it's funny how God chooses the strangest, seemingly inopportune yet perfectly timed moments to speak. Moses looks for a sheep and finds a burning bush. Joseph sleeps uncomfortably on a rock and, voila! ladder to heaven. Paul, of all ironies, when he's going to persecute some Christians.

i'm dawdling my time away, having finished my essay for GP and waiting for the time to pass. as is habit, i start looking around at the people in LT and, unsurprisingly, i spot all the faces that bring back memories. of course, there's kai. then i pick out each groopea one by one by sight. then look around at more. and everytime i look at that one person, i feel this overwhelming happiness and think to myself stuff like, "he's kinda eccentric and difficult to understand, but that doesn't make him any less brilliant" or "haha i'm glad i met her. she's so funny and a great person to have around".

so all these abnormally happy thoughts about so many people are making their way to my consciousness [in the midst of an exam?!] when a fresh voice in my head speaks; i know it's not me because it's...different. and of course i'm very aware of who it is.

"that's the way i see them, mike."
"wow, God. hello."
"i want you to love people the way i do."
"sorry i'm so judgemental sometimes."
"there's beauty in everyone because i made them each, and they're made like me"
"i guess i kinda forget that sometimes."
"be like Christ and honour me."

and there ends my short conversation with God in the middle of my exam. God has been blessing me wonderfully this weekend past and today, too, even though i know i scarcely deserve it. His theme seems to be humility, which, i realise, is a major problem in my life. i think so highly of myself in my own head sometimes that i forget that everything comes from God. thanks yvette for the off-the-cuff but much needed reminder.

2 Corinthians 5:17 stuck in my head now, and i shall keep to it :)

blimey, TSD tmr and dreaded history! everytime i walk into a history paper venue, i can feel the crunching weight of expectation go ka-plunk on my shoulders. sigh. to God be the paper and the glory :D