He’s got the whole world in His hands

'Cause the hands that hold the world are holding your heart.

He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole world in His hands

I remember introducing that kid's song in CF the one and only time I ever lead.
Took me some time to think up the actions to go with it.
I thought it was brilliant back then.
Obviously it wasn't.
I never lead again. *insert hysterical giggle here*


Sometimes the safest route to take is the one you've taken before.
No matter how long ago, the milestones were there for a reason.
Songs of old rising up from within when nothing else comforts.

I'm turning so whimsically nonsensical in words lately.
I hope it has nothing to do with Nana's writing bug.
Maybe it's Bart Millard.

Pits





One phone call.

 Is like a rock dropped into my pool of tears

where as it goes deeper the water level rises,

surging to overflow.

And I'm at a darn lost on how to overcome that sinking feeling.

Underwater equipment, anyone?



Update

Been down for a tad with a runny nose, fever and headache.

Been playing Chocolate Tycoon.

Just about the cutest emo ever.

There's a red balloon floating in my room.

I know it's a myth but maybe I'll let it go in hopes of it finding God.

How often we hear but do not listen, know but refuse to believe...

I knew things were spiralling down for me, but it took Syndy breaking down as that last straw that broke the camel's back.

The boys hate it when I cry buckets like the Tycoon when she's assigned a difficult quest.

Heck, I hate it. But at least, I'm passed that stage of being embarrassed for crying so openly.

>.<

Wicked

I wasn't going to post anything but since the picture was taken....
Oh well, here's to another day off courtesy of the country.

I'm glad Endeavour came this week, pairing it up with the Black Shatter was fun despite all sorts of dents.
It's just crazy wicked. I loved staring at them long enough to see the tiniest flecks of shimmer on an otherwise neon light green.

A call from overseas can be a scary one when you'd think something bad must have happened.
But instead it turns into rejoicing when something you've waited so long for is found and bought.

Weee!!! Patience pays.

Months to come

Sept-Nov we lack of keyboardist/pianist.
I was worried.
Why do colleges have to have their exams at the same time as SPM?

I've been comforted that I'm not alone in this.
My dedicated thankful for this new season involves....

#116 having a Big Brother on the team.

There's an inside joke that goes like this:

Him: I'm so tired. When are you going to take over leading worship and give me a break?

Me: Yeah right. What do you mean you need a break? I need a break!!!!

Him: You need a break?!?! Hello, Madam! I've been doing this for the past 20 years and you need a break!?!

Me: You're different!! You're.... You have.....*conversation collapses in a fit of laughter*

Because I could never find the word 'stamina' when I need it.
We would have this same silly little squabble from time to time
and it never fails to make me laugh because I could never ever imagine him not leading us.
His passion for God is beyond physical tiredness. Beyond receding hairline.
It is this recent squabble (again!) that reminded me that my strength shall come from God.
And if last weekend was anything to go by, joy left me giggling instead of the usual guilt for forgetting fillers and chords like never before.

I don't know what it's going to be like.
I just need to hang on and see where He leads.