Three has
special meaning to me. Me and my two kids that makes three.
That’s how I
wanting to wait until there're exactly three of
the precious tomatoes that are grown from our backyard are
ripe to consume. Thanks God, it's exactly in three days, amazing!
Whenever I
cook the vegetables, I always, literally, divide it into three equal portions,
and make sure they eat up all their share.
Whatever
goodies that friends share with me, I split it into three pieces for each one
of us.
The other day, a friend shared some yummy rice noodle soup with
two different kind of meat balls to which are the leftovers from her
fellowship's potluck which are save in two containers. When I got home eagerly
check and eat some of it and eat one of the kind of meat ball without thinking
to share with my kids, I felt bad. Well, just one time, I thought.
The second morning, I had some more, and I found that there were
exactly three of those two kinds of meat balls. Speechless.
there're once three of us, I always joking that we are Three
Musketeers, we are just like one normal fellowship, we had lunch together
sometimes, when we talk it's like endless conversations, anything from
relationships, kids, bible, church, things happen in the world, services and
this and that. Somehow for some reasons for some excuses or whatnot, the gathering stop.
I particularly value this fellowship in between of us. I’m not
good at relationship, any kind of relationship that you can name them, from top
to bottom, left to right, inside and out, none, nada, zip, zero, zilch.
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