you shed will not go unnoticed,

And that you find comfort in knowing that your families or friends on that plane, will never be forgotten. 

I pray you find rest, 

That you may shut your eyes once again without being striken my pain.

I pray that even though I do not personally know you,

That I wish I could be by your side.

To hold you.

To cry along with you.

To comfort you.

The unfairness of it all may be uncomprehandable now, 

But I pray you do not lose hope in life.

That despite the cruelness of it all,

That one day,

You'll be able to open your eyes and your heart,

And slowly see the world beyond it's surface of injustice.

Sometimes letting go is the hardest,

Because we think they'll never come back.

But once you realize that they will never leave you,

You can continue journeying this life,

Knowing that though they may not be present,

They remain in your hearts.

Watching you from above.

A farmer's struggle

The struggles of growing a seed,

Is never knowing if the efforts will pay off.

You till at the soils, you shower it with love.

In hopes that a harvest awaits.

But sometimes,

That harvest will not come in your time.

So you just pray,

That the next farmer that comes along.

Will be able to reap something beautiful from your sowing.

So for now,

You just hope that the little seed will become the best it can be.

To know that maybe...

Just maybe.

It was all worth it.