關於 the stranger in our bed ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

"A number of years ago, I wrote in with my praise report about conceiving after partaking of the holy Communion and declaring our supernatural conception of a baby. The following year, I gave birth to my son, Judah.

Four years later, this same promised son was diagnosed with autism. I felt my world fall apart as I coped with a child who was mute, who didn’t understand simple tasks, and who never called his father or me “Daddy” or “Mommy.” It was like living with a stranger.

I remember praying with my husband on the way to the doctor’s office the day we got the diagnosis. I remember how lost and confused I felt when we were told Judah had autism. And I remember the Spirit encouraging me not to accept the negative report.

Judah had been enrolled in a private school but the school discharged him when they could not cater to his needs. When that happened, I felt so alone even though I had my husband.

When Judah was about four, I searched Pastor Joseph Prince online and watched his sermon, “As Jesus Is, So Are You.” As I watched, my faith grew. However, I still felt like Peter looking at the storm around me as I saw my son not speaking and displaying behavior I didn’t understand.

I went to the Joseph Prince Ministries website and read a praise report about a little boy who had autism and showed major improvements after his mother proclaimed 1 John 4:17 over him. I began to pray and proclaim the same word over Judah as well. I also asked him to proclaim it but all I heard was some murmuring. But because of the word I heard, I didn’t lose faith and kept proclaiming 1 John 4:17 over him.

In that same year, Judah started speaking. He called us “Mommy” and “Daddy” before he turned five. Today Judah is excelling in school! Every night before he goes to bed, he prays, “As Jesus is, so am I in this world,” with clarity. Our God is a good and faithful God. All glory and praise be unto You, O Lord my God!

I want to encourage everyone to never give up on God because He never gives up on our situations."

Anonymous | United Kingdom

I didn’t have a picture of a bowl of oranges, this was tastier anyway. I wanted to share a song I’ve loved since I was in high school, hope you make it to the end! 想分享一首我高中時期的愛歌，需要翻譯的人可以留言～

“Bowl of Oranges” by @brighteyesofficial

The rain it started tappin'
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreamin'
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said there's nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourself
He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help
So I sat with him awhile
Then I asked him how he felt
He said I think I'm cured
No, in fact, I'm sure of it
Thank you, stranger
For your therapeutic smile
So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow
And when crying don't help
You can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing baby don't worry
'Cause now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company for those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault-lines and the soil

【防狼之心不可無】

My mum didn't teach me about the birds and the bees.

I was a voracious reader and figured it out on my own at the age of 8, while reading a Charlie Brown encyclopedia.

But what my mum relentlessly taught me was to be wary of wolves. Stranger or family, they can morph into big bad wolves.

My parents worked 12 hours a day to provide for me.

As they were often not around, my mum commando trained me to be fiercely independent since I was a little girl.

I would be home alone for as long as 8 hours after school.

Mum drilled into me never to answer the door if a stranger knocks.

Once when I was 5, I was crossing the small road, to find my grandpa at the market.

I was on my own.

(Told you I was trained young. I would also like to think we lived in a generally safe neighborhood.)

A stranger man stopped me in my track and asked me if I wanted sweets.

My red alert antenna shot up.

I said no firmly to the man.

(I had never liked candy anyway.)

He persisted and told me he could bring me to his car where there were many sweets and toys.

I glared at him as fiercely as a 5-year-old could and threatened to scream if he didn't leave.

The man hurriedly backed off.

My mum's script for dealing with such strangers worked!

When I was 7, I was taking buses on my own to my mum's office at Keppel, after school.

I worked part-time in my mum's office as a tele-operator, Girl Friday and did all sorts of admin duties. #childabuse

Mum was very strict in my telephone etiquette. Few people could tell that they were speaking to a 7-year-old over the phone.

It was a male-dominated environment, and my dad would insist that I wear more trousers than dresses. I rarely had any dress except for CNY. No mini skirts, no strappy revealing tops, no hot pants, no masquerading as a Disney princess looking for a Prince.

Before I was 12, my mum would often reinforced to me:

No man should be allowed to touch me. That would be molest and is a criminal offense.

Never get into a lift alone with another male stranger. If the man comes in after me, I must quickly exit the lift.

Don't talk to strangers, even if they are females.

Don't accept gifts, drinks or foods from strangers, in case they are drugged.

Learn to run quickly.

Learn to shout loudly and fiercely.

Don't show your fear in front of wolves.

Bite as hard as I can.

Kick right with all the strength I can.

Don't walk in dark streets.

Don't sleep on the bus.

Avoid sharing seats with men on the bus.

Always check to see if anyone is tailing me.

#ninjaintraining

For umpteen times throughout my childhood and teenage years, my mum would say, that I MUST let her know if any man touches me. Even if it's a male relative or my own father.

She said she would definitely pursue legal action if I was molested. Because my safety is of paramount importance to her than anything else.

Mum also went through many times, how I should react/slap/kick if there was an outrage of my modesty.

She told me why it was important to respect my body and not have it manipulated by others.

She emphasized to me about the virtue of celibacy before marriage and why girls should not abuse their bodies.

She also warned me not to trust men when they use love as a bait to get into bed with them or use excessive flowery words. Such men would never make good husbands.

And never never get myself drunk. #thankBuddhaIdontdrink

Mum also said, if she had to bring me up alone, without daddy, she would NEVER have another man live with us, in case anything happened to me. Blood is thicker than water, Mum would reiterate.

A woman never has to build her life and happiness on another man.

Mum led by example and held her word to the very end. #soproudofmymum

You can say I grew up in a very protective environment and had a distinct sense of what is right and wrong because of my mum.

I count myself fortunate that I had never been put in compromising situations.

Or rather, I was quick to jump out when the situation isn't going right.

Like when passengers make funny requests to me on board.

The worst was when a Chief Steward walked behind me, at a narrow aisle and slided his hand against the back of my waist.

I was ready to crack his wrist and then "apologise" profusely if he did it again.

#crackfirstthenreport #大不了丟工作罷了

I also do not like it when taking photos with men, and their hands slide up to my shoulders.

Your hand got no better place to put? Did you ask for permission? #crack

About a year ago, I visited this new cafe for its desserts.

When I stepped into the cafe, this vibe of sadness enveloped me.

I was slightly perturbed. It was a newly renovated cafe, with highly Instagrammable decor.

Why the gloom? Could my Feng Shui antenna have sensed things wrongly?

I had my Luo Pan with me but didn't take the sitting directions of the cafe. It didn't seem appropriate at that time.

A few days ago, I read of its owner having depression since she was a child.

Her parents fought often and after the divorce, she stayed with her mum and her mum's boyfriend's family.

She was only 9 years old when the father of her mum's boyfriend molested her. It was her second time being molested by an adult figure.

The old man orchestrated to first win her trust and reliance, when the old man offered to pick her up from school, as her mum worked long hours. Sometimes she had to wait 5 hours before her mum could picked her up.

Not once did she spoke a word about this to her mum. She didn't wanted to burden her mother who worked 3 jobs and being lonely and bullied in school, she was "wrongly" glad that someone wanted her.

Ever since such a turbulent childhood, she had never felt emotionally secure. When she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years, she sunk further into clinical depression, feeling that she had lost her safety net in life.

One lady I knew had a father who molested her younger sister. Ever since she knew, she became very wary of him.

Once while she was sleeping, her father came up to her bed, on the pretext of covering her with the blanket.

She woke up in time before anything happened.

I also heard of a real-life story where all the 3 daughters were molested in turn by their father. I knew one of them.

None of them told their mother.

One day, the father died at his work site, due to a crane accident. At his funeral, the eldest daughter said coldly to his dead body that she would now forgive him.

Why do you think he died such a horrible death, my friend?

To all parents out there, as you send your children to one enrichment class after another, please do not neglect to teach your children about wolves.

Your children need to feel safe to confide into you.

You need to educate them what is unacceptable behaviour when it comes to their bodies.

The world is getting more dangerous.

Our children must be skilled in handling unexpected situations where trust is breached.

Don't assume it will never happen to your children.

If it does, I hope for the good of your common sense, that you will do what is necessary to protect your child. Don't sweep things under the blanket and jeopardize your child's emotional sanity for the rest of his/her life.

Bad things don't just happen to little girls. Little boys should be well-informed too.

If you fail in your protective duty as a parent, the first adult that a child trust, you will not be spared from the clutches of Yin punishment.

And if you are a wolf in a sheep's clothing reading this, wake up your idea and repent soon.

Even if the police is unable to arrest you,
no one gets away from Karma.

The consequences of your evil deeds will always haunt you, even in your next life and next next life, till the people you hurt get their revenge and you truly repent, never to repeat your misdeeds again.

.........

天知地知 你知我知 何謂無知，
善報惡報 遲報速報 終須有報。

陽世官刑雖幸免，
陰司法網總難逃。

～ 新加坡韭菜芭城隍廟

This week, The Thirsty Sisters answer the world's most difficult questions. Would they pick sex over their favourite food? Or would they leave their partner simply because they are bad in bed? Tune in to find out!

P.S. Shoutout to @GlenRush for inspiring us to make this episode! ?

01:24 Topic of the day
01:51 Higher status or higher earnings
05:14 Uninvolved partner that brings food to the table or involved partner who is not making ends meet
07:17 The one who loves more in a relationship or the one who is loved more
08:58 Marry a stranger or marry someone you hate
11:44 No sex forever or no favourite food
14:34 No love or no Internet forever
16:30 Be the more attractive one in the relationship or your partner is the more attractive in the relationship
18:38 One best sex of your life or have a lot of bad sex
20:26 Lower standard of living with a partner or a higher standard of living all alone
22:43 The one who got away to show up at your wedding or funeral
24:52 Have sex again with the most hated ex or someone whom you have a bad one night stand
27:57 Painful menstrual cramps or never be ever to shave again
29:07 Spend a day with toilet paper trailing behind you or having a lipstick stain on your teeth
31:09 Wear a pad for 12 hours or a get wedgie for 24 hours
33:17 Physical intimacy or true love
35:27 Stay or leave your partner if they are bad in bed

Video mentioned in this episode:
My Biggest Regret
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHHCULSC0bA&t=1s&ab_channel=RyanSylvia

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