The power of love ...

Mom and Dad have always been very protective of me even now that I’m in my 20’s. I didn’t like how things were coz’ we’d always have things to argue, and that’d have every say in my life and be sure that I’ll follow their wishes. One day I got tired of it, I snapped and ran away from home for 2 days. After that, I’ve decided that I’m not gonna talk to them unnecessarily, coz’ you just won’t know when the 3rd world war is coming.

But now looking back, I think things have changed for the better. Surprisingly, I dun have the urge to talk back to them that often. I find myself to be more patient and less fiery when being provoked (ok, I won’t bite but I’ll start yelling and crying to them!). And yes, mom and dad are becoming more gentle and considerate when they stick their tongues out (subconsciously I think they might have a replay of me running away from home every night after knocking out, hehe…).

More importantly, I do think God is there to guide me to escape the constant fights I had with my parents. I remembered in one of the Baptism class discussions (on the topic of 10 commandments), we were reminded that no matter how our parents have wronged us at times, we should still honour them and work on the relationship with them. I truthfully am touched by this b’coz for the first time I realized that I genuinely wanted the relationship to work. It also struck me that I think I can do it, not because I can, but it’s b’coz our heavenly Father loves us so unconditionally...