the one about moving houses

the thing about packing your stuff up and shifting places is you are forced to confront years of memories, be it the sweet times that's gone or the skeletons in your closet.

and in my case, it is 19 years of memories i was sifting through in the past few days. i thumbed through diary entries written through secondary school (before blogging was in vogue) and jc, and looked through photos of those times.. and just laughed at myself for being such a silly little girl.

it is only when you see the life before and after Christ came into the picture that you truly grasp the impact He made.

i don't know if i said this before but one of the things about christianity that amazes me is the way God gives us things even when we never asked for them, or when we cannot do anything significant back for Him.

you see, because i am raised in such a culture that when i go up to someone for something, i am always forced to think of something i can offer the other party as an incentive for them to help me. when i was facing my council interview, i was told "don't tell them what they can do for you. tell them what you can do for them." in a job interview, it is always "what is it that you can do for us? why should we hire you?"

it's never "what do you stand to gain from us?" or "what can we do to help you?" (apparently you seldom get that line even in the service sector.)

so now Christ comes along and gave us love. He gave me confidence, self-esteem and the promise of love and life. all these without asking me to do anything drastic.

i guess what is truly so amazing about God's love is the simplicity of what He asks us to return unto Him: our love.