FJ and i were chatting at KFC a few days ago while Deborah was being kidnapped (haha no la). We were sharing the agony of how 20 is fast approaching and that we are already 18 in the coming year.

17. This seemingly small number with a huge value in its own standing. On my hands there are commitments that I go in love and not in duty- this adds value. With closer scrutiny, there is myself in a season of moulding growing and pruning. Humbled guided and disciplined. A great and apt season to pick up good stuff and throw away the bad ones.

Like my hunching, ah. Interestingly, i had a lot of reminders about it in the past 2 weeks. Ziqi commented, my mom chided. Then it made sense!

Because all things- pleasant or unpleasant- work together for the good // Romans 8:28, there were a lot of visions that birthed too... with much anticipation and joy! Hallelujah!

More to come

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