Over the past few days, I have pondered on life. If you wake up each morning and you are excited to face the day by going to work or school or wherever, keep thanking God for that blessing. If there are still some dreams in your heart and there are some visions you want to bring into realization, keep pursuing. If in all you do you seek self-gratification and not the glory of God, reorder your priorities. Because pleasing God brings happiness. Live on purpose.
Well, let me share a couple of my childhood memories.
Today, I remember my Primary 5 teacher, Mr. Hall. He was the first male teacher I had. He was funny and I just enjoyed that class with wonderful classmates. During that school year his wife was expecting a baby. He would come to class with a book of baby names. My friend (Hi Jae Hee!) and I would consistently ask him to bring a picture of his wife to class. We just enjoyed disturbing him. He eventually brought it one day and of course we commented on how pretty she was. And he eventually had a baby girl he named Irene. Irene means “Peace” or “One who brings Peace”. He also had a moustache and a beard. I remember the first time he shaved . I had entered the class staring at him, noticing something was different. After a while, in the middle of Maths period I exclaimed “Mr. Hall, you shaved!” There was an awkward silence and we erupted in giggles. “Thank you for noticing.” He replied or something along that line. Then he continued with the maths lesson.
I also remember our doctor when I was younger. He was quite an old man. I always had to go for check-ups before school resumed each year as mandated by the school. I always entered his office with a frightened look on my face because my eldest brother would have frightened me before leaving home. He would tell me the doctor would give me injections on my hand, leg, eyes, mouth, ears and nose. I never knew why I believed him every time. Of course, this never happened. The doctor would smile and encourage me to allow him check my heartbeat, my eyes, ears, my weight and the likes. When he was done, he would give me chocolate coins. This was always the climax of my visit. He had a drawer full of them. He would thank me for being a good girl and hand me chocolates. Of course, you can see why I have not forgotten him. I would keep rolling those coins in my hands till I got home. I would savour the chocolates later in the day while reading a book. I saw chocolate coins in a store some time ago and the sight brought a wide smile to my face.
I remember the thrill of growing up with brothers. On evenings when my parents went out, we would sit round the dinner table and play jackpot. “Suspecting” and watching each other closely with cards in our hands and laughing. I don’t think I actually cared who won. I just enjoyed it. Or we would just watch TV. My brothers taught me how to play scrabble and chess. They delighted winning the games but I was just so thrilled that little me was smart enough to play scrabble with teenagers. (I was less than 9 yrs.) I was basically living in the male world. My eldest brother, who scared me about doctor appointments, also played with me, teased me, and occasionally bought things for me. The second taught me computer games, and the third enjoyed tutoring me in maths during the holidays. I never enjoyed this because my holidays consisted of reading as many books as possible and writing as many stories and poems as possible. I guess their individual contributions helped me balance in my growing years. I loved sitting in their midst while they talked and laughed about secondary school. I just enjoyed listening to them. One day my teacher asked me what school I wanted to go to after primary school. I replied, “I want to go to my brother’s school.” My teacher just looked at me and smiled. I didn’t even know the name of the school back then. But because my brothers went there, I wanted to go there. Wherever ‘there’ was. Obviously, I just love my brothers!
Memories are a beautiful thing. Well, good memories. Whatever you may be passing through, I hope the Lord helps you reflect on His goodness. Smile friends, God is in control. Well, these are some musings on a beautiful Monday morning. Cheers!