Blessed Mother's day ^^ to my wonderful mother who is a teacher, driver, cook, dobi, finance manager, market manager, counselor, best friend...which also can be a weather and an aeroplane (quote from brothers)..many times, things were taken for granted but the Lord sees the many suffering and sacrifices made. so, Thank you much much and sorry~ May the Lord bless all mothers too (or yet to be mums)! ^ ^
Sunday school teaching of genuine pearls was really an eye-opening moment. A real pearl takes years to form and is of high value compared to cultured pearls. The process is due to the secretion of calcium carbonate and conchiolin of a mollusk. This illustration by Teacher Michelle is used to relate how mothers prayed and cried with flowing tears so that her children would grow up to be great man and women of God.
After the teaching, all students will proceed to their respective classes for art and craft. Today, my class (age 4-5) made paper flowers. All was well until photo session, one of my student (still having fever since yesterday) did not want to participant and wanted to run out from the class but was held up until we end the class without the session. Then, he came back because he wanted to stick up his attendance on the scoring board (proudly to say, he has the highest scores). At the same time, he threw his flower into the classroom's dustbin, which I picked up without him knowing. He then stares at the scoring board for a long time until his parents came to see him. Not wanting to move his hand to stick up, I helped him to stick, and surprised him by passing him back his flower to give to his mother. Stubbornly, He rejected when I asked him to give, but his mum looked at it and stretched out her hands to accept the flower instead. Then, that little boy started to cry. Although I may not know what is he thinking or feeling, but it took me a while to remember a song "Above All":
Like a rose
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all
Human as fail as rose, being thrown, damaged, trampled, not in a good condition, unworthy etc...still there is a God who looked at us and smile, saying: "It does not matter. I still want you because I love you".
ps: No wonder the Lucifer got jealous...if only Lucifer remembers God too, loved him because He created him.
