THE HANDS I HOLD ON TO.

During service, those who were having exams were told to stand and hold hands to be prayed for. I stood and no one came to hold my hands. No doubt, I was saddened and almost immediately, this voice boomed in me.

"Doesn't mean I'm not holding your hands. I'm always holding your hands. I'm always here for you."

The moment I heard that, I teared. And even as I'm typing this, I'm crying tears of joy. How great it is to know there's a Father out there who loves you nonetheless, who collects your tears, who's always there for you whatever the circumstance.

I love You, Lord, I love You.

signing off~DE XIN