Just had a good chat with Joe over MSN after he went home from music practice. I always enjoy sharing conversations with him because it brings a kind of warmth to talk about deeper issues in life besides laughing, joking and fooling around.
A few nights ago, mischievous little Ben came up to me and asked how Sunday service has been cos he has been missing me! He also said that it must really be very cold in the auditorium on Sunday. I thought that was something very strange to say and I asked how did he come to that conclusion and he replied saying that he always sees me layered with two or more tops of late.
Though I didn't exactly lead them for long, or in the best way, I'm glad I forged wonderful bonds with these people. Two of them, at least. It truly warms my heart to know that these people still remember me.
I look back and wonder why did I chose to leave the team in tertiary. I don't think I have been better off, but I know I could have been worse off if I stayed. I look towards the future and wonder what will become of me. Will I ever, ever, ever get the chance to give Him my talents' worth again? Because it diminishes under soil.
I close my eyes and pray. Seek and knock. And then, the darkness overwhelms and consumes me. It has been a painful wait, but the wounds are recovering by and by.
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