HILARIOUS @ RESERVOIR
Really want to thank God for all that happened today. For without God’s presence, the extreme hilarious fun and joy will not be there.
My father decided to bring us to Upper Pierce Reservoir for a walk. Though was a bit tired after a long day, I was very encouraged by my father’s suggestion because its been a long time since we’ve had a great time at the reservoir.
On the way there, he stopped by the golf station nearby and instructed me to buy 5 COLOURFUL golf balls. Hmmm…. I was wondering what was he up to…??
As we stepped out of the car and walked towards the long stretch of path beside the waters, with beautiful flowers alongside, my father started to stop for a while. Then he started to take out the 5 golf balls and placed 3 balls side by side on the rough ground.
With 2 more balls left in his hands, he started to walk away from the 3 balls and came to a spot about 2.5 metres away. With the balls, one by one he used it to aim at the 3 rested distanced balls.
His goal is to play this game like a professional bowler would do, and make sure his attempted aims are fruitful. So this is a bowling game on a rough stretch in a reservoir setting! My father is so creative huh! Hahahhaha…..
The next funny thing happens……..
My father wanted to compete who can WALK the fastest. Yet the rule of the competition is, we are all supposed to TAKE ONE STEP AT THE SAME TIME TOGETHER. No one is to walk more than a step than the rest. Immediately I told my father I will SURELY win because my leg is so much longer than his lor……..
Of course my father doesn’t believe in me. Guess what?! As the competition started, we began to take 1st big step together, then 2nd big step together….
When it comes to the 3rd step, my father held my hand and said, “STOP!”. He decided to give up this competition because he is simply too far behind me even in a SINGLE STEP.
I laugh so hard that I think the whole reservoir can hear me!!!
The next super hilarious thing happened. Not willing that this competition just stop right here………. I suggested to my family that we play another competition. This time we still compete who walks the fastest. But we really walk with speed, and not taking one big step together at the same time.
When the competition started, my father, mum, sis and myself, in one single row, started to walk REALLY FAST. However, the action of walking fast together with your family members was really very very funny.
You could feel someone beside you walking so fast and trying so hard. When I was walking speedily, I closed my eyes! Because the moment I opened my eyes, I laugh so hard at my family members that I almost tripped over!!!
It was such a simple thing in a simple setting. Yet everything can be so fun and so meaningful. I am really very grateful for this great quality time with my family. A time so well-spent that I wouldn’t give, even for what the world could offer.
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A Great Pleasure ~~ Quality Life
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Meaningful
God is the only one who can make the valley of trouble a door of hope.-- Catherine MarshallLabels: Poetry and Inspiration
Writings of Nancy Jo Sullivan
I had a bad cold that evening, and I crawled into bed much earlier than usual. While my husband and kids watched a movie downstairs, I huddled under blankets, my body achy and chilled. A soft rain shower fell out side my bedroom window. I started to relax. The sound of the dropping rain had a soothing rhythm, a soft, pattering cadence that calmed me like a lullaby.
Just as I began drifting off to sleep, I noticed Sarah, my Down syndrome daughter, standing in the doorway. With her curly hair pulled into pigtails, she was wearing a long robe and fluffy pink slippers. Her petite silhouette was shadowed by a light in the hallway.
“Mom…..you…….you……forgot to tuck me in,” she stuttered in a respectful whisper.
For Sarah, daily patterns and routines were very important. Even though she was sixteen years old, she still functioned at the level of a first grader. I knew this family ritual that we called “tuck-in-time” brought closure to her day and predictability to her life.
“Let’s wait a while,” I suggested as I motioned Sarah near. Without making a sound, Sarah sat down on the edge of my bed. For a moment, the two of us listened to the rain drumming on the roof above us.
“The rrrrain is nnice,” Sarah said.
I took her hand in mine. “It is,” I replied as I began remembering her early childhood and the many mother-daughter moments I had spent at her bedside. Night after night, I had tucked her in, snuggling a quilt over her shoulders and tracing a small cross on her forehead.
I remembered one night when Sarah was about nine years old. I decided it was time to teach her bedtime prayer. While Sarah nestled beneath her blankets, surrounded by pink-checked pillows and stuffed animals, I slowly repeated a rhyming passage about God and guardian angels, a simple four-line prayer.
“It’s….It’s….ttoooo hhard ffor me,” Sarah admitted with a sigh of dismay.
Stroking her hair, I saw her brow wrinkle with frustration.
“Sarah, what do you want to tell God?” I asked as I gently folded her small fingers into a clasp of prayer.
Sarah closed her eyes tightly as if formulating her thoughts.
“Dear God…..I…..I….love….mmmy mom,” she said.
Throughout the years, Sarah had offered this “mom-prayer” time and time again. Though she had never learned to memorize other childhood prayers, I had grown used to this nightly routine of guiding her through simple question-answer petitions.
But now, much to my surprise, I felt Sarah tug my bedspread over my shoulders, gently and tenderly smoothing each crease of the quilt.
“Mom, what ddo you wwant to tell God?” she asked as she traced a small cross on my forehead.
I closed my eyes. I felt like an adored child. I felt safe and secure.
“Dear God……I love Sarah,” I said softly.
Sarah smiled. The prayer lingered. The rain continued to fall in song-like beats, covering our home and sliding down my bedroom window in small streams. So, too, a shower of love was raining down on us from heaven, blessing us.
I began to doze as Sarah quietly tiptoed to her room across the hall. I heard the squeak of her box spring and the rumpling of covers as she crawled into bed. I wondered if I should help her settle in for the night. She’s growing up….let her go, an inner voice whispered in my heart.
Curling up in the comfort and warmth of my bed, I called out to her. “Sarah, are you an angel?” I heard her giggling. She thought I was joking.
From across the hall she called back. “I…... I…. am.” And the rain kept falling.
Labels: Poetry and Inspiration
Really want to thank God for all that happened today. For without God’s presence, the extreme hilarious fun and joy will not be there.
