"Mold me and make me, this is what I pray."

Indeed time and tide waits for no man. Four weeks have passed since we touched down, in a whiz, faster than I can imagine. Tomorrow, my mama turns 58. Quite scary, if I can put that way. I don't know what would I do without her. If I were to list down everything that she has been doing for all the years, it would only reflect off me as a useless bum. Yes, you can infer from that already. My prayer is that God would keep her in good health to a ripe old age. Selfish it may sound, but I would always need her around.





Bunch of us had dinner atop a hill behind Jurong Bird Park. Company was good, always good. Food was alright though a little salty and pricey. View and fresh air was wonderful, a first for all off us. Couples kissing by railings and stairways was mawkish.




When I saw this at the handicraft centre we visited one afternoon, immediately the thought "the potter and the clay" came to mind. The potter would take a lump of unformed clay and with a little water to soften up the mix, start the molding process. So the clay gets molded into whatever shape the potter has planned for. That's straightforward, you might think. But not so, when put into the context of our relationship with God.



God is the potter that molds us into whatever image He has of us, into what He knows is best for us. And us humans, as the clay, need only be obedient and allow God to work in us and shape us. But sometimes we are stubborn, and refuse God's shaping. We push Him away and go our own way. Does God the Potter give up? No! He continues to mold and shape us tenderly and patiently, all the while watching that we don't go so out of shape that we cannot be molded back into something beautiful. It's a process we have to go through, allowing God to work His way through us and in us. Only then can we see the beautiful product that God intended for us to be.




Shall end with a sweet ending. Durian puffs that my mum and I whipped up just so that I could see how it's done and a chocolate white-out cake that was the reason why I got a certain cookbook.