Walls between us

I observed yet again, how pain draws people together. When we parade our strengths we build walls. We incite competition. When we acknowledge our common woundedness, we find ourselves disarmed. Connected. Members of the same tribe!

- Tan Soo-Inn in Making Sense

Sundays

Thank God for church, for lunch with friends and dinner with family.

I'm extremely grateful for the time of rest and prayer. 2 months more to the anticipated event.

White fluff in the air

I chose this blog address two springs back. When the plants came back to life and the snow melted. Where there was vibrant pink blossoms and fresh green all over Beijing.

I remember feeling the uncertainty and the frustration of learning to adapt in a foreign land. And when I finally learnt to be part of that life, it was time to leave. Gladly so, and I thought to myself that I didn't want to come back in a long while.

Someone spoke to me about going to China, on an official trip. He spoke of the grandeur and the hospitality which was promised. My memories of China were of people, humble people living day-to-day lives, yet striving towards a purpose that was honourable and at the same time, all too demanding. It demanded their lives, their souls and their all.

My memories were also of 2rmb 1 hour ricketty bus rides to school, of being alone and self-sufficient. And the pretty white fluff in the air.

Cutest

My fiance hints that I write something lovey dovey about him and the wedding on this blog.

Well it's 2 am and I'm still trying to get the train ticket booking system to work while watching Rumpole of the Old Bailey on Youtube. I supposed that's rather lovey dovey.

This I say to you, although you're pink-eyed now,to me you're still the greenest. :)

Putting things in perspective

Life really is fragile.

The week

Fair bit of worrying and stressing up and breaking down at certain bits. It's so surreal everything is coming to an end. This I still find hard to accept.

I'm still trying to savour every remnant left of the four years.

Dear feat

17Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
19God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.

- Habbakuk 3:17-19