My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Loved
opps, falling sick again.. too much too much....
"I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear."
-G.Eliot
I thank God that during this Sunday's worship, out of the many things He could have said, He reassured that I am loved.
And the 2nd best thing that happened is that my best friend asked "how are you?". It has been a long while, I can't remember when's the last that somebody asked how am I as the start and content of a whole conversation.
Glee
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