Week one

You know that you're in a good conversation when you wish it will never come to an end.

The first week of my winter break was rather eventful, I would say. I had way too many dates over meals. I really wish I could have more, to be honest, but somehow the schedules just wouldn't work out.

Monday. I went out with a new believer for lunch. I was all nervous before the 'date', and started questioning myself why did I make that appointment. I was so worried that I will run out of topic to talk about and the atmosphere will fall into awkward silence 'cause she is a very quiet girl. Then I realized, all my worries were unnecessary. We had such a good chat that I wished time would pass slower. She shared about that time when she told her parents about her water baptism, how she see God moving in her life, how she is starting to serve in cell group and so on. I love how the passion for His kingdom is burning so vigorously in her. "When I look back at all my past worries, I realize they are so insignificantly small. There are so much more to life than just studies. God changed the way I looked at things, and I'm glad that it happened", she said.

Beforehand, I wrote her a letter telling her that I am very encouraged seeing her grow so much in faith in such a short period of time. Later on, she replied my letter by thanking me for having so much faith in her, for showing her how God can use ever a flawed person like her to encourage others. She'd never thought that I was once like her, but she is really excited to know about that because she knows how much God can transform her as long as she learns to let Him work in her. 

Wednesday. I went out with one of my ex-housemates back when I was in college. I finally got to visit her humble shack as I have planned to do so long ago, had lunch with her, and talk about life. It's funny how we stayed in the same apartment for 1.5 years yet we barely talked. And now, we talk so much it is difficult to get us to shut up. Life is oh so interesting. I've never imagined a day when we two will get close. And to be honest, I don't even remember how we got this close. According to her, it was me who took the first step (which I totally have no memory of doing so). But I'm sure glad it happened. 

Saturday. Our life group had a post-exams celebration cum water baptism weekend. Listening to the testimonies of the two person who were going to be baptized, I saw how God works in different people through different ways. One of them is my brother's friend since back in college, and the story that he told was of that part of his life that few knew about. I came to a conclusion: there is a gospel story in everyone's life that can only be told by him or her and none others. It's such a blessing to see how the rest of the group encouraged them in their new journey in life. Later on, a life group mate asked me if I regretted coming over to Australia. Surprisingly, my answer was no. I've found a family here, why should I?

This week, through the many conversations (and actions of others), I learned so much about how to be a good friend, instead of always expecting of others to be one. And I will end with how I started, you know that you're in a good conversation when you wish it will never come to an end.