It's Thursday. I've been home almost a week now. 1 more week to go and I'm back to KL.
February 14 was spent with my own as well as my god family. Chatted on the phone till the wee hours of the night, something which I haven't done in ages. Woke up at 10 am, couldn't sleep anymore. Perhaps it's because I have not slept that late for a long long time & the alarm in my brain has been set.
It's scary when people look into your eyes. At least for me, because not many people actually look into my eyes. I've always believed that eyes are the window to a person's soul. It is so true for me. So when this person looked into my eyes just to say thank you, all I could mustre was a gaze looked downwards, afraid of what the stories my eyes could have told him.
I think it is his gift, to be able to emphatise with people, to be able to see the "beyond that". And he took time to do that. His sincerity oozes out (if I may describe it that way), no air of pride, but of humility and trust in God. My heart warms thinking about these people whom I know personally, and am honoured to know them. No words needed to be said, yet I know that things have moved across to the other side. Odd. Thank you Father.
On another note, we are generally busy people who rush everywhere, so time is a luxury. Sometimes I wonder to myself if I am doing my friends justice. Although I am glad that I've been able to catch up with many of them, I wonder if our times were well spent - with affirmation and edification. I guess I need to focus, not on meeting many people, but making sure that the meet-ups leave both encouraged, affirmed & edified.
I am off to elsewhere.
Thanks lou dau. :) 'Hui ba' coming along.
in gratitude,
gracey
February 14 was spent with my own as well as my god family. Chatted on the phone till the wee hours of the night, something which I haven't done in ages. Woke up at 10 am, couldn't sleep anymore. Perhaps it's because I have not slept that late for a long long time & the alarm in my brain has been set.
It's scary when people look into your eyes. At least for me, because not many people actually look into my eyes. I've always believed that eyes are the window to a person's soul. It is so true for me. So when this person looked into my eyes just to say thank you, all I could mustre was a gaze looked downwards, afraid of what the stories my eyes could have told him.
I think it is his gift, to be able to emphatise with people, to be able to see the "beyond that". And he took time to do that. His sincerity oozes out (if I may describe it that way), no air of pride, but of humility and trust in God. My heart warms thinking about these people whom I know personally, and am honoured to know them. No words needed to be said, yet I know that things have moved across to the other side. Odd. Thank you Father.
On another note, we are generally busy people who rush everywhere, so time is a luxury. Sometimes I wonder to myself if I am doing my friends justice. Although I am glad that I've been able to catch up with many of them, I wonder if our times were well spent - with affirmation and edification. I guess I need to focus, not on meeting many people, but making sure that the meet-ups leave both encouraged, affirmed & edified.
I am off to elsewhere.
Thanks lou dau. :) 'Hui ba' coming along.
in gratitude,
gracey
4 comments:
I used to look into ppl's eyes. Now I don't dare to do so... I think that isn't too good, eh? I am afraid of what they would see at times. Other times, I am afraid to see their souls.
I guess, I need the courage to look into ppl's eyes again. Or rather, see them with God's eyes :)
Oh, I miss the meets we have, PFun + You XD I hope I have more of that with my exHELP-CG leader here as well :)I think she is discipling me.
I miss you gals! All de best in all u do Grace!
It's looking into people's life stories!! :)
wah...new romantic development??? ;)
sorry..very pat even here in sydney.. hahaha
tc
Sarah: Wah, look into people's eyes must be romantic ah? Like that people who love looking into people's eyes have to live with the 'consequences' of doing it to many. Special level of hell waiting for them? ;)
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