Being grateful (or My last night in Indonesia … this time round)

I am yet to pack and organise all of my things for my flight to Singapore tomorrow morning – but at least most of my stuff are pretty much sorted anyway. I returned from Bandung this evening after a very enjoyable period with my parents and siblings. My mum and dad celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary on Saturday … before I get to that, let me just write more about my state of mind. 🙂

I am feeling very much relaxed already, being far away from the office politics and the uncertainty that is befallen me when I return to the office in a week’s time. Somehow I’m not overly concerned about it because I do believe in God’s word that He will supply all my needs according to His riches and glory. This trip is a bit different than the previous ones, because I feel very much at ease and relaxed – in the past, I would shy away and got pretty apprehensive when my rellies started to urge me to get married soon, or tried to matchmake me with somebody who they knew. This year, even though I still have a little bit of apprehension left, I embrace any efforts with open arms … haha. 😀 (well, within boundaries, anyway … haha).

The period in Bandung was really enjoyable as well as I got to spend time with my parents. Honestly, my dad’s constant needy groans for my mum to help him pee, or his constant bellowing across the house to inquire where she was, did annoy me at times. I felt irritated that my dad wouldn’t show his gratitude to my mum, who is now stooped with age, for helping him in and out of the wheelchair, for helping him with his basic needs, and just for being his constant companion. However, I realised that such times will be memories that I treasured in the future. Sooner or later, I won’t find my mum who constantly asked me what I wanted to eat for the day; I won’t find my dad’s childlike behaviours because of his bed-ridden situation. His constant groaning which annoys me now, will be a source of reminiscing discussions in the future with the rest of my siblings.

My parents are nowhere close to being perfect, but being with them reminds me how blessed I am to have them as my parents. They raised eight kids without any parenting classes or Dr Dobson books to guide them, and all of the children bar one have one or more university degrees. This is achieved through endless of hours working in their humble shops and great money management. I remember a childhood of not having a colour TV so I had to visit my uncle’s house just to watch some TV programmes in full colour. We didn’t have a car until I was in middle school and even then, I still had to go to school by public transport when most of my schoolmates were driven to school in flashy cars. I am now thankful of my humble beginning as I can really appreciate how far the whole family have gone, and how the next generation (my nieces and nephews) truly have a better beginning as compared to me and my siblings.

For our parents’ wedding anniversary celebration, we all went to a nice small hotel up in Lembang, about one-hour’s drive from Bandung, up in the hills. We stayed there for the night, so you can imagine the commotion of having seven children + six spouses, my parents, and eighteen nieces and nephews, with some maids in tow as well! 😮 It was great to exchange playful jibes and just to ‘celebrate’ our own differences.

We also had a mini family service on Saturday evening with a message by Ps. Gideon Edi from Gereja Utusan Pantekosta – where my first sister and her husband go every Sunday. He delivered a beautiful message about being thankful that God truly cares for us even in tiny details. He also mentioned that it’s not humanely possible to take care of eight children and to monitor them closely and to give them a good start for success in the future, if it’s not for God’s grace and help. His message was centred on the verses from Numbers 6:24-26 “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face upon you and give you peace.” He reminded us that even in our every “ordinary” day, each day is actually extraordinary indeed. For you can never appreciate something until it’s truly gone …

So tomorrow I’m flying to Singapore, leaving Indonesia with a feeling of contentment – I will spend two nights in Singapore and then back in good ol’ Adelaide, my second home. I can’t wait to be in my own house, and check whether my trees and plants survive the heat or not … haha.

I am still single, and I am still searching for my soulmate, but at least I am not struggling in my Heavenly Father’s arms anymore.


Published by fuzz

I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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