The Beach

 It was a weekend at the beach.

The long weekend was a time for a getaway from the city.

Along with members of PJEFC, we landed at Lumut for a time of learning and fun.

 The beautiful beach was a sight to behold and ponder over. Somehow the sea surely leads you to a time of reflection and taking hold of oneself. You think of what has happened, you try to foresee the future but the best is to tell God you need Him and to rest in His promises.

The ocean tells you that you are but a drop; of no significance and fragile.

So, we must treasure moments.

 It's good to see dad in a relax manner. He works hard and is not slothful. He is also thrifty and careful.

When he strolled along the beach, he recalled the days of old when the girls were kids and willing to follow us wherever we went. Now we cannot assume their keenness anymore.
 In fact, we can only invite, never force.

So, we had to concede to the fact that we had to be on our own without them.

The Damai beach is quiet and serene.
 We noticed the patterns created by sea creatures; almost undisturbed.

Then we saw children building castles and sand mounds. Oh, it seemed like only yesterday that we played with our girls too. When I saw the little girl in blue, I asked dad whom did she remind him of and without hesitation replied: Grace.

That caused me to dig for old photos .

That's Grace with dad. Who had more fun? The father or the daughter? You see, fathers are all out to please their girls. So dad buried himself and gave the daughter a chance to feel great. Now Grace is a woman; ready to be the wife to a man. How does dad feel, I wonder at times.

Dad doted on his first girl quite a bit. 

He would be giving his full attention whenever the need arose.

 He made sure fun was the call of the day. 

The girls like dad because they associate him with fun; not mum.

Occasionally though mum did give in to them; that's mum with Esther in her bikini.

 Now you know why she likes bikini; trained from young.

Beach times were always good; you get to make a mess of everything without being chided.

We  also made sure we had holiday moments for them to remember by.

But the best memories are when the girls are less opinionated, more accommodating and simply love each other. During those days, their only boyfriend is daddy and this common factor draw them close together. But times change, perceptions change and aspirations differ. The girls have grown into women who are highly opinionated; not easily persuaded. But mama prays that they will continue to love one another and ready to accommodate peace and accept differences positively.

 May they strive to be wholesome beings and graciously develop into adults that please their Maker.

May they continue to remain friends and sisters in good and bad times; protecting one another through thick and thin; and know they belong to one another.

God bless the good memories we had with them and may they stay good.

Oh, how a beach walk can evoke emotions.

We have to walk more.