The big field near our house, twice this size.


Reminiscing the kite-flying days at Marina.


Alas it couldn't get up. And I single-handedly tangled the string into knots.

...

It suddenly dawned upon me that I am very blessed. Thank You Lord.

"Give us today, our daily bread"

Phrases from Pak Ken's sermon worth pondering on,

"It's not the duration of our life, it's the donation"
"This world is not my own, I'm just passing by"
"Life is a span of time, noone is wealthy enough to waste"
"Your life is what it is now, you can't change the past and the future is a mystery"
"Live as though today is the last day of your life"
"Joseph was a dreamer, but most imptly, he intepretated the King's dream"

Therefore, always give fully to the work of the Lord, your labour will not be in vain.

Suddenly the things of this world, the things of my heart, grow strangely dim, in the light of Your glory and grace.

I think I have finally come to grips with where I am now, today.


So, as I let go of the string, bit by bit, the beautiful kite will soar higher and higher into the big blue sky.