transition
im transiting from one stage to another..
from "'hello XXX! its good to see u again today!"' every saturday to "'hello my name is jinqi, wats urs?"' every sunday.
from "YO! we are in the same commitee for this project! so fun!" to "erm, wats ur name again?" during meetings.
from "nah, i dun tink this will work becos of....." to "hmmm, actually i was tinking whether this could be better..." cos i dunno the ppl well.
from scoring thru my wardrobe finding suitable stuff to wear for sitting cross-legged on the floor of america room to breezing thru my wardrobe cos we sit on chairs now in america room.
from gracing the levels of plaza singapura almost 5 days out of seven in the past four years to not even once a week in the recent days.
from having caregroups in the dusty, mosquito-infested istana park to having caregroups in the clean, air-conditioned asia or oceania room.
from turning to the left to turning to the right as i come out of the lift that leads to nexus.
and honestly speaking, this experience has been far better than i expected :)
but somethings never change..like the feeling i get whenever i take that faithful lift to the fifth floor and step upon that oh-so-familiar carpet..or like how i would return the smiles of the ushers positioned at the doors..how i walk up the steps to our designated seats and see those increasingly familiar faces..and the feeling of being in worship never ever changes..faces might haf been different when i go for caregroups..but the laughter, fun and joy proves to be suspiciously familiar..converstation topics might have changed, but there has never really been much of an unease anyway..
so in conclusion, there is something that transcends ages, levels, days, time, feelings, emotions, frenships, relationships and thoughts..something that will connect the eight year old to the eighty year old..a topic so powerful that connects living souls to one another..a love so deeply embeded that the sands of time, or the endless rain can never diminish its presence, much less wash it away..
i have the treasure above all treasures. and my treasure is jesus christ. and i must boast abt him :)
from "'hello XXX! its good to see u again today!"' every saturday to "'hello my name is jinqi, wats urs?"' every sunday.
from "YO! we are in the same commitee for this project! so fun!" to "erm, wats ur name again?" during meetings.
from "nah, i dun tink this will work becos of....." to "hmmm, actually i was tinking whether this could be better..." cos i dunno the ppl well.
from scoring thru my wardrobe finding suitable stuff to wear for sitting cross-legged on the floor of america room to breezing thru my wardrobe cos we sit on chairs now in america room.
from gracing the levels of plaza singapura almost 5 days out of seven in the past four years to not even once a week in the recent days.
from having caregroups in the dusty, mosquito-infested istana park to having caregroups in the clean, air-conditioned asia or oceania room.
from turning to the left to turning to the right as i come out of the lift that leads to nexus.
and honestly speaking, this experience has been far better than i expected :)
but somethings never change..like the feeling i get whenever i take that faithful lift to the fifth floor and step upon that oh-so-familiar carpet..or like how i would return the smiles of the ushers positioned at the doors..how i walk up the steps to our designated seats and see those increasingly familiar faces..and the feeling of being in worship never ever changes..faces might haf been different when i go for caregroups..but the laughter, fun and joy proves to be suspiciously familiar..converstation topics might have changed, but there has never really been much of an unease anyway..
so in conclusion, there is something that transcends ages, levels, days, time, feelings, emotions, frenships, relationships and thoughts..something that will connect the eight year old to the eighty year old..a topic so powerful that connects living souls to one another..a love so deeply embeded that the sands of time, or the endless rain can never diminish its presence, much less wash it away..
i have the treasure above all treasures. and my treasure is jesus christ. and i must boast abt him :)
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