we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Sunday, February 02, 2014
7:42 AM
Piety
i learnt from my uncle this afternoon that he received a red packet of $1.90 yesterday. in his sixty years, he has not received such a puzzling thing. and it happened again. today, my aunty received a red packet of $1.70 by her bed.
it turned out my 4-year old cousin - typically the mischievous know-it-all wit of the family - had been playing santa this Chinese New Year.
i cradled my favourite cousin and asked her why she did what she did. "i don't know"
why the amount. "i didn't count how much i gave"
who taught you that. and she shyly turned away. i spun her around and couldn't help but stare deeply into her eyes, saying "i'm really proud of you"
and then it struck me, four seconds later, that i shouldn't have done that. what if she gives again next year, but for approval and not for the innocence of yestodays. i could have slapped myself.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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