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D : Yukk...
Mamaw : Paw, ayo mandi atuh Paw...
D : Paw, ayo mandi atuh Paw... Ayo mandi... Ayo... Ayo, Paw... Ayo...
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♫ Awas iblis suka merongrong... ♪
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Showing posts with label Sunday School song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday School song. Show all posts
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Little Lamb
Darren loves BIG things. He wants BIG fish, big pudding, big cookies, big everything. When I sing a Sunday School Song called LITTLE LAMB, it goes
Domba kecil, domba kecil,
Hilang di atas bukit,
Datanglah gembala,
Angkat domba kecil.
(Or in English:
Little lamb, little lamb,
Got lost over the hill,
Shepherd came,
Carried the little lamb.)
He insisted that I should sing it DOMBA BESAR (=big lamb).
I imagined the shepherd, having to carry it all the way home. Big fat hairy heavy lamb. Poor shepherd.
I told Darren the shepherd wouldn't be able to carry it. Berat atuuhh....
Domba kecil, domba kecil,
Hilang di atas bukit,
Datanglah gembala,
Angkat domba kecil.
(Or in English:
Little lamb, little lamb,
Got lost over the hill,
Shepherd came,
Carried the little lamb.)
He insisted that I should sing it DOMBA BESAR (=big lamb).
I imagined the shepherd, having to carry it all the way home. Big fat hairy heavy lamb. Poor shepherd.
I told Darren the shepherd wouldn't be able to carry it. Berat atuuhh....
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Excellent!
How time flies.
I still remember when I was entering my 3rd trimester of pregnancy with Darren, when I had to be admitted to the hospital because I kept having premature contractions.
Hubby and I were SO WORRIED! We prayed and prayed, and so did the rest of the hospital complex (we were living in a missionary hospital complex in West Borneo, and were both working in that hospital). With every single day that passed by, we were grateful because Darren got to spend another day where he belonged, in Mommy’s belly. By God’s grace, Darren was born full term, healthy and perfect ^___^
Today, Darren’s a healthy, happy, super active, 18 months old toddler.
He excels in many areas: physical development, language skills, motoric skills.
He runs around, fully toilet trained, speaking a vocabulary of probably around 400 words (of course I’m not counting, that’s just a rough estimation. I’m guessing that amount because some 80 of which was animal vocabulary, probably another 80 was vegetables and flowers, maybe another 50 was names of relatives, friends, those in Sunday School, and the rest would be enough for his daily conversation words). He’s using sentences of 3 to 4 words, although still without preposition yet. For example: “Papaw... work... (to earn) money... (for) Darren... (to buy) milk...” (in Bahasa)
Or he’d tell you a story, his current favorite is a Bible story of Jesus calming the stormy sea: “[the disciples] ATUT... [takut / fear] ANGUN.. ANGUN [mimicking their waking Jesus up]...,” he says, and now with his arms stretched out, “IAM... [diam! / silent!] NANGLAH! [tenanglah / calm down!]”
He mostly does it without being asked. Sometimes when he almost falls asleep, he would chatter and babble up a series of words like those.
He also counts from 1 to 10, although many times he does it in 2 series: 1 to 3 or 5, and after a few seconds, continuing to 10.
He knows colors, except yellow and orange. His never mistaken colors are: GREY and BROWN (weird, isn’t it?).
He sings -as in completing words and sentences of the lyrics when we sing for him- of MANY Sunday School songs along with the gesture for each song.
It’s just too amazing to watch a child grow, especially mindwise. I remember Darren’s mind still being a bit “empty,” oblivious to our speeches just a few months ago.
I wonder how he got the creativity of inventing “GROWTH”, from a single embryo into a baby, a child, and further on, an adult human being.
Our Creator’s TOTALLY AWESOME, isn’t He?
I still remember when I was entering my 3rd trimester of pregnancy with Darren, when I had to be admitted to the hospital because I kept having premature contractions.
Hubby and I were SO WORRIED! We prayed and prayed, and so did the rest of the hospital complex (we were living in a missionary hospital complex in West Borneo, and were both working in that hospital). With every single day that passed by, we were grateful because Darren got to spend another day where he belonged, in Mommy’s belly. By God’s grace, Darren was born full term, healthy and perfect ^___^
Today, Darren’s a healthy, happy, super active, 18 months old toddler.
He excels in many areas: physical development, language skills, motoric skills.
He runs around, fully toilet trained, speaking a vocabulary of probably around 400 words (of course I’m not counting, that’s just a rough estimation. I’m guessing that amount because some 80 of which was animal vocabulary, probably another 80 was vegetables and flowers, maybe another 50 was names of relatives, friends, those in Sunday School, and the rest would be enough for his daily conversation words). He’s using sentences of 3 to 4 words, although still without preposition yet. For example: “Papaw... work... (to earn) money... (for) Darren... (to buy) milk...” (in Bahasa)
Or he’d tell you a story, his current favorite is a Bible story of Jesus calming the stormy sea: “[the disciples] ATUT... [takut / fear] ANGUN.. ANGUN [mimicking their waking Jesus up]...,” he says, and now with his arms stretched out, “IAM... [diam! / silent!] NANGLAH! [tenanglah / calm down!]”
He mostly does it without being asked. Sometimes when he almost falls asleep, he would chatter and babble up a series of words like those.
He also counts from 1 to 10, although many times he does it in 2 series: 1 to 3 or 5, and after a few seconds, continuing to 10.
He knows colors, except yellow and orange. His never mistaken colors are: GREY and BROWN (weird, isn’t it?).
He sings -as in completing words and sentences of the lyrics when we sing for him- of MANY Sunday School songs along with the gesture for each song.
It’s just too amazing to watch a child grow, especially mindwise. I remember Darren’s mind still being a bit “empty,” oblivious to our speeches just a few months ago.
I wonder how he got the creativity of inventing “GROWTH”, from a single embryo into a baby, a child, and further on, an adult human being.
Our Creator’s TOTALLY AWESOME, isn’t He?
Monday, April 13, 2009
Babble bubble
I’m not feeling well today... Sneezes, runny nose, headache and almost feverish.
I hope Darren won’t be infected with mommy’s flu!
In Indonesia, last weekend was a long weekend. Last Thursday was election day, then the next day was Good Friday. So it was a holiday, from Thursday to Sunday.
To me, working as a freelancer and a housewife, it didn’t really matter. But we’ve been having a blast because my parents were in town and we got to spend a lot of great times together.
Our little Darren who in 3 days would turn 16 months of age, is now consistently making sentences with 2 words. We can’t be happier, because other than excelling in his verbal skills, he’s also making it easier for us to understand him ^__^
He would say, “Papa… ja…” (Papa kerja = Daddy works) when he wakes up in the morning and couldn’t find his daddy in our bedroom.
Other times he would say, “Di… boboh..” (= Bubble bath or mandi bubble in our mixed language). He loves having a bubble bath in his baby tub. The only thing bothering me is that he LOVES to eat the bubbles, just to get to me! He loves it when I tell him to spit those bubbles out of his mouth, “Pffaaahh!” He’d giggle and put bubbles back into his mouth and mimics, “Pffaaahh!”
Sometimes when his bubble-eating gets too intolerable, I’d get him out of his tub and finish bath immediately.
Another thing Darren’s been good at in the last 2 weeks was singing. He knows a BUNCH of Sunday School songs and some nursery rhymes, and used to dance along those songs. He can now finish the lines in the songs (in a sing-along kind of way), and to our surprise, he knows SO MANY of those songs by heart!
Ah, the joy of motherhood ^___________^
I hope Darren won’t be infected with mommy’s flu!
In Indonesia, last weekend was a long weekend. Last Thursday was election day, then the next day was Good Friday. So it was a holiday, from Thursday to Sunday.
To me, working as a freelancer and a housewife, it didn’t really matter. But we’ve been having a blast because my parents were in town and we got to spend a lot of great times together.
Our little Darren who in 3 days would turn 16 months of age, is now consistently making sentences with 2 words. We can’t be happier, because other than excelling in his verbal skills, he’s also making it easier for us to understand him ^__^
He would say, “Papa… ja…” (Papa kerja = Daddy works) when he wakes up in the morning and couldn’t find his daddy in our bedroom.
Other times he would say, “Di… boboh..” (= Bubble bath or mandi bubble in our mixed language). He loves having a bubble bath in his baby tub. The only thing bothering me is that he LOVES to eat the bubbles, just to get to me! He loves it when I tell him to spit those bubbles out of his mouth, “Pffaaahh!” He’d giggle and put bubbles back into his mouth and mimics, “Pffaaahh!”
Sometimes when his bubble-eating gets too intolerable, I’d get him out of his tub and finish bath immediately.
Another thing Darren’s been good at in the last 2 weeks was singing. He knows a BUNCH of Sunday School songs and some nursery rhymes, and used to dance along those songs. He can now finish the lines in the songs (in a sing-along kind of way), and to our surprise, he knows SO MANY of those songs by heart!
Ah, the joy of motherhood ^___________^
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A Little Tribute to Opa and Oma, Wendell and Marjorie Geary
A Little Tribute to Opa and Oma, Wendell and Marjorie Geary
In Sunday School, they taught Darren this song:
♫ Tanganku kerja buat Tuhan, mulutku memuji nama-Nya,
Kakiku berjalan cari jiwa, upahku besar di surga... ♪
In English, it’s something like:
♫ My hands work for God, my mouth exhalts His name,
my legs walk to find lost souls, my reward is huge in heaven... ♪
Upon hearing that song, although not for the first time, I was wondering if I had lived like what the song was saying. And then it hit me, that of the many people I’ve met in my life, few really lived like what the song was saying, and among them, a very special couple quickly stood out. Some of you may have heard about them, or even know them personally: Wendell and Marjorie Geary, a.k.a Opa and Oma Geary of Bethesda hospital, Serukam.
When I think of hands that are truly dedicated to work for God, day in and day out, tireless, without underrating the many, many other hands also working for the One same God, my thought went out to the huge pair of hands (surgical gloves size 8 - 8.5 J), already having many wrinkles, yet were among the gentlest hands whose touch reach deep into his patients’ and MANY others’ hearts. Hands that despite the size, were delicately skillfull in doing their job on surgical tables.
When I think of a mouth that’s full with sincere praises for the Lord, I realize that it’s something more rarely found. Don’t we all have our moments when we’re not proud of what comes out of our mouths? (and I’m not talking about spluttering or vomiting J )
But if you ever talked to Marjorie Geary (a.k.a. Oma Geary), you’d agree with me, that whenever she opens her mouth, Words of God, encouragement, comfort, wisdom, in all down-to-earth, low profile, whole-hearted, very human ways, flow out like a river. If you were down, you’d at once feel as if the day were brighter; if you were confused, you’d feel like you just got a guiding light to lead you on; if you were weak, you’d feel like your wings regained a new strength to fly; and if you were on your average, so-so daily condition, you’d once again be reminded that God is walking with you along the way.
I don’t think I have ever met anyone from whose mouth flows out more blessings than Oma’s.
As for the legs willing to walk to find lost souls, people who know them wouldn’t have the tiniest doubt that they walked a long, long, LONG way and brought to God thousands upon thousands of lost souls deep in the furthest corners of West Borneo.
As for their reward, as a fellow Christian, I can’t think of anything less than a huge, real-estate-class house in an elite area in Heaven, although God probably has prepared something far better for them.
In Sunday School, they taught Darren this song:
♫ Tanganku kerja buat Tuhan, mulutku memuji nama-Nya,
Kakiku berjalan cari jiwa, upahku besar di surga... ♪
In English, it’s something like:
♫ My hands work for God, my mouth exhalts His name,
my legs walk to find lost souls, my reward is huge in heaven... ♪
Upon hearing that song, although not for the first time, I was wondering if I had lived like what the song was saying. And then it hit me, that of the many people I’ve met in my life, few really lived like what the song was saying, and among them, a very special couple quickly stood out. Some of you may have heard about them, or even know them personally: Wendell and Marjorie Geary, a.k.a Opa and Oma Geary of Bethesda hospital, Serukam.
When I think of hands that are truly dedicated to work for God, day in and day out, tireless, without underrating the many, many other hands also working for the One same God, my thought went out to the huge pair of hands (surgical gloves size 8 - 8.5 J), already having many wrinkles, yet were among the gentlest hands whose touch reach deep into his patients’ and MANY others’ hearts. Hands that despite the size, were delicately skillfull in doing their job on surgical tables.
When I think of a mouth that’s full with sincere praises for the Lord, I realize that it’s something more rarely found. Don’t we all have our moments when we’re not proud of what comes out of our mouths? (and I’m not talking about spluttering or vomiting J )
But if you ever talked to Marjorie Geary (a.k.a. Oma Geary), you’d agree with me, that whenever she opens her mouth, Words of God, encouragement, comfort, wisdom, in all down-to-earth, low profile, whole-hearted, very human ways, flow out like a river. If you were down, you’d at once feel as if the day were brighter; if you were confused, you’d feel like you just got a guiding light to lead you on; if you were weak, you’d feel like your wings regained a new strength to fly; and if you were on your average, so-so daily condition, you’d once again be reminded that God is walking with you along the way.
I don’t think I have ever met anyone from whose mouth flows out more blessings than Oma’s.
As for the legs willing to walk to find lost souls, people who know them wouldn’t have the tiniest doubt that they walked a long, long, LONG way and brought to God thousands upon thousands of lost souls deep in the furthest corners of West Borneo.
As for their reward, as a fellow Christian, I can’t think of anything less than a huge, real-estate-class house in an elite area in Heaven, although God probably has prepared something far better for them.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I’d say a little prayer for you, Beloved…
Every night when hubby’s not on duty, he and I would take Darren to the bedroom when it’s time for him to sleep. If hubby’s on duty, I’d do it myself.
Every single night, we would pray together before Darren sleeps.
We’d start with a Sunday School song that goes:
♫ Lipatlah tangan, tutup mata….
Untuk berdoa pada Tuhan, amin… ♪
In English, it’s something like “Join your hands together, close your eyes… Let’s pray to God, amen…”
And after that I’d say a brief, simple prayer out loud, to give thanks to Heavenly Father and say a short request.
Although he’s still unable to sit still during our prayer time, Darren understands this ritual too well. Once we enter the bedroom and put him to bed, despite his moving about, he’d say “AMEENNN..” and sometimes also does so in the middle of our prayer.
Today Darren’s been having a little cough. So in the prayer, I said, “Dear Lord, thank You for blessing us today. Please bless Daddy at work. Now Darren is going to sleep. We pray that you would cure his cough. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.”
Right when I got to the word ‘cough’, he cleared his throat, “ehm… ehm…” :)
Every single night, we would pray together before Darren sleeps.
We’d start with a Sunday School song that goes:
♫ Lipatlah tangan, tutup mata….
Untuk berdoa pada Tuhan, amin… ♪
In English, it’s something like “Join your hands together, close your eyes… Let’s pray to God, amen…”
And after that I’d say a brief, simple prayer out loud, to give thanks to Heavenly Father and say a short request.
Although he’s still unable to sit still during our prayer time, Darren understands this ritual too well. Once we enter the bedroom and put him to bed, despite his moving about, he’d say “AMEENNN..” and sometimes also does so in the middle of our prayer.
Today Darren’s been having a little cough. So in the prayer, I said, “Dear Lord, thank You for blessing us today. Please bless Daddy at work. Now Darren is going to sleep. We pray that you would cure his cough. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.”
Right when I got to the word ‘cough’, he cleared his throat, “ehm… ehm…” :)
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