Thursday, 6 September 2007
My late dad once said: Sanity is all that counts.
Of late, the last few months, there's been a kind of inner stress and frustration that' s been building up. And I am the type who will "give face" (gracious enough) and not put another down outwardly out of malice. But bearing an inward struggle like this wears you in the soul.
I thank God for my boys. They are a good "distraction" and "occupation". They keep me sane.
They help me laugh when I feel like crying;
They help me look outside, outward and not succumb to inwardness and self-indulgence;
They help me to have hope for tomorrow and not hold on to hurtful pasts;
They make me feel young and not be a hag nor haggard (err... but look just a tad sloppy, according to my mum, hehehe..);
They entertain me while I entertain them;
They give me some exercise in running and dancing around the house;
They are so adorable that you cannot help but hug and kiss them umpteen times a day;
They are so wonderful you overflow with love;
They are so marvelous you overflow with awe;
They are so funny you overflow with laughter;
They are just so cute you overflow with delight;
They give me an outlet for my creative surges;
They let me be myself and they love me for that;
They remind me time is precious and you cannot do a "rewind" or an "undo" in real life.
They give me a reason to live and not just to exists;
They show you the "magic" of life and living;
They show me God's unconditional love.
They really reflect their Creator's power: They save me... they keep me sane.