My Daughter, this one is for you....

27th OCTOBER 2016
1:20AM


My daughter, this one is for you....


Sabelle, my child, your name is spelling of love. A love of two people, one soul. A love that links two hearts. 
Never fail to look upon the skies and thank the Father above for this precious life. I shall always remain with you. I promise to give your my love until the end of times. You may find difficulties in life, but if your put God on your side, in your heart and in your mind, then my dear you have nothing to fear.

Money will buy you a house, a car, clothes and many more material happiness. But it can never give your a home, security, love, peace, happiness nor any kind of joy that is pleasing to the spirit. But your heart, your mind, your soul, it can find your love, peace and happiness. But only if you seek, my child. Seek you must, my dear, because without seeking, you cannot even find God. I may teach you about HIM. However, it is you and only you who can experience HIM. You are only a two year old toddler today, but tomorrow when you are all grown up, much bolder, much bigger and wiser, you shall learn to read between the lines of these pages. 

Be fearful my child. You are only answerable to God. Be pleasing in HIS eyes. Ask forgiveness from HIM and keep rebuilding yourself everyday of your life.

Mama writes to you when you are in deep sleep and she can barely catch a wink of that beauty sleep. May God guide and protect your from all evil. 

You are God's most precious child, to your Dada and Mama.

I love you....*heart* *heart* *kiss* *kiss*

Letters to my God

27th OCTOBER 2016      1:05am

LETTERS TO MY GOD

Thank you Lord for your blessings. Guide us, protect us, keep us wise.

I thank you for the bottom of my heart, for this time with Sabelle. It has shown me what your may want me to see. It as given me a new meaning to life.  It is a dream come true that I am living. Many a times I forget to be thankful for this blessing.

Many I know have told me that its a waste of time to be a stay at home mum. But what I have earned in these 2 years, I may have never earned in any other way. I choose to seek meaning in all that I do. I choose to seek meaning in all that I say. You alone Oh Lord have granted me such wisdom. May my life be worthy on this planet. I choose to live by finding essence in every moment, and not by routine.

Let your glory be given to others, through me, so that they may glorify your name from generation to generation. Amen.

Positive or Negative

Have you ever wondered, how much can someone tear you apart? How long can someone abuse you (verbally....in particular here)? How often do you get turned down? Well, all of us do have these thoughts swimming around sometime or the other in life. Surely everyone's lives have their own ups and downs, so to say. But the point i'm trying to make here is how well we take things in our own stride. When we are a kindergarten goer, we often sense a jealousy pang to see your love being shared on your much much younger sibling. A new arrival in the family. A share or rather the whole show is stolen by them and your so dejected. Even though your brain is such a tiny thing, still growing to learn more things, yet it endures such thoughts. Your heart thats learning to be loved and love is passing already through a painful period.

When we are young, our elders teach us by giving us a good telling or a nice spank up that B-O-T tom.....as my PT teacher in school would say. Whilst at a post teens age, you get to a stage in life where your so wanna be decisive and arrogant. The extent you'd go to is even having thoughts of being suicidal, if you dont have it your way!!!

Once at your career path, you'd want to get the lights out of your boss, such coz she's such a touch todd......

When your walking with your life partner down lives own moments, and they just give you a word out of normal conversation.

Im bringing home the point of how well do you handle such situations. Have you ever given it a thought? Do these moments move you in a negative way and leave you there, or does it motivate you to a more positive outlook.

Hello Dada

Hello Dada!!

In mama's words
She took those tiny steps. Walked around searching for him. She waited to receive him when he returned from his day at work. She loved to play with him just as if he were a bouncy bed to jump on. All her toys she scattered before him and started to tell him to "sit". The little house he made for her with the blocks. The little stories he told her at bedtime. She learnt to repeat her mum's sentences when his food was served at the table and invite him all by herself saying "come". She looks forward to every little activity held outdoors with him. Whether it is at the park or at the pool. She runs. She kicks the ball. She splashes water at him in the pool. And is reluctant to get out of the water. She holds onto him while falling asleep. Her cuddles are a larger than life feeling even though she is so little. She never tires of crying after his mobile. If it's locked, she cries. If her favourite cartoon Dora isn't happening to play on YouTube, she cries. When given a strict look from her mother she turns to her soft hearted dad. All she thinks and says all day long is Hello Dada.

In baby's words
I am able to walk yes I can do this myself. But wait where is Dada, I need to hold his hand. I make sure I hold his finger and walk with him. He guides me slowly around. I wait to hear a bell ring and then I know it's him . He carries me as soon as he sees me. I cry so that he continues to carry me when he gets back home. When mama served him his meal today I told him to "come", he smiled at me and hugged me. I told him "looloo". I keep telling him that. He makes a kind of twisted face. I don't think he likes it much. But he does take me to lulu. The last time we went to the park, yahoo I learnt to say park. And then to the pool as well. I'm clapping my hands because I learned to say pooi too. I mean pool but I can hardly pronounce the last bit. Anyways I love to splash in the water. I do try to drink up some of the water too but they don't allow me to. I even know to kick the ball and say "catch". Well I think I need to throw the ball and say catch, that's what they tell me. I love to play with his phone. I keep clicking on every little thing I see and it gives me all my pictures and videos to view. So many of them, when I was very little. I do take some of my pictures which they seem to call something like selfie. Well I have so many things to look forward to with this dada. I know all I need to do is pick up my little yellow and blue phone and say hello dada.

A Mother's cry....

She picked up the book, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down with a 'huff' like noise. She stared at the book like she had never seen anything like it in years. She looked up to Heaven and with tears in her eyes cried out, 'Lord, when shall you bless my womb'. As if waiting for answer from above, she looked on for a while. The desire to have a baby is not only an emotional one, but that of a physical one too. God has made a woman in such a manner, that her whole mind and body goes through different stages of life before, during and after a baby. It is simply an amazing phenomenon, that cannot be described in a completely just manner.
Time passed by, and soon there was a joyful atmosphere at home. The news that was so eagerly waited for was finally confirmed. She was pregnant. Pretty pregnant.
The weeks flew by and she was progressing into a healthy pregnancy. At her ultrasound she was given her first picture. A scan picture of the baby. The size wasn't a big one, wherein she could point out the details. But the very thought that it was the picture of a baby developing inside her, was excitement enough. She closed her eyes, and drew a mental sketch of the tiny being. She wondered, could my baby hear my heartbeats. Could my baby see what I was doing. Could my baby hear my voice. As her belly grew bigger she visualised the baby's little feet, the baby's toes, the fingers, a tiny frame. A small head with little eyes waiting to open to this beautiful world. As the pregnancy advanced further, she felt her baby's gentle kicks, as her baby was saying a hello to her. Every time she felt hungry, she knew the baby was hungry too. Sometimes a sour appetiser, or sometimes a salted one. The tastes differed often.

She walked to the mirror and stood in front with her now protruding belly. She felt it so unfamiliarly big, yet so dear. Her heart leapt with joy. Something she could explain. A feeling never experienced before. Happiness like she'd never known. She gently rubbed her hands across the surface and felt the stretch marks. Stretch marks which are scientifically due to the stretching of the skin. But to her it was a living proof of her growing love inside her. A joy that knew no boundaries. She was living each day, each moment to see the baby. The one who she was carrying inside of her. Everyday was so precious, that she wanted to savour every bit of it.
And now she began to touch a belly every now and then. As if to greet her baby. As if to say, baby I love you. She had started talking to her baby, everyday, every time, every hour, every minute. She paused, closed her eyes and thanked The Lord for this very moment of her life.

Such is the story of a woman with hope in her heart. The journey of a woman who walks from one stage and steps into another. She sees, she feels, she thinks, she wonders, she endures. Only because she wants to bring into this world a little baby. A little baby who is not only her daughter or son, but who is a part of her. A part of her being, which she has sensed all that God has gifted a woman with. Lucky are those who love and appreciate this journey. Luckier are even those who look forward to this journey with hope, love, joy, patience and all the many blessings we could think of, that the Almighty has bestowed upon a woman.

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