A baby?

What would I do if I found myself pregnant again? It's quite unthinkable really, after all, my youngest is already 7 this year! Yet, there's always the possibility since I'm still productive and so is my husband.

When my gym mate asked me what I would do if I really were pregnant, my answer was "keep the baby, of course!" Her eyes grew wide in surprise. Apparently, an easy solution for her would be to abort the baby.

Her response made me think, in this day and age, where there's no war nor famine, not in Malaysia anyway, why would anyone kill one's own flesh and blood just for the sake of convenience?

I regard every child as a gift from God, sure there are times when I questioned God's generosity, but there is never a doubt in my mind that all my babies were preordained by God Himself and there is a purpose for each and everyone of my children.

So, if God were to give me another baby at this juncture of my life, I will receive the baby with joy but also fear and trembling; because raising a child is a huge responsibility and we would need copious amounts of grace from God to see us through.

Feeling Good

After attending The Marriage Course, I learnt that one of my love languages (the way that makes me feel loved) is having kind and affirmative words spoken to me. Coming from a typical Chinese family where praise is scarce but criticism abounds, I grew up with an empty emotional tank.

Things got better after I went overseas to study. I joined a Christian student group and it was then when I regularly received affirmative words and my confidence and self esteem grew.

Sadly, after getting married and becoming a mother, as I focused on building my family up, I found my emotional tank hovering at empty much of the time.

The turning point came when I started to actively serve in church again. First I joined the Publications Department and contributed articles to the church magazine, encouragements poured in. Then I went on to help organize a marriage seminar which led to my involvement in The Marraige Course (TMC). As I served in TMC, concentrating on communications, making desserts and emceeing during the party, I kept receiving words of appreciation and love from the participants and also the team. I feel like a kid when I say this but, it makes me feel really good!

It's funny how my emotional tank gets filled when I begin to give to others isn't it?

Moms need Support too!

Ever felt that life is meaningless with the endless piles of laundry, dishes and meals to cook? How about sitting through the night with your child to help him/her finish their project/homework when there's a ton of work to go through? Or breaking up another argument for the umpteenth time?

Days, weeks and months stretch into years and you keep telling yourself, it'll be better next year, when no.2 goes to primary school... or when no.3 is weaned off the breast, then I won't be so tired... But when one junior is weaned off the breast, you find yourself sitting on the floor, when everyone else is asleep, going through your son's school bag and discover he has not been completing his homework and you find last week's sandwich wedged between the water bottle and his colour pencils...... And you start to wonder, what's the meaning of all of this? Will it ever end?

9 years ago, I went through all those frustrations and more. But I found solace and my sanity in Mothers' Support Group. It's a place where mothers of various ages meet together to encourage and share and help uplift one another. When I shared my frustrations and failings, I find everyone nodding their heads in acknowledgement and understanding. I felt accepted and encouraged when the more experienced mums shared with me what works for their child and what doesn't.

I learnt how to be a better mum, a better wife, a better person. I learnt to pick myself up when I fail, to ask for help when I need it and to give of myself when another person needs it. We laugh together, learn together, pray together.

Mothers may be the toughest beings on earth, but put a band of mothers together and they can conquer the world!

Communication is Hard

It is said that men only say 30,000 words a day but women can speak 300,000 (or something like that, I can't remember the exact figure!) I'm quite fine with that except when men shorten a 10 word sentence into a 3 word grunt. I then find myself filling in the gaps to make it into a more comprehensible 10 word sentence; and because I still don't quite get how the male brain works, I inevitable get the original intent all wrong! That, is when trouble starts!

Sometimes, I get so fed up I end up not talking. I think, what's the point, it's going to end with everybody being upset anyway. But being an extrovert, not talking will cause me to shrivel up within, I'd die, emotionally.

Perhaps I'm being overly dramatic about the whole issue, but I've been suffering this way for 15 years, I think I'm entitled to rant about in my own blog!

I think the most depressing thing is that I can't see if there'll be positive changes in the future. My only consolation is that I can still pray. My man may seem hopeless to me, but my God is not!

Love & Appreciation

Remember my older post where I raved about Paroimia? Well, during the show I spotted my friend's son in the cast and I was so impressed with his performance that when I came home, I email her and managed to convince her to make the trip up from Singapore to catch her son in action.

My friend then convinced her husband who then agreed to make it a family trip. When the decision was made to come back, they found out that that same Saturday was the Award's Day in their son's school, and their son was to be presented an award for Outstanding Achievement! (Her son scored straight As in the public examination and was a talented sportsman amongst other things). What incredible timing! And because they had to travel back during peak time, they were worried about getting seats for 4 of them. But again, God came through for them and reserved them 4 seats.

My friend called me up and expressed her appreciation for my persistence in convincing her to come back as she was so blessed and her pride as a mom swelled when she saw her son perform and when he received the award.

I'm just so glad that I managed to bless my friend this way because normally I'd like to think that I'm not the pushy type. But when she called me up to thank me, well, that really made my day!

Perhaps I should start being pushy for the things I'm truly passionate in?

When God is for YOU!

Sorry about the late posting. I was too pooped last night to do any blogging.

Last night you see, was The Marriage Course Season 4 Celebration Party. Being the emcee, I was naturally nervous but God prompted me to gather the other helpers to pray together before the arrival of the guests, although it was Dev, our Party Coordinator who did the praying.

It was a good thing we upheld the night to God because Murphy's Law tried it's best to upset the whole night. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. The venue was unsatisfactory (too long and narrow) which resulted in a few tables being 'isolated' as they were too far away to participate; the AV system was a nightmare; the performers came late etc.

BUT, God in His grace and mercy ensured that the programme still flowed, the guests enjoyed themselves and the message was delivered across. How can I be sure of that? Well, many guests came up to congratulate us for a well organised party, assured us that they enjoyed the evening, and many expressed their desire to join The Marriage Course Season 5, in fact at least 2 couples signed up on the spot!

"When the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord will lift up a standard against him" Isaiah 59:19b

Truly, "If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31

For more information on The Marriage Course please click:
http://www.fga.com.my/themarriagecourse

They need our Support!

I'm not talking about whales and turtles, or stray doggies and kitties. No, I'm talking about someone much closer to home and should rightly be even closer to our hearts. I'm talking about our children.

I know of parents who don't show up when their children are running in the school's sports's day, or when their children were graduating from kindergarten, mind you, it was a Sunday! How sad it is for the child when they see their friend's parents, brother and sisters and even grandparents sitting in the audience, cheering them on; but his/her parents could not even be bothered to show up. Being a no-show only sends one message to the child, "sorry, you're not important enough."

Our children really appreciate it when they see us sitting in the audience cheering them on, whether they are on the field, doing a recital or dancing in a musical. Even if they are one of the faceless crew who is in charge of the lighting, when we say things like "the way you controlled the lighting really made the actors stand out!" , it shows that we care about what they care about. Oh, don't expect them to go gushing about how supportive you are, just know that they are.

If our children are important to us, we must make an effort to let them know, and as they grow, our actions will speak louder than our words.

Birthdays

We celebrated my son's birthday at our Home Fellowship (HF) today. Actually, his birthday was last week and it's the second time the birthday song was sang for him. (The family celebrated his birthday last week with waffles). I guess the simple celebration was not quite memorable for him for he requested that we celebrate it again at our HF. I could have said "no", but I felt that there was no reason to.

Birthdays to children are a big deal. It's one time of the year that they feel that they are important and they all love to be made a fuss of; of course the degree of that depends on the child's personality. I also wanted to create some memories for my children. I don't want them to look back on their childhood and feel that they weren't important to mommy and papa. Maybe this is the reason why so many children can't wait to grow up! After all, if being a child just means textbooks and exams, who can blame them?

And so, even though I was dead tired, and had tons to do, I made a batch of chocolate cupcakes, as requested, and decorated it with royal icing and colourful sugared stars. I chose 15 of the nicest ones and spelt out "Happy B'day Lucas".

The best part was, when our HF leader, Davie said a prayer of blessing for him, he prayed out everything that was in my heart.

1 month from now, my son might not remember what I did for him, but maybe 20 years from now, he would.

Strrrretch

It's 1.30am and I'm supposed to be in bed, but I wanted to update my blog first! (It's a pride thing!). Lately, I seem to have endless things to do. While most stay-at-home moms feel this way much of the time, I dare say that this time, my workload is overflowing and I feel like I'm losing control.

My children's school exams are starting tomorrow and I've not had time to go through their books with them. They have also just started their piano lessons this month and again, I've not been able to sit with them as they practice. All these are eating into my conscience and at times like this, it's easy to get low with self-condemnation.

But I tell myself, one more week, and the pressure will ease. And then, I'll be able to sit with my children again, helping them properly when they encounter problems with their homework. As their fingers hover hesitatingly over the piano keys, I will be able to guide them and give them the encouragement they need to spur them on.

In other words, I can be a real mom again. Can't wait.

I Need a New Oven!!

Dinner was late today, and I'm blaming it all on my lousy oven! I had decided since last week that I'd change the menu a bit and attempt a western style dinner. Nothing elaborate, just a soup, dinner rolls, greens and the foolproof roast chicken.

I looked up the recipe for one of the easiest soups to make, onion soup and found that I had to simmer the thing for 2 hours! So I started preparations at 3pm. As I sliced and cried my way through 1kg of yellow onions, I began to doubt my previous enthusiasm.

One hour later, with the soup gently bubbling away, I started on my dinner rolls. I opened the bread maker, took one look and knew that this was going to be a looong day. The dough was sticky and was impossible to handle. A sudden brainwave made me dump the whole lot onto my baking tray and I decided, heck, I'm just going to turn it into a very big, one inch thick 'bread'. I put the whole lot into the oven to proof and went to the sofa. No prizes for guessing what happened next!

I woke up when my phone rang and after answering the call, went back to the kitchen, it was already past 5pm! Woke my daughter up and sped her to her piano lesson, raced back to the kitchen and fired up the oven.

When it was time to go pick my chidren, at 6.45pm. the oven still had not heated up to the required temperature. I couldn't wait any longer, so I shoved the bread dough and the chicken into the hole and hoped for the best.

We came back at 7.15, the bread dough was half cooked but still pale as a ghost, I didn't even bother to look at the chicken. Served the soup first, they liked it (maybe they were really hungry), then the blanched vegetables. After that all of us just sat around and waited.

Hubby came back at 8.15, still no sign of dinner! Told him to shower first. By the time he came down, I took the chicken and the bread out and we gave thanks for the food.

Chicken was tender, but the skin was tough like plastic. Bread was ok as long as you dipped it in the soup.

As I said, I'm putting ALL the blame on my lousy oven!

Homework

Is homework really a necessary evil? I know it's certainly one of the reasons for conflict in my family!

I send my children to a neighbourhood Chinese primary school. I attended both Chinese primary and secondary schools in my hometown and although I don't think much of the way some teachers were condescending in their handling of students, I appreciate the discipline, the hardworking culture and I certainly learned to respect authority and seniority. My husband felt that these attributes were sorely lacking in most government schools and hence our decision to send our children to Chinese primary schools. Plus of course, they could learn to read, write and speak Mandarin.

Nevertheless, Chinese schools also mean mucho homework. While my eldest daughter could handle that very well, in fact she almost always manages to finish all her homework in school, the same cannot be said for my son. It is a struggle for him to do his homework in school because he can't keep his mind off playing and having fun. And when he comes back home, it's still a struggle for him because again, he can't keep his mind off playing and having fun! And so the common scenario is him sitting at the dining table, close to midnight, with reams of homework not done and me, sitting next or opposite him nagging him through the night! It's not a pretty sight, let me tell you!

At this juncture, I can't think of a way of escape. I feel angry that I have to be subjected to this kind of torture and yet, I also feel very sorry for him to have to endure the endless cycle of homework while clearly he is made for other stuff (as to what stuff, I don't have the foggiest idea but it's definitely not homework!)

A friend of mine actually helps in her son's homework, albeit only the coloring bits while other parents totally gave up on our country's education system and embarked in homeschooling instead. I don't have any intention to do the former and I absolutely do not have the aptitude to do the latter!

And so I stick to the present system, and I pray and pray that God in His mercy will transform my son into this responsible and homework loving young man! Somehow, I don't have the faith that it's going to happen! I'm better off praying that God will give me the love and patience to see my son through this phase of his life.

Hospitality Duty

What's that? Hospitality Duty? Go visit patients in the hospitals? No, actually it just means that our Home Fellowship, Lighthouse was in charge of providing the refreshments for the church leaders and those visiting our church for the 2nd Service that day.

I was assigned to provide Fried Tom Yam Bee Hoon and it was decided that 2 packets of bee hoon, a thin rice noodle, was enough to feed everyone.

Because the Bee Hoon had to be cooked fresh, I had to miss church service today so that I could get everything ready for the crowd that usually start streaming in at about 12.30pm. I started at a leisurely pace at about half past 7, cutting and slicing and soaking etc; took a break at about 10am and by 10.20 was already panicking because I realised I was running out of time!

True enough, I was still cooking at 11.30 and I was supposed to be there at noon. Help!! With my wrist still in pain from a weight lifting injury (that's another story) I got my hubby to stir and mix the noodles while I concentrated on getting the taste right.

I took my bath at 11.45, put my make up on at noon and managed to shoo all the 3 kids out of the house at 12.10. With hubby's driving skills, we arrived just in the nick of time. Thank God all the other Lighthouse members were already there and they all willingly helped garnish and arrange everything. I was not shy to brandish my injured wrist to gain some sympathy, pathetic, I know!

All's well that ends well and all plates and bowls were empty by 1pm. After a prayer of thanks, we all left and when we got home, I collapsed on the bed.

The End.

This Post is Dedicated to Matthew Lee

Dear Matthew,

Welcome to this world! Your Mummy and Daddy and Aunty Ellie have long awaited your arrival! Do you know that you are so, so loved?

Dear Matthew,

You are so fearfully and wonderfully made, God made you so perfectly from the day you were conceived in your mummy's womb. He chose your mummy and your daddy to be your parents because He knew that they will love you and cherish you with ALL their hearts.

Dear Matthew,

It is my prayer that you grow to be big and strong, in every aspect, physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically and most important of all, spiritually. As you grow, may your favour with God and men also grow, and you will grow to fulfill your destiny that God has planned for you even before you were born. Yes, God knew all along that one day you will be born and He has everything mapped out for you, all you need to do is to follow Him!

Dear Matthew,

As you grow, you may get disappointed at times, sad, frustrated or you may feel things are not fair; but remember that it is in these times that your faith will grow depending on whom you put your trust. Put your trust in Jesus and He will help you through.

Dear Matthew,

May the Lord bless you and keep you and may His face shine upon you and give you peace.

Countless Blessings, Aunty Ellie

For the Love of God

I mean that respectfully!





I just came back from a fantastic performance put up by the youth of our church. The play "Paroimia" was completely written, produced, choreographed and directed by our youth; even the music is original, written and arranged by our youth. It was an impressive performance.

The energy and dedication displayed by all including the faceless props handlers and crew and not to mention the sacrifice the parents went through sitting through the practices, chauffeuring the children, (remember most of them are not old enough to have a driver's licence yet!) can be said to be nothing short of amazing.

Perhaps one might wonder whatever for? There's no money involved, talent scouts were not around, why then go through all the hassle?

I believe they all did it because they wanted to tell the gospel story, to preach the good news. They wanted to tell their friends, this is what I believe, this is who I follow, come and follow Him too.

For that, I salute them.

May God's love continue to shine in and through their blessed hearts.

For more information on Paroimia, please go to:http://www.paroimia.com

Love

Have you ever had the privilege of loving someone but yet are fully aware that the person doesn't fancy you? No, I don't mean the bittersweet longings of an unfulfilled romance that doesn't last anyway; but something far deeper and more complex and much more difficult.

I say difficult because you know deep down that no matter what you do, that person is never going to reciprocrate. And yet, there is no way to sever or even ignore the relationship. You are tied to the person emotionally and legally.

Jesus said we are to love those who hate us because if we only love those who love us, then what good is that, because even those who don't believe do that.

And so I struggle, some days it's is easier, some days harder and other days downright impossible. But on I will plod, because I love my Lord and my wish is to obey Him.

It's as simple as that.

Submission

Submission is a dirty word in the world today. It implies that the person who submit is a person who has no opinion, no rights and willingly or otherwise, play the doormat.

Admittedly, it is a difficult word for me too. I've always had a mind of my own, and I don't like to obey just for the sake of obeying. When I'm right, I want you to admit that I'm right, thank you very much!

So when the bible said that wives should submit to their husbands, I swallowed hard. I couldn't chuck that part of the bible out just because I didn't like it, because I also believe that when one takes the bible, one has to take the whole bible, not just the parts that appeal to one.

And so, I worked on that verse. When I had accepted the fact that it's a straightforward sentence with no room for "creative interpretation", I decided that it's easier to submit to a man whom I respected. So that was good because I could then separate the chaff from the wheat, so to speak (hey, I was popular back then, OK?)

So the man I respected had to love the Lord, love and obey His Word and also be compassionate. With that in mind, I told God that this is the guy I would like to have, You do the rest.

To cut the long story short, I now submit to my husband, not as much as he would like, but as much as I can, as long as I am aware. It is hard to bite my tongue especially when I totally disagreed with his actions. But God has shown me that when I choose to obey His Word and submit to the man I married, God can turn a bad decision around because ultimately, He is in control.

So I submit, or I should say, I try to submit, most of the time.

I'm still learning. Give me time.

Train up a child

It takes a lot of effort to train up a child. A lot of times, for me, I'd rather do the job myself and save all the hassle of teaching my children the same task that will take me less than a minute but will take days to train them to do it half as well.

I know that I'm a terrible teacher. For one I have absolutely no patience, two I don't like to repeat myself and three, most of the time, my children are not in the mood to learn!

Take for instance this afternoon, due to my injured wrist (from lifting weights in the gym), I asked my 10 year old daughter to help me bring in the laundry as it was going to rain and to fold it up. Sounds really simple but I nearly burst an artery in the process! I'm quite sure the whole episode was more stressful for me than it was for her!

As I said, it's not easy to train up a child. But I can't do a Jonah and run away from my responsibility as a parent. It's not enough just to provide for their physical needs and educate them academically, we need to impart values, manners and virtues into them as well. Other than that, we need to teach them survival skills like swimming and cooking and yes, even cleaning!

So even though it is a very difficult thing for me, I keep at it; like I told my daughter the other day, "my job as a parent is not to make sure you enjoy your life; it is to do all I can to ensure that you grow up to be a good person and a useful citizen in the future and most importantly, to fulfill the destiny that God has planned in your life."

I'm Not Perfect

For some people, this is a non issue, they know that they are not perfect and don't even the slightest desire to be perfect.

Not for me though. It took me years to accept that I'm flawed like everybody else and there's no way on earth that I can please everybody! For someone who is supposed to be quite intelligent, I can't imagine how I can be so stupid in the matter.

I was a paradox, on one hand, I'd readily admit that I'm not perfect, but on the other hand I would strive my level best to achieve perfection. It came to a point where I became totally exhausted emotionally because I wanted everybody around me to be pleased with me.

At the beginning of 2008, at the grand age of 37, I reached an epiphany- that no matter what I do, there will always be someone who doesn't like me and will never like me.

When I accepted this fact, the burden that I'd been carrying on my shoulders slid off like a ton of bricks. I felt liberated because, now, I don't have to try so hard, especially towards people whom I don't really like in the first place!

I found my freedom, when I accepted my imperfection. Strange isn't it?

This won't matter in the light of eternity!

It's amazing how I sometimes let the littlest things ruin my day.

This morning started off quite well, if you minus the usual before church madness; you know, waking the children up, rushing to get them ready, getting myself ready, looking at myself in the mirror then wodering if make-up will really help to enchance this sorry looking mien...

Being Resurrection Sunday, I was looking forward to a good time in church, worshipping the Lord, listening to the Word which was brought to us by the distinguished Rev David Pawson. I learnt many things from him and it was a joy to listen to this anointed teacher.

We came back home after lunch and I fell asleep (as usual) while reading the Sunday paper (just like my dad!). I slept so soundly that I didn't know it had started to rain. By the time I woke up and rushed downstaires, the laundry was wet, some were soaking wet.

I got so mad I'm ashamed that I yelled at my daughter for not alerting me to the rain as she was so preoccupied with playing video games. I reminded her about her selfishness and how sick I was to have to do everything on my own.

I had forgotten that wet laundry will not matter in the light of eternity. And that's how I ruined my own day.

Easter

Yesterday was Easter Friday, I was so preoccupied in dealing with my PMS symptoms that the significance of the day slipped by without me noticing it. I feel quite bad about it.

Easter you see, is a most important day for me. It is this day , more than 2000 years ago, my Lord God, Jesus Christ gave His life for me and the rest of the world in the most excruciating way, by being nailed to the cross.Yes! I truly believe in it. My life has changed because of what and whom I believe.

It is because of Jesus that I no longer look for love in all the wrong places. It is because of Jesus that I no longer search for the meaning of life. Most of all, it is because of Jesus that I am able to stand in the storms that life sometimes throws at me.

Easter Saturday was a most despairing time for Jerusalem more than 2000 years ago; because they had lost all hope for they thought their saviour was gone forever. Not so now, we carry instead a joy and a hope for we know that the Lord is risen! He is risen indeed!

Can't wait for the celebration tomorrow!

PMS

Something happens to me when my hormones fluctuate. I feel as if I've been taken over by an angry monster!

Yes, it's the time of the month and I'm ashamed to say that I'm behaving like my dad's doberman pincher and snapping my jaws at everyone.

For every few days of the month, nothing goes right for me(it's not really true, I just feel that way!). I'm irritable, constantly tired and always hungry. This is the time when I feel like shutting myself in my bedroom, turn on the TV and eat chocolates, potato chips and drink chocolate milk the whole day.

But I can't because I'm married with 3 kids and they all need me. Life's like that! But I'll be back to my congenial self soon.

Can't wait.

How do we love a baby?

This afternoon, I had the privilege of holding a 2-week old new born baby in my arms. He was beautiful and so perfectly made in every way.

A couple of ladies and I were visiting a new mother and as is usual in this type of circumstances, all sorts of advice, whether solicited or not flew back and forth. I was kind of tired during that time or else I may have joined in. But today I just sat and listened.

I came away from the visit slightly down because, most of the advice given were to do with how not to let the baby get too attached to the mum. I fully understand the good intentions of the ladies who were mothers themselves, but I couldn't agree with advice that advocate letting the baby cry instead of comforting it (so that the baby will learn to comfort himself); weaning the baby from the breast as early as possible so that the baby will not get too attached to the breast; or don't carry the baby so much because you will spoil him etc.

A baby's love language is primarily touch; you can tell the baby 100 times a day that you love him but if you don't carry him, it comes to nought. You can buy a million gifts for the baby but if you do not comfort and carry the baby, it comes to nought. You can spend time with the baby by being in the same room with him the whole day, but if you don't look him in the eye, don't hold him close to you, it comes to nought. You can learn carpentry and carve out a rocking horse from a single block of wood, but if you don't carry and touch him frequently, it comes to nought.

A baby doesn't understand the meaning of words yet, but they know the loving and soothing tones of your voice. A baby has no need for gifts except the gift of a loving touch and a comforting hug. A baby will not understand you love him if you leave him to cry till he's too tired and falls asleep; for the purpose of 'training' him to be independent. It's true that he will eventually learn not to cry and sleep on his own but that's because he has learnt that crying will not bring mummy to comfort him.

A baby is not supposed to be independent, when we force that upon the baby before its time, do we wonder why the world now is filled with people who harbour deep seated insecurities and inadequacies?

How, do we love a baby?

My Passion

I'd like to share with you a passion of mine, are you ready? I believe, from the bottom of my heart, that mothers should take care of their own children. I know that by sharing this, I'd probably get stoned as soon as I step out of my house but I think it's high time I take the risk by sticking my neck out.

Our children are precious gifts from God, they are alive, breathing, body, soul and spirit. Mothers, and fathers are given the mandate to bring up their children in the way of the Lord. That mandate is not given to the maid, the babysitter, not even the grandparents!

I gave birth to my children, they were a part of me before they became apart from me. I nurtured them while they were in my womb, I nurtured them while they drank milk from my breasts. I continue to nuture them physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I cannot imagine why any mother would gladly hand over this monumental task to others.

Mothers, bring your children back to you.

Who am I?

I am a woman, a mother of 3. Is that all that defines who I am? NO! I'm more, much much more! How much you ask? Well, for one, I love my country, Malaysia, warts and all. I love to read and write and talk... I love to cook and bake and am learning how to like bitter gourd! Chocolates are a passion of mine, and I go crazy for mocha flavoured anything!

But this is all just the surface, strip it all away and what will you find?

A woman, yes, we've covered that! A woman with the usual insecurities, but one who has learned to grow in spite of it. A woman who is learning to grow and fulfill the destiny that God has mapped out for her since time began.

Finally!!

I can hardly believe it, I finally have my very own blog! For someone who always has something to say, this is one time that I'm quite at a loss for words!



Nevertheless, I promise you that better things will come and you shall get to read more about my ramblings.