The past week was demanding. It was one of exhaustion and disheartenment. God unraveled to me the fragility of life once more, and our total depravity, leaving us with no choice but to rely on His grace and mercy. Rachel surely said it well and I quote (in a paraphrased way) "When things get down, we can only sit and wait on His grace. The issue is always 'Who is God?' and the reason for going to church (and anything else for that matter) is God Himself." I was pretty enlightened, I have always enjoyed this mini-sessions I had with Rng cuz she amazes me, & she never fails to bring me back to The Focus and remind me of His goodness. And I thank God for people like that. They are essential. They bring me back to the crux of the whole significance of Christian fellowship in itself.

Anyway, today I woke up & I realised: It's been 7 months dear. 7 months. That's neither long nor short, but I've survived. Though I've been pretty much a disappointment all throughout this year, I still have much to give thanks for. Family & friends, & learning how to appreciate and miss someone I love dearly.