It is 10:26pm.
My assignment is opened, I have instrumental music streaming into my ears.
And there is a flow of reflections coming through my fingertips.
Something happened today. This afternoon. What was it?
There was space and time to pause and think. Space and time to be me. And not work, for just that 1.5 hours.
To eat a simple lunch of mee pok and (allow myself to buy and) savour a $1.50 kopi-peng.
And oh, what a glorious cup of kopi-peng it was.
What a glorious time, it was, to connect with me.
Imagine it was taking the plug of my brain and senses and connecting it into the socket of my heart.
*Bam!* I came alive.
What was it?
Maybe part of it was due to sharing my heart honestly to the young people that I had to leave.
And that I registered their reaction and responded to their reactions.
*Bam!* I became more than my role; I became the living, breathing, feeling me.
It is 10:41pm.
I am thankful to God that He walks with me, is patient with me, is (Oh my goodness!) concerned for and about me.
