When I think about the topic mentioned above, all the bittersweet feelings and memories flood back. Well, people usually get all mushy talking about this, whether or not the outcome was good. I mean, isn't it something learning to love another person for the first time, someone who isn't blood-related? Someone who could be a complete stranger, as far as blood lines go? For some incomprehensible reason, I just felt like writing about this. Probably because I never really addressed this matter personally in black and white. Maybe for most people, their first love came in the form of a girlfriend or boyfriend. Well, mine came in the form of a best friend. Yes, my first love could be all the more memorable. Memorable, I would say in the way that it taught me painful lessons. Painful but meaningful lessons. I guess I have said this many times, but love is really loving the person even if he/she doesn't love you the same way . Which basically goes to say, that ...
*wrote this at my office desk, a day before my Dad's birthday. 3rd March 2020. Feelings of missing a person often come in waves and feel a lot like a hot flush from alcohol. You either take sips and pace yourself out; little occurrences reminding you now and then about the people you miss, the people you hide in your heart. "How's your mom and dad?", "Name me a figure you respect the most", "Why do you like Mercedes Benz cars?", "Did you just start loving flowers?". "Oh look! It's a Peanuts calender!" Or, you gulp in the sweet, barely bitter taste of a home-concocted drink and all of a sudden your cheeks radiate heat. "Tomorrow's my dad's birthday." It's been 6 birthdays that I've missed spending together. "Do you miss home sometimes?". "Do you prefer living in the States?". "Would you want to build a life here?" If you let the feelings linger, they start to s...
Today was a very encouraging day speaking and discussing with the young ones at youth. It was really refreshing to get an insight into how they view Christianity, and I was so blessed to hear some of their testimonies. Well and all these just as I was pondering over the seemingly repetitive mediocrity my Christian life has come to settle to. So it was really such a blessing to hear how my youth member first came to church. And his stories of perseverance in inviting his friends after joining the big fam. Somehow when I feel down at church, God always has a way of encouraging me by creating the opportunity to share with others my own experiences. As I share I somehow begin to realise just how far I've come, and just how much I have to thank God for . Indeed I am ever so grateful to you Lord, for being tolerating my whiny mortal self. I thank you for always encouraging me with little little occurrences such as these :) *** I'm so hap...
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