How will YOU remember me?
Finally, the children Christmas musical was presented today.
Aaaaahhhhhh.... relieved. Now I can kick my shoes off and enjoy the rest of the year. It's really something to thank God for. He works through everything and makes everything work. And His hand was on each and every thing.
All glory to him. I can't say enough. Thank you, Jesus.
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There was an email circulated to the leaders of the church that a sister has passed away suddenly. I couldn't register the name, and so I deleted the email away, thinking it was someone I do not know. Boss ask me how did she die, and I was like.. er... I dunno who she is.
For the next 24 hours, I was thinking.. who is she.. And then I have 2 faces in mind. Then today, a lady came to me and ask if I am going to the wake. I told her I do not know who she is. Then she describe this lady to me, then I "Orrhh...."
She was the single lady, rather senior, and was often the one who brings a bag of sweets and goodies to give to the younger kids Sunday after Sunday, and enjoy being with the toddlers and carrying them etc. Now I remember. I guess she is known to most parents in church because of her love for the children and always looking out for them.
Now that I recall, I shudder at the thought. I might end up like her. Single, enjoys being with kids, have none because not married, and end up dying alone, at a not so old age, but still senior age. But of course, there will be more people who knows me then (provided if I don't leave the church).
How will I be remembered? How will other people remember me. Haha.. Fortunately, my brother and sister are in the same church, so at least they can inform the bulk of the church people. Smart move to get them to be where I am right.. LOL.
What are the relations between me and the visitors, I ponder. Who will find it worthy to turn up on my funeral? Will they cry? Do they know my favourite hymnal to play? Besides my family, will there be tears of regret that they have not known me better when I am alive?
How will I be remembered? Hmmm...... Hahahaha.....
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Yesterday after the rehearsal, I was a little bit turned off at how things are thrown at me at the very last minute. Somehow, I think, people start to think that Joyce works on Voice Activation. Whenever they want something done, they just talk. And Joyce will make things happen at will. THEIR WILL.
And as I walked home, I had this thought. I should print a T-Shirt that shouts boldly "NOT VOICE ACTIVATED". Or maybe "Do not work at a touch of a button". And wear it to church to prove my point.
Somehow, I think I have been seen as a machine instead of a human being. Expectancy on me to create things at will seemed to be a very normal practice. They've forgotten that I am a human being too. It's partially my fault. I am just too ready and willing to offer my help so much so people thinks nothing is impossible. Not with God, not with Joyce either.
Next year, I will get in touch with my humanity. I will not help in all/any of this publicity things anymore. I have to let them see the void. I don't want them to NEED ME, for no one is indispensible. I hope they will see this void as an acknowledgement of how much they have taken me for granted.
Ok. Set.
Aaaaahhhhhh.... relieved. Now I can kick my shoes off and enjoy the rest of the year. It's really something to thank God for. He works through everything and makes everything work. And His hand was on each and every thing.
All glory to him. I can't say enough. Thank you, Jesus.
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There was an email circulated to the leaders of the church that a sister has passed away suddenly. I couldn't register the name, and so I deleted the email away, thinking it was someone I do not know. Boss ask me how did she die, and I was like.. er... I dunno who she is.
For the next 24 hours, I was thinking.. who is she.. And then I have 2 faces in mind. Then today, a lady came to me and ask if I am going to the wake. I told her I do not know who she is. Then she describe this lady to me, then I "Orrhh...."
She was the single lady, rather senior, and was often the one who brings a bag of sweets and goodies to give to the younger kids Sunday after Sunday, and enjoy being with the toddlers and carrying them etc. Now I remember. I guess she is known to most parents in church because of her love for the children and always looking out for them.
Now that I recall, I shudder at the thought. I might end up like her. Single, enjoys being with kids, have none because not married, and end up dying alone, at a not so old age, but still senior age. But of course, there will be more people who knows me then (provided if I don't leave the church).
How will I be remembered? How will other people remember me. Haha.. Fortunately, my brother and sister are in the same church, so at least they can inform the bulk of the church people. Smart move to get them to be where I am right.. LOL.
What are the relations between me and the visitors, I ponder. Who will find it worthy to turn up on my funeral? Will they cry? Do they know my favourite hymnal to play? Besides my family, will there be tears of regret that they have not known me better when I am alive?
How will I be remembered? Hmmm...... Hahahaha.....
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Yesterday after the rehearsal, I was a little bit turned off at how things are thrown at me at the very last minute. Somehow, I think, people start to think that Joyce works on Voice Activation. Whenever they want something done, they just talk. And Joyce will make things happen at will. THEIR WILL.
And as I walked home, I had this thought. I should print a T-Shirt that shouts boldly "NOT VOICE ACTIVATED". Or maybe "Do not work at a touch of a button". And wear it to church to prove my point.
Somehow, I think I have been seen as a machine instead of a human being. Expectancy on me to create things at will seemed to be a very normal practice. They've forgotten that I am a human being too. It's partially my fault. I am just too ready and willing to offer my help so much so people thinks nothing is impossible. Not with God, not with Joyce either.
Next year, I will get in touch with my humanity. I will not help in all/any of this publicity things anymore. I have to let them see the void. I don't want them to NEED ME, for no one is indispensible. I hope they will see this void as an acknowledgement of how much they have taken me for granted.
Ok. Set.
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