You Sing All Around
My dad called early this morning, which woke me up. I don't think he's very aware of the time difference between Singapore and England, nor is he aware that I am a sleepyhead of the highest degree. Anyway, we chatted for a while, (sleepily on my side), and after that I had to get up.
Went to play basketball this morning with Haoern and the rest of the gang from Charles Morris and from church. It was really good and I hope that we can play again soon. It's so easy to become comfortable with each other playing together and tossing the ball around. It was a good thing too that all the guys were very gentlemanly and would pass the ball to us as well. Hopefully, we can play once a week and that will be all the exercise I need (besides going to the gym, which hasn't really materialised yet :op).
Last night was good. Walking home from church along my favourite path to Charles Morris that winds beside the library I was happy and half-talking to myself and to God.
My favourite path to Charles Morris winds alongside the back of the library and is flanked by random trees and grass growing with neat abandon (ok, grass growing neatly). The path was where Chris said "Hello, Ruthie" for the first time, where I saw the couple with cerebral palsy helping each other along and stopping to look around at the autumn leaves falling, where Katie and I used to walk along to halls after long sessions at the library for dinner breaks, where we used to walk to Fruity in the Union arms all linked and tripping in high heels. This is the path I used to sit beside, on the grass surrounded by nodding daffodils in the springtime, where we used to lie in the summer having ice-cream and sunning ourselves, where I used to try to study but always ended up lying on the grass with my textbook over my face.
And last night beside the path two huge trees stood glistening in the rain, so still and so shimmery they were almost painfully beautiful to look at. I wish I could have frozen that moment and gone back to it again and again whenever I felt I wanted to see a miracle. For what's truly amazing isn't David Copperfield and his sleight of hand, nor is it the height or breadth or depth of man-made structures, nor is it how far man has managed to venture into space; what's amazing is space itself, the thousands and thousands of galaxies and how God was before and will be after them all, what's amazing is the height and breadth and depth of His love for us even so, and what's amazing is that He could have taken the time to bedeck the trees with raindrops especially for our appreciation... That's what's amazing.
Shall stop preaching now... Will update soon.
Went to play basketball this morning with Haoern and the rest of the gang from Charles Morris and from church. It was really good and I hope that we can play again soon. It's so easy to become comfortable with each other playing together and tossing the ball around. It was a good thing too that all the guys were very gentlemanly and would pass the ball to us as well. Hopefully, we can play once a week and that will be all the exercise I need (besides going to the gym, which hasn't really materialised yet :op).
Last night was good. Walking home from church along my favourite path to Charles Morris that winds beside the library I was happy and half-talking to myself and to God.
My favourite path to Charles Morris winds alongside the back of the library and is flanked by random trees and grass growing with neat abandon (ok, grass growing neatly). The path was where Chris said "Hello, Ruthie" for the first time, where I saw the couple with cerebral palsy helping each other along and stopping to look around at the autumn leaves falling, where Katie and I used to walk along to halls after long sessions at the library for dinner breaks, where we used to walk to Fruity in the Union arms all linked and tripping in high heels. This is the path I used to sit beside, on the grass surrounded by nodding daffodils in the springtime, where we used to lie in the summer having ice-cream and sunning ourselves, where I used to try to study but always ended up lying on the grass with my textbook over my face.
And last night beside the path two huge trees stood glistening in the rain, so still and so shimmery they were almost painfully beautiful to look at. I wish I could have frozen that moment and gone back to it again and again whenever I felt I wanted to see a miracle. For what's truly amazing isn't David Copperfield and his sleight of hand, nor is it the height or breadth or depth of man-made structures, nor is it how far man has managed to venture into space; what's amazing is space itself, the thousands and thousands of galaxies and how God was before and will be after them all, what's amazing is the height and breadth and depth of His love for us even so, and what's amazing is that He could have taken the time to bedeck the trees with raindrops especially for our appreciation... That's what's amazing.
Shall stop preaching now... Will update soon.
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