Category Archives: Stream in the Hip Desert 新沙漠甘泉
“Quit, give up, you’re beaten” they shout at you and plead
“There’s just too much against you this time you can’t succeed”.
And as I start to hang my head in front of failures face
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race
And hope refills my weakened will as I recall that scene
Or just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being
Children race, young boys, young men, how I remember well
Excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell,
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first,
or if not that at least take second place
The fathers watched from off the side, each cheering for his son
And each boy hoped to show his dad that he could be the one
The whistle blew and off they went, young hearts and hopes afire
To win and be the hero there was each young boys desire
And one boy in particular whose dad was in the crowd
Was running near the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud”
But as they sped down the field across a shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win lost his step and slipped
Trying hard to catch himself with hands flew out to brace
And amid the laughter of the crowd, he fell flat on his face
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said “Get up and win the race”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all
And ran with all his night and mind, to make up for the fall,
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
His mind went faster than his legs, he slipped and fell again,
He wised then that he had quit before, with only one disgrace,
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race”
But in the laughing crowd he searched and found his fathers face
That steady look which said again, “Get up and win the race”
So up he jumped to try again, ten yards behind the last
If I’m going to gain those yards he thought, I’ve got to move real fast
Exerting everything he had, he regained eight or ten
But trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again
Defeat, he lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye
There’s no sense running anymore, three strikes, I’m out, why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away
So far behind so error prone, a loser all the way
“I’ve lost, so what”, he thought, I’ll live with my disgrace
But then he thought about his dad whom soon he’d have to face
“Get up” the echo sounded low, “Get up” and take your place
You were not meant for failure here, “Get up”, and win the race
With borrowed will “Get up” it said, “You haven’t lost at all”
For winning is no more than this, To rise each time you fall
So up he rose to run once more and with a new commit
He resolved, that win or lose, at least he shouldn’t quit
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been
Still he’d give it all he had, and run as though to win
Three times he’d fallen, stumbling; Three times he’d rose again
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end
They cheered the winning runner as he crossed the line first place
Head high and proud and happy, no falling, no disgrace
But when the fallen youngster, crossed the line, last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race
And even though he came in last, with head bent low, unproud
You would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd
And to his dad he sadly said “I didn’t do too well”
“To me you won”, his father said “You rose each time you fell”
by D. H. Groberg
It does seemed like I have been out of the blogging world, doesn’t it? I have spent these few months developing my spiritual food page, my daily journal. I have received a few encouraging emails and comments from other brother and sisters in Christ on this page. So, I will continue to write.
As for my main blog, when I have new discovery or ideas, I will continue to share.
This week, I am sharing a short cut meal idea. Cook chicken drumstick in store bought Masala sauce. Onion and Tomatoes can be added to the sauce as well. Serve it with spicy Lime Leaf and Lemongrass Cashew Nut and store bought Naan or some Basmati rice. Top with some fresh herb like Cilantro as garnish. I would like to credit this short cut meal idea to Trader Joes. When I tasted their food sample this afternoon, I knew exactly what to make for dinner.
And for dessert, Bubur Cha Cha (Yellow Sweet Potato, Purple Sweet Potato and Taro cooked in coconut milk).
A complete short cut meal with dessert! The main course took only a fraction of the time to prepare compared to the dessert. Recipe for Bubur Cha Cha dessert adapted from Corner Cafe.
This afternoon I heard that our Christian lives is like running a race. We fall, get up, fall, and get up, all the way to Heaven. The above poem is very encouraging because our Heavenly Father loves us and He doesn’t care if we win the race as long as we get up and try again.
Our church will have a special gospel meeting this Sunday, followed by a humble love feast. Click here for directions…
The photo above was taken at our recent gathering to bid farewell to a family moving to a different city. We had foods from different parts of China. I had a strong urge to post this photo this morning and I figured out why later, after I saw who was in the photo! The little boy is God’s secret. The father of this little boy will be speaking at this Sunday’s Gospel meeting.
My girlfriend from Texas forwarded me some interesting photos this morning. A couple of the photos include square watermelons in Japan, and a lady shopping with a Kangaroo in the grocery in Australia!
Just read an older article from CNN on square watermelons and it is very interesting. Round watermelons take up space in the refrigerator, so the Japanese came up with square watermelons. Brilliant!
I do not know the validity of the Kangaroo picture but growing square watermelon is possible.
Mom: “Where’s my gift?”
Little Dragon: “But, it is not Mother’s Day yet. Mother’s Day is tomorrow.”
Mom: “I can’t wait to see my gift.”
A few minutes later, my 7 year old, with a huge smile, showed up with her present and handmade card for me.
Thank you for being so nice to me. You are the nicest Mom in the world. I think your almost like Jesus! Your really special.”
Next to these sweet words, was a drawing of me with my favorite rolled up blue jeans.
Little Dragon’s card is a reminder for me to praise my own parents and my Heavenly Father.
Proverbs 16:24 Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
My Dad forwarded me an email. It was George Carlin’s views on aging. I have just forwarded the email to two of my blogger friends who encouraged me during my early days of blogging. Now, I would like to share George’s brilliant ideas with the rest of you…
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. ‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m four and a half!’ You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key you get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. ‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m gonna be 16!’ You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life, you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There’s no fun. Now, you’re just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it’s a Day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80’s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; ‘I Was JUST 92.’ Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a Little kid again. ‘I’m 100 and a half!’ May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay ‘them.’
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.’ And the devil’s name is Alzheimer’s.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, Who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don’t take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next County; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keep You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only God keeps You Going!
You are so special!
On Easter weekend (usually at the end of March), children can attend egg hunts. It was Little Chicken’s first year in picking up her own eggs without any help. Inside each decorated plastic eggs are candies.
I did not know this until I researched it on the internet; The custom of an Easter egg hunt began because children believed that rabbit, a symbol of fertility, laid eggs, a symbol of new life, in the grass for them to find.
But Easter Sunday is much more than a day of colorful plastic eggs and chocolate bunnies.
As Christmas is celebrating Jesus’ birthday, Easter is celebrating Jesus’ victory over death.