Fight the Devil...
As I spend more time reading, I spend less writing.
Of course, it's just like listening and talking.. you can't do two things at once.
It's either one more than the other.
In the few books which I have been reading, one common theme that runs through both is about how we start to discover ourselves through others and events that unfold.
Indeed, it is something which I have to agree.
***
This morning was terrifying.
I was stuck trying to grab a cab for over almost an hour & even the cab hotlines rejected me.
all I could think of was being late for worship, i was on duty, i can't be late. never.
i stepped foot onto the grounds of commonwealth at 11.05am. 5 mins past the start of service.
before I knew it, i turned to sam & i started wheezing and hyperventilating, making the worst sounds I have ever heard.
i ran out of breath and felt like my oxygen tank could finish anytime the plug goes.
the second bout came not long after and then the third.
through this, i realised the beauty of strangers.
Aunties offering a hand, rubbing ointment on me, holding onto me, praying for me.
all I could think of was how much trouble i could be in for missing worship. how irresponsible i was...
through this, I discovered that I'm really strange, uptight & crazy.
I guess, there are some things I need to sort out about myself... this week.
Of course, it's just like listening and talking.. you can't do two things at once.
It's either one more than the other.
In the few books which I have been reading, one common theme that runs through both is about how we start to discover ourselves through others and events that unfold.
Indeed, it is something which I have to agree.
***
This morning was terrifying.
I was stuck trying to grab a cab for over almost an hour & even the cab hotlines rejected me.
all I could think of was being late for worship, i was on duty, i can't be late. never.
i stepped foot onto the grounds of commonwealth at 11.05am. 5 mins past the start of service.
before I knew it, i turned to sam & i started wheezing and hyperventilating, making the worst sounds I have ever heard.
i ran out of breath and felt like my oxygen tank could finish anytime the plug goes.
the second bout came not long after and then the third.
through this, i realised the beauty of strangers.
Aunties offering a hand, rubbing ointment on me, holding onto me, praying for me.
all I could think of was how much trouble i could be in for missing worship. how irresponsible i was...
through this, I discovered that I'm really strange, uptight & crazy.
I guess, there are some things I need to sort out about myself... this week.