if yesterday had been any day besides saturday, i don't think I would've survived it.... I was staying at my aunt's house... taking care of her bcos she had a minor operation and was more-or-less bedridden whilst my uncle was overseas. that wasn't a problem. infact it was good because that meant i could wake up earlier to go to church at 11am for an usher briefing (i'm gonna be an usher~)... problem was the condo was a 10 min walk to any bus stop that would reach orchard in 5 minutes... first problem came in the morning where she was hurting quite a bit... it hurt a lot seeing someone hurting so much and yet I didn't know anything that i could do... all i did was jsut... pray and pray and pray.... she felt better after a while.. and so i started walking to the bus stop.. then on the bus as i put my hand on my bag, i felt something sting my hand... (ouch) a bee was on my bag. and it didn't fly away throughout the bus journey. it just stayed on my bag... it was still there after I left the bus... it only left after i threw my bag on the floor... well, that's that... after the briefing i had to go back to my auntie's place to help her with lunch.. and bcos i needed somethingin wisma, I walked to wisma... and then continued walking to her house.. at that point of time, i started feeling tired... especially my legs... so i decided to praise and worship God on the way... I couldn't think of any song... the only thing that came to my mind was the verse.. "all who are weak and heavy burdened come to me".. hehe, something like that... and so i started singing "power of love..." so i arrived back at my aunt's place... and ate lunch. i felt a bit better... but still kind of tired... and so after lunch i walked back to the bus stop to go for service.. and yep, it started to drizzle... so i tried thinking of another song.... "with Christ in the vessel we can smile at the storm, smile at the storm, smile at the storm..." haha, only problem was that's the only line i knew... then i reached service... which was more or less where things started looking up... but my leegs were still tirreed... well, so much for that.

did it sound like a bad day? to me at first it seemed to be... but i realized how much i prayed and talked to God yesterday... and thinking about it, I realized there is much to thank God for too... I thank God that it was only a drizzle and not a downpour... cos my umbrella was with ben, and I didn't bring enough money to take a cab... and as for walking up and down the road 3 times... I thank God that it gave me time to pray and think so much about Him... about the bee... well, I still can't think of anything about the bee... but the wound healed veri fast... by service the wound was gone, and the only pain I felt was when I clapped... and altho I was tired, I didn't sleep during service! that was good too... I really thank God for yesterday...