I’ve been blessed. : )

Despite the busyness and piling agendas, it’d be remiss of me not to take time to acknowledge the constant pick-me-ups that come along my way. I don’t keep count, but I have been grumpy and manja and tired and unreasonable (That’s 4). My jokes aren’t as funny as before (why did the chicken cross the road), my eyes hurt and my fringe is muchtooshort. Many a times, I find myself wanting to fold up and reassemble only when required. Other times, I just want to bum by the telly. I wonder what happened to fatty and jessica and HC’s love triangle (Ch55)!! But that’s another story altogether.

I feel like I’m pressed for time. Somehow. (Press here)

Which explains why I am sitting here on a Friday night thinking about things. I woke up thinking about the crazy week ahead and I woke up thinking about noodles. I like fried noodles in the morning. Still, I know that if I do not stop to think (and reflect) on the treasures I found/find, I’d lose myself somewhere somehow.

Things that (still) take my breath away:

meeting likeminded people in the oddest of places.
talking about missions with Z!
talking with G about findingfreedom.
latte
geemail chats
the night sky
the knowledge that He holds my hand and has my back(!)
losing my contact lens
champagne (?) hurhur.
paul and acts
ruth & debs

This thing with r & d is a funny thing. They don’t know it, but the oddest/most mundane silliest of conversations/sms exchanges always turn stressful days into souffles.

He knows my heart. Because I heart souffles very much.

Tired. But I am thankful that so many little surprises (good and/or bad) have been placed in my path to remind me of His love. Oh may I never fail to constantly refresh + encourage + edify.