The wings of heaven in the small things

A red paper bag hanging by the door
to greet a pair of tired legs,
after almost 12 hours of being out.

Unexpected words of affection.
Realising the gifts God has dropped along my path,
in the friends here,
in the love seeds being sown,
in the affectionate pokes and squeezes.

Fulfilling sessions of putting our heads together to work.
Sampling food among different halls,
making wishlists of things to do,
shopping and trying dresses,
making appointments...

Tired.
but Glad that I live am I,
that Jesus is always faithful,
that He turns my ashes into beauty,
that He paints my days,
making each day-the present-a colourful work of art,
blindfolding us in the before,
for His manna is for the day,
His grace is sufficient.

and as i give him my tomorrows,
leaving the befores,
each day is a new day,
an adventure with Him,
the lover of my soul.
and yours.

He will,
and already has,
made all things beautiful in its own time.

Thank you.

a million thoughts are running through my mind...

said my friend, Joanna, when I asked what was on her mind.

but she added, there is no mainstream thought.

one of the best things in the world. to me. is to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling and just chill...
talk.
laugh...
silence.
awkward silence even.
then breaking it.

the term has started. but like Jo and I concluded, it feels like we've been here forever.

...

This is for you Li.

Conversation one way-u know what it means don't u?-=)

=)

Glad to chat to you today,
Glad to know you are doing well,
Glad to know I'm in ur thoughts,
Glad that we became firm friends
in Teenzeal Town,
Glad that we're still friends,
and by His grace,
this friendship shall grow from
strength to strength...

and so here I am, back in New Haven, a year of new beginnings it shall be.

and a year of divine rest.

I wrote this a while back when learning to let go of some things=)

I wrote in my journal:

May I always remember that
you didn't give me claws,
you gave Jas fingers that open up to receive,
your gifts of grace,
and hands to lift up towards heaven,
to worship the only one who died for me,
died so that I can live life
with an open hand,
blessed to be a blessing,
giving what I have received,
living life before an open heaven.