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as leaving the house and said "ittekimasu" ( 行ってきます means I'll go and come back in Japanese). Haruka's response tickled me and gave me a smile. She was running to the door to send me off. Then, she looked at me and said "blueberry OK?". She gave a Japanese bow. I said,"Orikou, OK?" (Clever child in Japanese). Haruka smiled and said a quick "OK" and ran back to her box of toys. (Probably the reply was quite hesitant, yet necessary to get her the blueber
ries).
Upon reflection, a father's love is about giving with no expectation of recipocration. There is surely hope in love. Yet, love is giving sacrificially. A colleague who had a brood of children told me that children are not a form of investment. That however was not the cas
e previously. There used to be more fillial piety in a society less individualistic. My parents expect me to provide for them when their savings run dry. In fact, my dad expects me to send more cash back home regularly as I am earning well now. Though, most in society these days plan ahead for their own retirement. But, it is a blessing to be able to give and reflect on God's love to each of us. When we pray, we yearn af
ter God's provision. Yet, after receiving blessings from God, we fail to remember Him that He loves us much. Like a father to his children, God is the same. He yearns for our recipocration too. Most importantly, He still loves without condition.
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