Last minute packing is always fun: Bible, Devo Book, iPhone, 7 Tops, 3 Tights, 1 Dress, 1 Shorts, 1 Bathers, 3 Shoes, Towel and Toiletries later,
Dad and I were ready to set off.
After waiting ever so patiently for someone’s arrival [cough: MH],
we finally checked in and grabbed a quick bite from downstairs.
Whilst everyone was full, my tummy disagreed and went on for red-bean paste pancakes; three to be exact.
With the excitement of being in T1 instead of budget birthed out the idea of duty free shopping. Unfortunately that did not come to pass and Dad’s pocket was fortunate enough due to time constraints.
Once the seat belt sign was off, i was off, off to Dad’s assigned seat at the back asking him for a couple of rupiah to settle the newly developed mild craving for dinner. Did not get the response which I usually receive from mum so I was sent away not pleased, and not fed.
In this case, (and the rest of them) Dad will succumb to my unreasonable whining and temper. But, I realized my childish manner and decided to tahan the two hours flight. Yes, something which was extremely un-doable at that time, especially dealing with the demands of my greediness.
Thought relying on my iPhone would help me focus off my hunger pangs. Unfortunately, it hanged on me. Two hours without music is a tragedy. How do I live? So out came the pen and notebook with a beginning question of: “God, what do you want me to speak about?” “LOVE!” He replied.
So what is love? How to we define love? How do we picture love? And from there the message of “God’s love” developed and shortly after, we were in Bali.
