365.

That’s how many days it’s been and hopefully still is.

Whatever it is.

Just please don’t try so hard to say goodbye.

On MC.

When God…

…wants to put His point across to you very loudly and clearly, He puts you in the most bizzare of scenarios just to prove His point.

Keep singing.

Another rainy day/ I can’t recall having sunshine on my face/ All I feel is pain/ All I wanna do is walk out of this place/ But when I am stuck and I can’t move/ When I don’t know what I should do/ When I wonder if I’ll ever make it through/ I gotta keep singing/ I gotta keep praising Your name/ You’re the one that keeps my heart beating/ I gotta keep singing/ Gotta keep praising Your name/ That’s the only way I’ll find healing

-Mercy Me.

 It’s funny how you try so hard to forget someone, but the only thing that happens is that you find yourself missing…that someone alotmorethanever.

Overlapse.

I walked home today, slowly, from the other busstop, letting the traffic and the ordinary sounds keep time with the thoughts running in my headandheart. There’s a cool breeze floating along with me, the air fresh and alive. Light from the half moon shines down, trying to reach the pavement I walk along, casting a silver shimmer on the otherwise, grey, concrete path. Half way home, I stop for a little while, stand there and close my eyes. Took a deep breath and let those memories wash over for a moment. Fleeting as they were, they still, are.

I plod on home, pondering and praying. Perhaps.

Here and now.

Here and now/ Here in this moment/ Here and now/ I turn to You/ All that my searching heart has longed for can be found/ Cos You’re in this moment/ Here and now

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Faces, spaces, places. You, you. Perhaps and maybe.

Beat and rhythm.

And she prays with all her heart…

Sick.

Days like that, I wished I were cuddled up, safe and warm with you.

Love, actually, again.

Mingdao and Claire, Foochow Methodist Church, 5 Jan, 2008.

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It’s midnight, raining outside, and my computer whirs away, filling the silence. I’ve just gotten off the phone, smiling away to myself at the little wonders of this smallworldafterall. Like I said, I don’t believe in coincidences. There are reasons why people are brought into your life, reasons why they stay and walk with you. And for that, I’m thankful. Cos honestly, I don’t know how to do this on my own. Nursing a cold at home, and sleeping more than I really ought to has given me time on my own, to pray and ponder the uncertainties that hit me in my face every now and again, more constantly now then ever. Through my sniffles and throat clearing, I keep asking where He wants me to be, what He wants from me right now. My sometimesoons have somewhat turned to dust, for now anyway, and I believe that You meant for it to be this way, but…

Faith, hope and love. Patience my dear child.

Okay God. If that’s what You’re saying, I’ll wait.