Yesterday wrapped up to be quite a sobering day. I was flipping through my special notebook, one which held my letters to the One above, and my reflections, the songs that touched me, and the verses that spoke to me. I witnessed the dwindling posts in the book, becoming more and more scattered. The letters did become more frequent, more scribbling than anything. It struck me that over the 3 months that have passed in 2009, I haven’t quite had very fruitful quiet time. Not that I completely forfeited it, no.

It was a stab in the heart when the message this morning had this statement going something like this, “preparations for BS and sharings aren’t quite counted as private, intimate quiet time with God”. SMASH BANG BOOM. Whoops. Mistaken I was there. Shuffling of feet, looking of ground. Oh dear.

And the repeated stumbling back into the same dark hole of sin.

“Dear God, help me walk in Your will today”

SLAM. I walk the opposite way.

It was thrilling to witness the baptisms yesterday. Brought back memories just 2 years back, when I too, went through the waters. It lasted no more than 15 seconds, but wow, it was pretty amazing.

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After speaking to Aunty Dora yesterday night, I was reminded of the Cambodia days, and woah, I dreamt of Cambodia, and all the people who went on the trip.

Maybe I could quit my job now and have some time travelling. Oh, dream dream dream. Please?

Oh oh oh, I’m excited about Easter, and the fun fair HEH.