Rtp Yummy4tummy One

To celebrate four legged me turned into a two legged back again

So I thought of making some tasty thing in the kitchen

My mom usually bring ingredients to make cakes and puddings

After I looked through, I found a condensed milk tin.

My mom had kept it to make some milk toffees

But she agreed to let me make Fudge chocolate brownies

So after church with my mom bought the rest of the ingredients

Once I came home, rested and this is how I made brownies.

I was 'Ready To Prepare Yummy For Tummy'

Melted hundred-fifty gram butter with Milk Chocolate so yummy

The mix added to the well of crushed Marie Biscuit powder

Little by little added condensed milk, peanuts, vanila essence and cocoa powder.

The mixture smelt so nice as I put it into two boxes

Then in the refrigerator I kept them for almost two hours

I melted marshmallows with Milk and two Orange Chocolate bars

Added to the two boxes as a layer of Ganache.

They were kept in the fridge to get set

On Monday with Marshmallows and Jujubs I decorated

Then took a box to share with my colleagues at the first day of work

After being at home for four and half months because of my double fracture.

Thanks to my little sister, mom had not even gotten a piece of it

My colleague said it was delicious after they had eaten it

But I felt that the consistency was out of proportion

After all, I'm an amateur in preparing yummy for tummy even with direction.

I had a fall and ended up with a double fracture. I was operated and I came home. I celebrated my birthday in bed. It wasn't the way I planned at all. I usually write an encouraging poem to myself like I would write poems about other people. This time I couldn't. I usually don't have a issue spending quality time with myself, but I do not enjoy being stuck in one place. So many things were running in my mind and by March I had this idea, why not write some things that I learn :) So here it is :)

I told my mom I will make it, but after I got all the ingredients ready, I was hesitating a lot whether it will come out ok? Whether it will be edible? Although it was tasty and smelted nice, the consistency was out. I felt disheartened but thankfully I was able to be satisfied with the results of my first attempt.

At the beginning of the walk with Jesus Christ, after accepting Him into my life as my personal Saviour and Redeemer, I tried to be closer to Him, get to know Him better and with time, I was missing what and how I was with Him when I was in my teens and early twenties. After the fall I realized that my walk should be consistent in Him. Otherwise it will go out of proportion and internally I will keep falling down.

Even though I couldn't walk for some months, I wasn't depressed like the time when my left knee got dislocated and was bedridden for a month. Although I stayed Home alone, my mom provided everything for me. So I was thankful to God for giving me a mother like her.

I was reading the bible, praying and reading devotionals. I listened to hymns and watched God Tv. Also I did watch cartoons and some of tele-dramas as well. Whenever I received to do type settings both in Sinhala and English which were sent by my colleagues at work, I did them and sent them back. However whenever I felt as if my head is buzzing with so many thoughts I ended up writing them on my diary. I made new crochet items and even managed in time to give a gift :)

So I was thinking about the question which was asked by Manatita in my last poem. For me, thinking about preaching is kind of difficult. As I remember, when I joined the Sunday School, though I was trained under couple of teachers as a helper to become a teacher, I didn't mind helping but really didn't like the idea of teaching.

Now why? It was my belief that teachers and preachers for that matter have to practice what they preach or teach. Otherwise, it's living a double life or having double standards in living and speaking. I usually do not believe in words if it is not backed up by actions. That's when those who say do not do it in actions, I find it difficult to trust such people and definitely would not be interested in being around such people.

So when I was first asked to teach sunday school children, I was hesitating a lot. Since I found it difficult to say No to people whom I admire, I thought, why not give it a try. The real struggle began when I was reading the guide book and teaching the children when I knew I was personally struggling with some areas in practicing them myself. So I told my mom, ' I don't think this is a good idea, and one has to practice what they teach and I know I'm not good at it.' My mom simply smiled and said that God knows your heart and your desire, also your struggle. But What matters is your effort to live a life that is pleasing in the sight of God. So I prayed and made everything prepared and hoped that the children would understand what I was trying to say.

Of course, the very first day, I was really disappointed. I had to play running and catches with the three boys I was supposed to teach. When I managed to catch one boy and make him sit in the chair while I returned with another, the one who I managed to catch earlier had gone running again. They were mischievous and very naughty. It felt like I was dealing with three naughty versions of my brother and that was exhausting.

So again I became a helper and one of the boys' father came and taught the boys while I helped with the crafts and the colouring. WoW! I really admired his style of teaching. It felt like I went back in time and space for that particular moment when he taught. Then he became my 2nd most favourite teacher. I began to wish, that one day I could teach children like he does. It felt so realistic.

Then after sometime, I was again asked to teach Sunday School children. However, when I shared my concerns with the lady who asked me, she was like 'Oh no! You don't have to worry, this time it will be two girls'. I was like 'ok' . So again I prepared myself to give it another try at it. However, it went smoothly until I learnt that they were sisters and daughters of a Pastor in our leadership. My brain went "Oh great!". Although they were quite younger than I am, they were really good in their spoken skills, so my insecurities began to surface and I was totally depending on God. I was wondering whether they were able to understand what I was trying to say and always felt that God was talking to me through the things I was teaching while I did the crafts for visual understanding. At least that's how I understand and remember things most of the time. One day, I couldn't really take it anymore, so I asked the little girl whether she understood what I was trying to tell her... and she began to tell me what they were doing with what they have learnt from me. I was totally surprised and their enthusiasm gave me more inspiration to take seriously as to what I was doing and the motivation to keep improving myself. It turned out, that what I was teaching, they had gone and taught other kids whom they were the ones who were teaching at their father's prayer meeting/ church and shared what the response of other kids while they were teaching. It was totally unexpected.

So whenever I got discouraged, whenever I got anxious in having to teach a larger group of children, I always remembered the response of the two girls and it made me feel encouraged. I wasn't doing it to please the children or the other teachers or the parents of the children. I was doing it because helping makes me feel very happy. And sharing about Father God and His love for others made me feel encouraged. However, I cannot whip up an instant lesson to teach without preparing properly. Of course my sister could have done like that as she is excelling at her communication skills and memory where as I have to practice what I teach/speak beforehand.

Last Sunday, according to Pinkish Priest, I write about this and that, so why can't I preach? My Goodness! Preaching means talking to people while all the eyes on me. I practically have a hard time reading the Bible or giving a speech in front of people as I tend to look down at what I was reading without looking at people except once or twice I look at Pinkish Priest who would be encouraging me with his ear to ear smile and showing a thumbs up. Unless I video what I would like to share and then uploading it on Youtube or something like that.