Weekend wonderings: God's promises are true

Rainbows: A reminder of God's promises!

Picture taken in South Island, New Zealand

Dearest little boy,
I thought I'd just write today, instead of listing down our usual weekend activities.  The week that has passed was a challenging one, since both you and I fell sick a second time, and Papa was still overseas.  I ended up having to bring you to see the PD on Friday while running a fever myself, and she gave you antibiotics (and you are still giving us a hard time when we try to feed them to you), and suctioned your nose, during which you proceeded to scream the clinic down.  She checked your belly, which has been starting to poke out quite abit (though you still have skinny ribs!), and said that your spleen may be a little big.  That, plus your discomfort from your sinusitis (which makes you wake up at night and cry) makes my heart ache.  I guess every mum knows that achey feeling that comes, when you feel so bad seeing your child in discomfort or pain.  That, to me, is a tiny, blur reflection of how God might have felt to see his Son hanging on the cross, and I give thanks to Him for both the gift of His Son, and for little you.  Meanwhile, we are trying our best to trust that God will take care of you, and hope that the big belly isn't anything serious.

Ah Kong and Ah Ma came on Friday, and you were most happy to see them.  You had a great weekend playing with them, and I think you really light up their life.  They gave you a polar bear bag, among other things, and you really look most funny when you are toddling around with the big white bear stuck behind you!

Papa came back on Sunday night, but you were already asleep.  You've been nodding vigorously throughout the whole week whenever I ask you if you miss your papa, and you were delighted when you woke up on Monday to see the only person in the house that has enough strength to throw you up in the air. :)  Papa's homecoming was a little marred, since he dropped his iPhone in the taxi on the way home from the airport and no news of it has been heard since, and he also could not find the key to his luggage (so mama can't wash all his dirty clothes!).  However, we are thankful that God kept him safe all through the trip, and brought him home to us.  And we are also reminded that we should love people, not  things, and to remember that though bad things may happen, we can always trust that God is always in control.

Right now, you are snuggled up with Papa and fast asleep, and I just wanted to say I love you, once again.  Even though you keep spitting your antibiotics out.

Goodnight and sweet dreams,
Your mama.