Gifted Guides

Even in her young teens, my daughter , Arrow #3, had an eye for colour. When I go shopping I often take her with me, when I can. 

My Hubby is another - he will tell me if an outfit is "young" enough. How cool is that.

Well, recently Arrow #3 informed me that I have many spots in the house that are picture-worthy. This was something I hadn't noticed till she started posting and sharing. 

During the recent lockdowns, one activity with I did was painting our house. This involved using a colour which I initially didn't like (note to self :- Hubby chose you, so don't sweat it when he chooses a colour like this!) 

The end result is amazing, dreamy, but strong green-blue walls I can use for background adjustments during conference calls. Also for good photographs. Like this one.

I am glad for the suggestions and observations from gifted-eyed family...

PS They aren't the only ones! 

Lady with a Special Touch

My Mom.

She knits. She does patchwork. She can crochet. She's done macramé. Everyone in the family has a blanket made by her.

As a septuagenarian, you'd think she gives up on such things. But no, not her. In fact, she ventures into even more finite work.

Have a look. I kid you not.
Are these not the most exquisite handiwork? It's called tatting. Loops and knots and more loops and more knots. Add in a twist here and a tug there and voila!

Well, I might make it seem simple, but I am actually doing the craft a grave injustice. It's an amazing thing that she does - she makes them and gives them to me - so I can give them away. She makes more than one so I can give more than one away. It's a joy and a blessing.

Amazing woman, that she is.

A Little Scare

So the results came out a bit weird.

Initial reaction is to ask WHY? How can someone seemingly so fit come out with such skewed results?

Then a mental scramble for answers takes place.

Followed by resolve to find the right answer.

Then only do I recall I have hotline to the One Who is always there.

So I shoot an SOS to the Ancient of Days.

In return, I get peace that passes all understanding.

And so I relax.

And today, that is justified. That is proven correct.

My Arrow IS fit and fine. It was a skewed result, probably because he ingested something prior to the test being done previously.

Lesson learned - shoot SOS out earlier!

Underwater Answered Prayer

Prayer works.

You know that, I know that.

But when your offspring tells you that, it's cool.

Arrow #1 came home late tonight. He was out for surprise birthday party for a friend. It was at the beach and they had repeatedly thrown the friend into the sea. Of course they had taken her handphone away first to make sure it wasnt spoilt by the sea water. After she came out of the water, they then threw flour and eggs at her. Yes, that sort of party. After she got cleaned up, they let her be for a while and then , yes, they threw more flour and eggs at her.

All in all, a fun time....

Until they had to go home.

That's when they discovered the birthday girl's car keys missing.

Yes, it was probably in the water.

Can you imagine trying to find that a few hours later?

Well, try they did. They had no choice. So everyone panned out and searched. And searched.

Arrow #1 was obviously in the search party. A nice evening would have ended on a low if the key wasnt found.

After some time, he decided to pray. He stood at one spot for some time and prayer. He felt and searched the sand below him with his feet. Then he felt with his hands. He went through the sand a few times, sweeping from side to side. Normally, he'd just sweep through once and move to another spot. This time, he stood so long in one place, even another person noticed.

That's when he found it.

Yes, prayer works. He came home to testify.

Praise God

Problem Solving

For some time now we had been perplexed. Frequent stuffy nose episodes, terrible debilitating headaches, heavy head days. It was mind-boggling. We couldn't understand what the problem was. We even wondered if there were other problems we hadn't thought about. You know, problems with school perhaps. Or relationships that were not helpful. Maybe it was psychosomatic you know. How about her spectacles? Did they need changing?

And so it went on.

For months.

In the end, it was God's inspiration.

Spelt D-I-A-R-Y.

Yup, she is allergic to dairy products.

She's been off it for a while and she is fine.
Then one day I got another phone call from school - another headache. She was almost in tears from the pain. She could barely focus.

Later when she had recovered, she thought back and found the culprit. It was a new dish that the school canteen was serving. She tried it and discovered cheese in it.

The rest, as they say, is history....

Praise God!

Sweat!

It was supposed to be well organized and smooth sailing. He was scheduled to go back for his studies. I baked lots of cupcakes for him to take back. I even packed them in his check-in suitcase for him.

Then last night he came to me and asked for his passport.

What????

I never laid eyes on it since the last time I passed it to him month ago!

Needless to say, that sparked off hours of searching. Involved Hubby who was away facilitating at a retreat.

Hubby searched his things. I searched mine. He even went to his office, (taking time out from the retreat). So did I.

I searched at home till after 1am this morn. Finally told him to go to sleep and so did I.

Nothing turned up.

But I left his packed bag in the middle of the passageway. I refused to give up!

This morn, I had to go for Sunday service, and work. I left the two guys to continue their search.

Then just as the message began, the sms came. "Found it!" it said. Praise God! I then called my son to tell him where the lock for the bag would be.

Later I rushed from work to the airport to send him off, giving him a hug.

I should hug my other son too - for finding the passport and for sending him there. Phew!