On Being Blessed.

It's been an eventful few weeks these recent two weeks.

First I was sent overseas to Indonesia on a media trip for four days, then came back for the weekend - fell ill - but still played the heck out of Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Then I realised that my church camp was on Monday instead of the expected Thursday... and ended up in Malaysia for the next four days.

It felt like reckless living, but somehow I felt alright and functional through the flu and the odd lack of fatigue. It's almost like God was shaking me out and preparing me for the new season up ahead.


...I went for an interview today. I thought it was pretty good. The lady who interviewed me seemed highly capable and will definitely offer firm leadership, and the gentleman present seemed alright. I will learn and contribute a great deal - I sense that it will be demanded of me - but I think I might enjoy the process. I hadn't met the team proper, but I do like that lady interviewer's forthright manner and practical approach, even though she grilled me a bit. Especially when she grilled me a bit, cause that means she's serious about choosing her people.

And now, as I run through the day's events in my mind - I can't help but feel blessed. My clients who became my friends, my colleagues who repeatedly persuaded me to not go but still are supportive of my decisions, my learned (and cheeky) friends who I harass for opinion and who tease me in turn - especially my mentor -

And a certain Mr Sim who's plied me with Vitamin C, eyedrops, flu tabs, chocolates, lent his muscles when I struggled with luggage, sacrificing his sleep cycle so we could speak - this is coming from someone who consistently wakes up at 5:30am every morning. That's like an entirely different timezone altogether.


...I thank God for all of you. The goodwill, the favour, the everything: what have I done right to deserve all this, to be in your presence? The beautiful people, beautiful voices - brilliant minds, the luminous intellects and good humour and awesome wisdom - what have I done right to deserve this favour?

It is only through God's grace that I can ever find such company.


Thank you, my friends. You make my life more colourful, more exciting and so very, very fulfilling. Perhaps I am not eloquent enough, but words at this very moment seem inadequate. I don't know how I can thank you enough for being so beautiful and so lovely just by being yourselves - or if I can ever thank you enough, for that matter.

In a way I'm glad I can't, because that would mean that I can only have goodwill toward you, which in turn means I will love having your company at any given time, that it will be effortless being lovely to you in turn.

Thank you for being so easy to love. Thank you for being so easy to love.