Isolation

I don’t know how to describe my feelings. Christmas comes and go.

We ate big meal at Cheryl & Karen’s during the Christmas eve with plenty of homemade western food. And my favorite dish was the apple crumble desert with vanilla ice cream made by Cheryl’s mom. The next day, after church we went to Rovena’s in Klang. The satay was really good! So was the ‘English Salad’ (because Robert got the recipe from England). At night, we had dinner at Fiona’s. She cooked this special recipe of hers : Roasted Dill Chicken. The reason why I called it Dill chicken was that she could not find any herbs to marinade with the chicken and she found this stuff on the shelf. Eagerly she sprinkled it over that poor chicken and baked it. Few minutes later, she found that Dill can only go with pasta and vegetables. Ha ha ha Poor Fiona! After all, the chicken tastes superb. Thanks to the ever ready soy sauce and honey.. We had 555 Shiraz too.*wink*

I called home this afternoon and Dad picked up the phone. He told me how merry the Christmas was back home. Most of my cousins and uncles went back home. They had this open house and people come and visit from everywhere. Do I feel this pang of regret? I don’t know. I think maybe this is time for me to isolate myself and ponder the real meaning of Christmas. I need to talk to the Lord again. He knows how excruciatingly painful were this year has been for me. I want to get out from this, with an extra strength from above of course. I could see mountains and valleys ahead, but what matters now is the strength and power to go through all that.