I've been ill the last three days.

But it was a fever unlike any other. Before, it always fogged up my mind and it was a struggle to form sentences with more than 3 words. During these times, I was always stricken with a sense of despair and utmost depression, my thoughts always straying to "why did God let this happen to me?"

I might as well be asking "why doesn't God make me rich arh?"

But today, on this Sunday morning as I prepare to go to church, it suddenly struck me that not once in the entire duration of my illness did I ever feel depressed. Instead a calm and a lucidity pervaded my entire being. From the moment I left Eugene's house till, today, regardless of the temperature or the discomfort, my soul was contemplative and quiet. I did not blame God at all.

Uncle Anthony said yesterday when he came to visit, "Its amazing how one small microscopic bug can cause the whole body to break down."

How true.

It was one small but significant act in the Garden of Eden that took away our innocence. And it was another small but significant act at the Cross when our righteousness was restored through Christ.

And in relationships, its not that huge bouquet of roses and that box of expensive Godiva chocolates that matter (only).
Its the small but significant little things like the unexpected sms or that random call out of the blue that matter. We all know that small things always add up to big things, no?

Especially the significant ones.
'cos when its significant,
it is not small anymore.

Expectations kill when they aren't met.
But if you can exceed someone's expectations, you've just made that someone a very happy person.