"A Walk in Autumn" - that is the title of three and a half year-old Chrisa's freshly authored book today after our stroll in our "new" neighbourhood - Clayton Road. Strolling down the road with no time-table scheduled and seeing the kids exclaiming, "Look, mummy..." and "Wow, dad..." at every simple aesthetic sight was enough to know God is good. The leaves of the trees are changing colours. The kids were thrilled to pick up their first fallen red maple leaves. The long 2 hours' walk was refreshing as a family. A simplicity turned luxury in our fast-paced world.

This is the result of earnest prayers for years, more intensified in the last few months as we planned our sabbatical. Our previous trip to Melbourne, Australia was six years ago. Our budget did not allow us to bring Ashlynn and Nathalynn along then, much to their disappointment. Daddy and Mummy promised the next trip they will come along. We knew that day will come. Time waits for no man. So quickly six years had passed but we never forgot our promise. Since then we had another daughter, Chrisalynn. If as earthly parents we know how to keep our promise, it reminded us how much more God the Father will hold on to His words. We had to believe God, the Jehovah Jireh to provide for five for this trip.

We stopped by the park for the kids to play while we watched some senior men playing lawn bowls. We exchanged smiles for we couldn't converse with them. They were speaking in a language we couldn't understand. It was such a pleasant sight to see people enjoying their lives in their golden age. We were caught in between two extreme generations in the park playing their hearts out - our kids on the left and these senior folks on the right. Have we forgotten how to play? Have we forgotten to take a walk.....?