a woman after God's heart

Eight years ago, I was a pretty young student nurse attending class on a usual weekday... I think it was a Monday. I was looking forward for that day as I will have a dinner date with a friend whom I got so accustomed to meet every other day. Not seeing him during the weekend was an excruciating anxiety so I was so happy to go back to college on weekdays as I meet him on weekdays. I was on cloud nine eight years ago. And I had exams the following week. That night we had chicken rice.. and he decided to bring me to coffee bean for a drink. I think it was green tea latte. I didn't tell him that I don't drink latte but decided to try new stuff... I remember the ambience, I remember how did the big cup of latte looked like, I remember the place we sat.. but I forgot what we talked about. We took our first wefie together. I am not sure why the parking ticket was with me but it was the culprit. He held my hand when I passed him the ticket... and the rest is history. I only knew h...

I was back in the church I grew up in last Sunday. Everything looked the same; the building, my pastor and his wife, my children church teacher, my cell group leader. But a decade has passed ever since I stopped serving. The friends I grew up with are no longer in the church - some strayed away, some in overseas and some in another church. I was seated at the back, looking at the youths who were serving that day. I was once like them, active in church and always had a part to play in events like this. The younger me would pray for His will to be done and put Him first. The younger me had nothing to lose and God was all I had. As I was observing the service, a gentleman came late. He used to be a drug addict. His appearance on that day looked like he has fallen back into his old ways. I was so near to making my judgment when I was reminded again to only throw the stone if I have no sin. I was reminded of my own struggle with my flesh and sins, and has repeatedly failed God and returne...