22:14.

It's funny how emotions carry humans so easily - Even now, seeing American Idol's judging section very oft makes me tear up slightly. Seeing someone's valiant attempt not to cry, someone's dream shatter, someone grieving for that someone, well, it all still get to me.

I'm sitting at our glass dining table with metal legs, Jamie Oliver's Naked Chef (oh, so young he looks and look! he's taking the mint from the fridge, not the garden!) is going on AFC and I'm waiting for a work email to come in, about to start tweaking a design thing for church, and waiting for my love to come home.

Today's his farewell dinner thang with his colleagues. Yesh, tomorrow is his last day at work.

Wow, we are so close now to this jump up I almost want to be freaked out.

"Jump up" 'cause that's how it feels, like we are leaping, not off a cliff or even out of a boat but just jumping up with arms open to be caught. Like a little girl charging towards her daddy's arms and bouncing right onto him, knowing she won't fall.

Lord, You are my God.
Oh Lord, You are my God.

My last day of work is next Thursday. My dept farewell is on Tuesday. That feels a bit strange - Nothing exceptional happening on the last day itself.

Friday, I'll sleep in, embrace a bit of doing nothing for a bit so I can let it all sink in that I'm no longer with Maccas. Then no doubt the work bug will kick in and I'll get some cleaning/ packing and random errands done.

Sat, we have combined uni LG.

Sun, we need to figure out how we go church and fly off that night itself to Melbourne for 13 days then come back, rest for a good week and prob go back to Sg for another week before coming back, hopefully with my parents.

We have a 3days 2 night penang hotel voucher we can redeem if we go up too :)

Am I excited? Yes, I am. But more than being carried by this, I need, Lord, to be carried by You.
You who created me fearfully and wonderfully, who knows what makes me tick and makes my emotions run, who knows what I need and what I want and what good or bad they do me, who knows my dreams, my hopes, my future, who knows the frazzled juggling act that I feel I'm doing in this last week, who knows the good that You will do through me even in this week.

Dear Lord, I don't want to do any thing except hold you tight, squeeze you at your knees; a little girl sitting on the ground just wanting to be close to her Dad.

I love You, Lord and I entrust all of these and all close in my heart to You.

I trust You, love You, want You. More.

Amen.