#apocketoflove

This morning, I woke up thinking about inheritance. 

a quick google search had brought me to these definitions

INHERITANCE 

[in-her-i-tuh ns]

1. something that is or may be inherited; property passing at the owner's death to the heir or those entitled to succeed; legacy.

2. the genetic characters transmitted from parent to offspring, taken collectively.

3. something, as a quality, characteristic, or other immaterial possession, received from progenitors or predecessors as if by succession: an inheritance of family pride.

4. portion; birthright; heritage: Absolute rule was considered the inheritance of kings.

6. Obsolete. right of possession; ownership.

It was reminded that my natural family is rich in heritage, culture and a legacy in the frozen food business. I feel at times that my friends around me think that I am rich monetarily and in possession. I thought so myself too, as in, I didn't have to worry about what to eat, whether if I’ll have a roof over my head and there’s always enough. 

But this morning, I woke up and had a strong conviction in my heart. 

I. AM. NO.WHERE. NEAR. RICH. 

I. AM. NOT. RICH.

My parents are rich, and it is by years and years of toiling and hard work. I guess no one sees the challenges behind close doors and the time that my dad spent investing in his business. He was denied the opportunity to pursue education because my grandad needed help. He did not have a choice to say no, I would like an extra hour of sleeping in, thanks nor the luxury of discovering his true passion. And let’s not mention the long working hours, dropping in to the office every weekend and being woken up by phone calls in the middle of the night when something goes wrong. 

And as a daughter of his, all that I have owe it to my parents’ years and years of sacrifices. I received because I have amazingly mind blowing generous parents who never shy away from giving us the best. Hence, the solid starting point that I have in life and I never want to take that for granted. The privileges of having certain things, and being blessed with certain experiences, are partly credited to my parent’s investment in their children, even if it means that it cost them.  

Hence, I am not rich because of my own works or through my own career (trust me, nursing pay peanuts), it’s sheerly because of the overflow from my parents. At times, it may not even be an overflow, but simply an act of sacrifice. 

So, translating this to my spiritual Daddy in heaven. It blows up a whole new perspective. 

“ Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” 

- James 1 : 17 - 

I can walk in freedom, with peace in my heart and joy in my soul today. I had seen breakthroughs and overcome mountains by the power of the Lamb. I can go through the valleys and there will be a great host of witnesses cheering me on. I have access to the same power that raised Christ from the dead and walk with Holy Spirit on a daily basis. 

And it wasn't like it didn't cost Daddy God anything for us to be reconciled and for us to be able to come face to face with him again. He sacrificed His one and only Son, taking our place of punishment and the wages of sin on His own shoulders. He could have said, No and it would have been fine, but He chose to pursue us and He chooses us again and again. 

To think that I am so underserving of any spiritual or natural blessings from both my heavenly and earthly father but they give anyway. This is the beauty of inheritance. It is truly not by works, it is by grace. 

Some people priced natural materialistic possession as valuable. As for me, I would so much rather more inherit the spiritual blessings, the authority, the ownership, obsolete right, quality and characteristics of my heavenly Father. To have his heart beat and to know his Kingdom.

So, am I rich? - Yes. 

Am i deserving to come into His Kingdom and possess all that He wants to give me?  - NO.

But He gave anyway. 

“For if the inheritance is based on law, it is no longer based on a promise; but God has granted it to Abraham by means of a promise....And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's descendants, heirs according to promise.”

Papa: electricity bill has arrived. this month, it has gone up.

Me: Sorry, that's probably me. I try very hard not to use the air con as much but it's really hard to work on my assignment on hot afternoons....

Mummy quickly jumps in : your dad la, been turning on the air con every night

Me: Chong Foo See is the best, sleeps with fan everyday.

Papa: no, he watches tv the most.

all of us: hmmm...

#seestersconversation over lunch the other day.

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I love that my family does not blame one another but shares the load (even if it means sharing the blame).

We are not in lack but we do try to be thrifty in any way we could. My parents have never lavished on the luxurious lifestyle and we were never brought up in that way. They are the type who work really hard and only spend when needed.

This trip home, I haven't managed to secure any permanent job, nor have a steady income that I could contribute regularly to the expenses at home.Technically, I am living on my savings, and my parents had been so understanding that they have never mentioned anything about rent, or hinting to me to pay for anything. Instead, (quite the contrary) they would sneakily slip in some cash, pay for all the meals we've had, even my naughty dessert and coffee cravings.

Coming from being financially independent and generally independent in life, returning to being under my parents roof has been quite interesting. No, they weren't crazy controlling possessive parents. They weren't demanding in any way, except to water the plant box routinely. Rather, to my surprise, they have given me all the space I need, being generous and loving. Of course, there were hiccups here and there, as with all families, but if there was any comfort in returning home, it would be them.