Mom’s the Word

 
  
Good Day, Beautiful People! 

Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms; natural moms, spiritual moms, Moms in love, adopted moms, single moms, stepmoms, foster moms, “furry kids”moms [AKA pets moms] and all my wise, brave, courageous and strong mom friends in different seasons who celebrate!   You deserve to be honoured and spoilt for the tireless work you do, your sacrifice, tears, sweat, joy, pain, struggles , challenges and prayers. At times, you can feel like under valued by people around you and society. Hope you realised you’re bringing up the next generation;  you’re loved, valued and seen by the unseen God! Newsflash people, all moms are working moms in case you’re wondering. There is no checkout time, no annual leave, no pay, no sickies leave… Is a 24/7 job! Yet, most women are willing to taken on this job.

I’m mindful that Mother’s Day can be overwhelming, painful and difficult due to unexpected situations like separation from family, loss of child , orphans, lawless mom, shady mom, vicious mom, childless mom and loss of grandma. I pray real peace for me and you all. 

I don’t need a special day to honour my mummy! I live my whole life in a way that will honour her. Forever thankful for giving life to me and raising me up to be a contributor to society. She sacrifices her life devoted to her family, raising her children up well and looking after her grand babies and grandkids so her children can feel secure to chase after their dreams and conquer their world.  Without you and your huge sacrifice, we will not be where we are today.  

 

  

  

‘M’ is for the million things she gave me,

‘O’ means only that she’s growing old,

‘T’ is for the tears she shed to save me,

‘H’ is for her heart of purest gold;

‘E’ is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

‘R’ means right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell ‘MOTHER,’

A word that means the world to me.

Copyright ©:: Howard Johnson

  

This is the touching song, You raised me up,  I dedicated for my mummy one of her birthdays. Enjoy, it always reminds me of you when I listen to this song.

I can’t help myself but to share these hilarious comics, pretty sure most moms can relate to these.

   
    
    
  

Keep dreaming ladies, this may come true one day!
  
    

This what moms really want, hope and pray that all the kids turned to be good people.

 

A blessing and prayer tribute to all mothers 

“Blessed be all mothers

Who have come into our lives

Whose kindness, care and loving

Remain with us to guide.

Your inspiration in us
Made us strive in every way

Especially to remember

Helping others makes our day.

Mothers, this little tribute
Flows directly from my heart

You are so loved and cherished

Invaluable, one and all, you are.

– Susan Kramer

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ANZAC 100th Anniversary

 

Good Day, Beautiful People!

25th April 2015 we honour the service men and women for protecting our country!  We also stop and pay tribute to the fallen diggers for their sacrifice in different venues all over Australia, Gallipoll and most part of the world. Lest we forget! 

 

For the fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)

 

One Hundred Years

One hundred years – what have we learned
Since troop ships first left King George Sound
To spill a generation’s blood And prove a fledgling nationhood
By Anzacs forged on foreign ground?
Our youthful, daring sacrifice
The Empire called – we paid the price
For peace. And freedom’s lives a nation mourned
for those we left and those returned.
The hard fought Anzac legend born.
One hundred years – died we in vain?
Does Anzac spirit yet remain
where rules the rite of self and greed
no hand of help in time of need
and touched by hatred’s evil stain?
We lie beneath the wind’s caress
No gumtrees grace nor wattles dress
Our graves. And oh! how many country boys
Rest not below the Southern Cross
Of home.
One hundred years – we do not sleep
But restless ghostly vigil keep
among the crosses in their rows
Where myth and memory are met
We make those blood red poppies blow
Year by year – lest you forget.
Helen Bignell

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Father’s Love [Father’s Day]

Good Day, Beautiful People!

In the South, we are celebrating Father’s Day, first Sunday in September, Spring. We honour and celebrate the men in our world, natural father, spiritual father and Heavenly Father for how they love and shape us. I feel and pray for people who suffer the loss their dads through death or separated due to unforeseen circumstance or choose to remain absent in their lives. Pray for kids that lost their dads, have confident in God, their Heavenly Dad loves them and He deploys angels minister to them, watch over them, protect them and ensure they are safe from any harm cause by evil device. Pray that spiritual Dads will continue to stand in the gap for the spiritual children in their sphere.

The nostalgic side of me pops up especially on special occasion, I can’t help myself but think of my Dad and miss him daily. My Dad had promoted to eternity since 4th March 2004. [My prayer and hope is that he chose grace again before he walked into infinity. I stand in the hope and believe I’ll see you on the other side of eternality.] To the world, you are one nice person who work hard for your family. To us, you are the world.
My Dad, William Soh BT, was born 26th August 1941. Life was never easy and straight forward for him. His Dad died in Second World War. His Mom could not cope financially with three kids. Dad was the youngest and smallest child. Consequently, she gave my Dad up to a distance relative for adoption. Dad was kind, funny at times, generous, strongwill, determined, resilient, strong, serious and industrious man. He worked diligently in the day and persevering studied night classes to upgrade himself for better qualification. He worked his way up to the top of his profession as a Marine Engineer with PSA and SJSY. Looking back, vaguely that at one stage, he was given a great position in a huge company with lots of overseas assignment. He started to make decent money to provide for us. For few years, we hardly see him. He came back home for a short break bought us gifts and flew back to work. It did put a strain in term of long distance relationship between Dad and Mom and us, kids. What a huge sacrifice to ensure our family could move forward to a better standard of living and lifestyle. He missed family and our growing up moments and milestones. Eventually, he gave up the overseas work and chose to take a pay cut and work locally. Dad loved to contribute to community and grassroots level of volunteer serving. He never stop learning new things. He was learning computer course and studying to be Chinese Physician after he retired. He loved different cuisine, attempted to do french cooking and cooked for us special treats when he had free time and when he retired.

My favourite memories was Dad and Mom to bring us out to the parks, beach, movies, zoo and to the islands to visit grandparents (my mom’s parents) during our school holiday and weekend that Dad was available.

My fondest childhood memory was as a family, Dad, Mom and I went to church together. It was a small traditional church. In my flashback, I reminisce that I skip and prance down the aisle trying to choose a seating area at one of the solid mahogony pews. Dad was actively involved in serving as a choir member and as an usher. Dad always suit up, Sunday Best clothes when we headed to church Sunday morning regardless rain or shine. Oh, how we love Sundays! One day, we came back from church he was really upset. He told Mom “From now onward we are not going to church!” I could not remember the reason. I had asked Mom on various occasion she could not tell me the reason Dad got so offended. Mom has a shocking memory. All she said was it happened ages ago, so could not recollect the incident. As a young child, 3 or 4 years old, I didn’t know what was happening. I just knew my happy Sunday morning routine was squashed. Dad was not the same ever. He seemed more aloof, strict, discplinery then approachable. He also has some bad company who influenced him in alcohol and smoking. So thankful, he gave up smoking for us and reduced his alcohol intake later part of his life. I felt that I regained some part of my Dad back.

My Dad taught me to live life to the fullest. Despite of bad breaks, poverty and lousy situation you can rise above that, never give up, never stop learning new things, continual education, be generous to charities and be a contributor to society.

I made a promise myself never be so offended that I cannot forgive, let go and move on. The truth is people will disappoint, betray and offend us from time to time. I’m sure dad was not the only one that walked away from church and God due to offense. Sadly, we like to equated people especially leaders to God’s nature and behaviour.

Our Heavenly Dad is way more loving, caring, bigger, stronger, protective than any natural and spiritual dads can ever be. He loves us that much to give us His only son, Jesus and the freedom to choose whether to accept His love. Well knowing we may not love Him back at all. How deep is Heavenly Dad’s love! How vast is His love!

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