Love-torn faces
Journey: Wellington - Auckland. Partner-in-crime: this real cool and crazy stats analyst-cum-great friend named Ruth =D
It was really lots of fun! Kudos to AOCF for a great and wonderful performance, and I can assure you that there will never be another show like that one! It had it all: comedy, tear-jerkers, dancing and good music. They have put in a lot of effort into the making of this musical, and praise God for a good turnout and a great night!
I thank God for old friendships being rekindled and for new people who had intertwined their lives with mine. Thank God for the sunshine, relatively warm weather and good food. Thank God for good people who spent almost the whole weekened with us, and making sure that we're well taken care of. Thank God for people who opened up their home so that we have a place to stay. Thank God for people who were willing to drive us here and there and everywhere whenever they can. May the good Lord bless you guys a hundred times fold! And thank God for chicken rice and dunkin donuts. Ah God bless Auckland!
And I think the Aucklanders are due for a visit to Welly =) *hint hint*
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You think you know people. You really don't. What you know is a mere perception that is perhaps party generated by your mind. What is in a man's soul is but for God to know. And it is in the little, subtle things that you see a man's heart: the way he treats his friends, the manner in which he speaks, the conversations he has with you, the expressions on his face etc. It speaks so much of him: his principles, his ideals, his character, and most important of all, whether you really mattered to him in the first place. God is God of the great and mighty, of the desert storm and the ocean deeps. But He is also the God for the small things, of a sincere handshake and a warm smile, of a thank you card and a kind word, of a genuine hello and a sad goodbye, of quality time and a love-filled hug. So if you do not bother with the small things, you're really not much of a man at all. And God bless those who know that God cares about the small, subtle things.
I care about the small, subtle things.
And it breaks my heart that you don't.
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Oh Lord
Hear me, hear my words unspoken
Restore my faith in hoping
Hear me, I am feeling broken
I am broken open
Turn my tears into wine
All that is left of me are traces
Make me stronger in my broken places
-Jim Brickman-
