Deeply Loved, Fully Known

Oh the joy of an answered prayer.  All the nights of worrying whether I'll be seeing you again.  All the nights of wondering why do you feel the way you do. All the nights of thinking what could I do to help. That one helpless night when I realised all I could do was pray.  And God heard me (and possibly a few others praying the same thing, too). Dear Friend,  One day, I do hope you'll come to know how much you are loved. Not just by the people around you, but by the One who made you, you. 

12 November 2013 Maybe one day I'll make this public, but for now it shall remain a secret, between God and I.  When I lost James, I lost many things in the process, too.  I lost my future. I lost my best friend.  I lost my confidante.  I lost my confidence.  I lost  myself.  I had depended so much on him to help me maintain my pride and self-esteem that I eventually forgot how to help myself. Whenever I fell into a ditch, he would always be there to pick me up. Hardly did I ever wonder or given much thought on being confident in Christ. I had put him above God for the time we were together. Though both of us realised it and struggled hard to put God first in everything we did, it was almost impossible for us without accountability outside our relationship and eventually we started to give up. God became  secondary.  We depended so much on each other though we kept encouraging one another ever few months to spend ...