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Saturday, May 5
11:16 AM






I love this picture. Was having fun one afternoon with the newly-discovered macro function (yes I'm such a terrible laggard), when I caught the dripping tea in mid-air. How often do you get to appreciate such small beauties of life in this manner? I say, amen to photography for allowing us to capture the sweet little moments that we often forget.



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God is amazing. The topic during lifegroup today couldn't be more timely for this season. It's during times like these that you just know in your spirit, God already has everything neatly planned out.



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Today I concluded. Probably the best advice that I've ever heard in my whole life has got to come from Proverbs 4:23.



Above all else, guard your heart,

for it is the wellspring of life.



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Today the 3 girls from the East (east side rocks!) sat in a Hong Kong eatery and talked about Heaven and hell till late into the night. As she was talking with her characteristic spurts of excitement and ever-twinkling eyes, I looked at her and thought to myself: this is a girl that I grew up with and have known since we were both scrawny, awkward lasses. And I love her. Doesn't matter what she does, what she chooses, or what she says. I love her, and I accept her completely as she is. This must be what love is.




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