Tis the Week before Christmas
Just received a card and gift from my father. He sent me a card from his company with season greetings and signed off dad. I wept when i read it.
Seems like this time of the year is the hardest for me. I often feel alienated, a foreign object to this land of the rising sun. Though i know that i was brought here for many reasons, as always missing home on a winter morning becomes a ritual for me.
I’m happy to be here for D and truly i feel i have learned alot the past year and a half. He said i have grown. Have i?
I dived in to my latest obsession my parties on 23rd and 30th. Trying to perfect it the best i can . The music , the arrangements, everything. Leave it to God to lead?
No, the music has to be the best to glorify him. Visions of BSC choir filled my mind. I remember the closeness i felt singing the hymns and wanted my friends to feel that too. Not caring for their feelings or thoughts.
A friend broke down during our choir practice. Perhaps it was culture differences? Perhaps i was too harsh or she too sensitive. But something she said made sense, something that D often speaks about. " Love, isn’t it the most important thing ?" .
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D asked me in the car on the way home.
" I don’t Know much about music . But what makes a choir good? The perfect sound or when voices are not perfect but people are singing with joy in their hearts?"
"Joy?" I thought about it. Have i been feeling Joy? I had been so focus on creating the perfect sound for God than I’ve forgotten that He takes pride on our Joy, Our glorifying Him. He sees the heart.
I told D " Why do we have so many faults though we try our best to change them little by little, new ones keep showing?"
"That’s when you know you are growing and that the Lord is showing you how to overcome them." He gently said.
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So with new found Joy , Peace and Hope i look forward to this sat. We even plan on going to the hospital to sing for K and some kids in their ward. With God’s strength.
I’m so happy that we are returning home for holidays soon.
NOTE to one’s self- cherish family and spend more time with them. 
What are your skeletons in the past year?
Have you overcome them?
What about next year ?
What do you hope to achieve?
Think about them. For me i hope i have grown wiser over the year and that i can bring into the new year. A new me.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A JOYOUS BLESSED NEW YEAR!!!
PS: We welcome the new arrivals of this year
Marie’s babe girl- Illie(thats her on the left) , Hikaru (Light)-Minnie’s baby boy and of course Jason, Yi kai that came to visit us. We had such a lovely time.He look like Sky sky …really"" …10months old i think i just miss sky….
okie then to all a Wondrous new year…will put more pics soon.
Oh yes 2 presents for all of you ….ha ha ,
My latest works…
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How it was, Christmas
Tippy toeing up the stairs at 9,
Holding my head up high,
rubbing my eyes.
Hoping to see my sock full of goodies,
and of course the presents under the Christmas tree.
Wearing my best dress,
skipping to the Christmas beat.
Whipping up a night of fun,
that was Christmas in my restless youth,
too much disaster, too much booze.
The lonely skies and miles of ice,
alone and sorrowful 20.
Christmas in Paris, London and San Fran.
Just wondering why? Wandering the streets on Christmas’s eve.
Though the sock no longer fills,
less dress with frills,
no exciting Christmas landscape
yet my heart is warmed from the chill.
This Christmas is for real,
my love, my gift , HIS will.
To see their eyes lit up with the knowledge,
to let them hear the truth and be still.
Joy and Peace i hope would last for all Christmas’s to come.
I feel strong just knowing whatever may come He’s real.
Still tippy toeing on Christmas morning,
making tea and yawning ,
it warms my heart as the morning is dawning,
knowing He was born this Christmas day.
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What would you do?
Would He cry when He sees this world not wanting Him?
Still they smile,
throw sticks and curses,
as slowly He walks the street.
Would their riches fade to dust,
if they only knew it would not last?
Still they parade in their finest,
wearing diamonds and gold dust.
Would they stop in their busy schedule
to see the Saviour that was Born?
Would they cry?
Would they stop?
Would they try?
Would they not?
Would i know of HIs great love for me,
if he was not sacrificed like a sheep?
Would i have wept?
would i have been saved?
Would i have found the peace finally that i had longed?
" O Holy Night, the stars are shining brightly.
Tis is the night of our dear Saviour’s Birth…."
