Never let You go

The children just made my night. But I was a little stupefied when I had to bring a little four year old girl to the restroom. She stared at me when we were in there and I asked her if it was because she couldn't manage herself. She nodded her head and so I thought I had to just help her with her dress. But guess what, she had pampers on!

So Teacher Veron had to personally help her with her pampers. Oh gosh, what an experience.

I reached home tonight and just sat by my fish pond for a while. It's been some time since I did that, but when I was out with Joe today he told me it's a very therapeutic thing so I thought it was time that I try it out again. Then I understood the whole fish farm idea.

Today I learnt that in order to truly understand someone, we have to take time out and make an effort to stand in his shoes, do what he does, see what he sees, hear what he hears and then we will feel the way he does. If I truly want to understand how Christ did His ministry, what kind of person He was, what kind of God He is, then I have to take time out and make an intentional effort to do what He did on earth, I think I will begin to understand who He is, what He would say and do, how He really feels and thinks.

This must be what it really means to pray "more of You and less of me".

Of late, the sense of Loss keeps revisiting me; in circles of friends-to-be, acquaintances-to-be, crowds and chaos. I wish I never had to deal with them, sitting there, staring into space, filling in their blanks. WWJD?

Sigh.