wonderment

I got bored and started reading old archives from last year.

Guess what I found.

“Lord, finally for Joyce and me. Lord, that’s a situation that I’ve ceased to care about. Lord, it’s impossible for me to ever take it up again. I cannot and I will not subject myself to allowing her to manipulate my emotions and making me feel guilty again. Dear Lord, thank you for putting her into my life but dear Lord, I’m sorry I am not able to show her love as a friend. If Lord, you want her back in my life again, Lord, teach me to love!!” (written 13 July 2003)

I called Joyce up in mid-June. That was just after the IBLP conference and they asked us to find somebody we were harbouring some grudge against and go ask for forgiveness. The first name that immediately popped into my head was hers - Joyce Teo.

We talked for nearly an hour - The length of time it took for me to travel from Bedok to Clementi.

And we’ve been talking ever since. About all sorts of things. Like normal friends again. Pris is quite shocked at our reconciliation.

You ask me if I’d ever dream such a thing would ever happen, and I would say no. Not in a million years if I’d operated on my own feelings and strength.

Yes in a flash if God was pushing all the right buttons.

A prayer I prayed once and forgot.

Answered one year later.