Thanksgiving in 2000
This is a thanksgiving prayer I found, written at the end of 2000...
Abba,
Thank You for my job, for planning a special ‘immersion program all for me. For the two stages You prepared thru Ps Edwin beforehand. For showing me who worship You just as I do, for showing me I wasn’t strange.
Thank You, Lord, for letting me live among people who love You so passionately, so wholeheartedly, people who center of their lives is You. And yet for showing me their humanness, their realness, that they have faults though many strengths. And thank You, Lord, for showing people who are matured and confident enough to behave like children, who are not too old to play games, have fun and laugh heartily, who treasure childlikeness more than ‘face’.
Father, I thank You for Your promise that You will teach me, for fulfilling that promise so abundantly I couldn’t begin to count my blessings, though I’m trying to now. I thank You for changing my attitude, giving me a good attitude I never had, one that says, of all kinds of things to be tried, to be learned, thing I don’t know or have never seen before, even things I was afraid of & afraid to learn, all kinds of new things in new worlds, simply this: “I can learn” Father, You said You would teach me, so I just assumed I could learn anything.
Father, I thank You for Lijun & Qingyu. For giving me friends at the moment when I was in a strange place & had none. For the nicest horrible instant noodles they cooked me, with bitter vege in it. I ate it with tears in my eyes. & I ate all the vege . . . most. & for my colleages who prefer to use their idling time to sing to You than gossip.
Father, I thank You for showing me that it isn’t true I couldn’t live with You people & love them. For giving me Lijun, Qingyu, Vivien, later Wanting, still later Louis, Angie, Delci, and then Anqi, Xiangyu, Zhaoyan & so many, many more. Even Doris, Ps Yee Theng, Ps Debra, Ps Edwin, Linda, Siew Ping, Ps Asher, Ps Roland, Ps David, Ps Hee Guan, Ps Cheong How, Joy, Sharon, Wynne, Maisie, Pamela, Xiuxin, Fang Xiang, Grace, Crystal . . . Father, I can’t name them all. You know.
Abba,
Thank You for my job, for planning a special ‘immersion program all for me. For the two stages You prepared thru Ps Edwin beforehand. For showing me who worship You just as I do, for showing me I wasn’t strange.
Thank You, Lord, for letting me live among people who love You so passionately, so wholeheartedly, people who center of their lives is You. And yet for showing me their humanness, their realness, that they have faults though many strengths. And thank You, Lord, for showing people who are matured and confident enough to behave like children, who are not too old to play games, have fun and laugh heartily, who treasure childlikeness more than ‘face’.
Father, I thank You for Your promise that You will teach me, for fulfilling that promise so abundantly I couldn’t begin to count my blessings, though I’m trying to now. I thank You for changing my attitude, giving me a good attitude I never had, one that says, of all kinds of things to be tried, to be learned, thing I don’t know or have never seen before, even things I was afraid of & afraid to learn, all kinds of new things in new worlds, simply this: “I can learn” Father, You said You would teach me, so I just assumed I could learn anything.
Father, I thank You for Lijun & Qingyu. For giving me friends at the moment when I was in a strange place & had none. For the nicest horrible instant noodles they cooked me, with bitter vege in it. I ate it with tears in my eyes. & I ate all the vege . . . most. & for my colleages who prefer to use their idling time to sing to You than gossip.
Father, I thank You for showing me that it isn’t true I couldn’t live with You people & love them. For giving me Lijun, Qingyu, Vivien, later Wanting, still later Louis, Angie, Delci, and then Anqi, Xiangyu, Zhaoyan & so many, many more. Even Doris, Ps Yee Theng, Ps Debra, Ps Edwin, Linda, Siew Ping, Ps Asher, Ps Roland, Ps David, Ps Hee Guan, Ps Cheong How, Joy, Sharon, Wynne, Maisie, Pamela, Xiuxin, Fang Xiang, Grace, Crystal . . . Father, I can’t name them all. You know.
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