On 12th june mom arrived at the brisbane airport. now chris’ house was covered with dust and confusion, silence was around the house and the waiting on mom’s visitaion was in the air.
And mom said, “let there be a clean floor” and there was a clean floor, she mob around the tiles and wooden floor with a magic liquid. and there was evening and there was morning-the first day.
And mom said, “let there be a clear window” and there was a clear window. she rub around the dusty windows 5 times then it was possible to see something outside through the glass. and there was evening and there was morning- the second day.
And mom said “let there be a shiny bathroom” and there was a shiny bathroom. she shines the toilet bowl and shower booth, brand new like mats and radiant sink. and there was evening and there was morning – the third day.
And mom said “let the fridge be full of foods” and there was a fridge full of meats and kimchi. she went for shopping and filled the boot and back seat of my car with groceries, and filled fridge and freezer according to its kinds. and there was evening and there was morning- the fourth day.
And mom said ” let there be a snuggly bed” and there was a snuggly bed. she brought a new bed linen from south korea and spread it over with few other layers of color schemed covers which made it harder to crawl out of the bed in the morning. and there was evening and there was morning- the fifth day.
Mom saw all she had done, and it was VERY GOOD. “Do not walk around with shoes on. Sun-dry your bed linens sometimes and vaccumn the house weekly.” mom blessed the house and the households and said ”let this house be filled with the spirit of God. we will worship God with songs and reading of scripture together every night.” and it was so.
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i get up quite early but she is already up and prepared the breakfast every morning. she gets worry that I don’t get to eat a proper meal for lunch, although it is just a part of my life. She packs lunch for 28 yrs old daughter, and waves her hands when I am closing the door to go to work. when I drive away the car from the garage, I for sure know that she stands at the veranda and watching until my car disappears..
i drop by for lunch and she is preparing a lunch for me while singing a hymn in the kitchen. big bible left open on the table, and worship songs playing from my room. when brother comes back she comes to the door and bear hug him and pat his butt – ya, 18 yrs old boy doesn’t get impressed by that- she is so excited to hear about what happened in the school, and encourage and lift up and saying “i’m so proud of you”. at 9 o’clock she gathers the flock and give God a family worship service. she shares her encounter and testimonites with God, and share insight in the word of God on pretty sound and solid doctrine. She is the best mom ever.
Moms at times are very much under appreciated and under recognised. However the more I am getting older, the more I re-discover about the greatness of mom. Not only as a mom, but she is also “prob 31 wife”. Dad says, “if i go back to the youth, i will marry her again, and even faster.” I pray that I will be a wife and mom like her, and I would be so blessed.
that’s my spiritual inheritance.