I awoke this morning to the sound of rain. Yay its Christmas of 2015. My mind drifted back to my childhood days, being raised by loving parents, surrounded by beautiful sisters, brothers and family. Christmas was actually 'family time'. I kind of miss my family, especially my dad. Its the 7th Christmas without you, Awa. They say time heals, but the wound in my heart left by your departure has never healed. I called Nam (mom) and big sisters Udamah Monique and Martha Yageo to wish them Merry Christmas. I love you my family.
I spent the morning at home, away from the hype and reflect. It seems Christmas has now been commercialized and its true meaning has been lost. Western influence is very powerful and quite unhealthy, Mi Amor says. It forces a convergence of thinking and expectations. It also imposes unrealistic standards. Like our baby says with a sigh "Oh its Christmas and its raining. It should snow". He says though that a society should pick and choose. Thinks like universal sufferage and other human rights you cannot dispute.
Had a good laugh at the Santa's joke. Yeah, and learnt a new word "pardner" - variant spelling of partner, partner, friend (often used in direct address). Hmmm, how serious is this?
I also prepared rayon fabrics for tie dyeing. I'm grateful I can dye them for the girls and mom. I gave two of the earlier tie dyed laplap to my daughter to give as gifts to her teachers at Port Moresby National High School, Mrs Nakon and Mrs Bablis.
I spent the afternoon and Pom Naths, at Mary's place, with Lydia and Maggie. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this wonderful woman who is my best friend from Malala Catholic Secondary School. She prepared some kaikai, I prayed and we had food. Oh I loved the donuts.
In this post, I want to thank God for His love, care and blessings upon our lives and for bringing us to the end of this year. Without Him, we wouldn't be where we are today. All honor and glory to Adonai.
