Today the summer moon smiled at me. I did NOT expect that. So. Much. Feels. But before that, maybe I should recount the day chronologically.
When I woke up, I remembered C. I remembered how much I loved her. And I dreamed how I would ask her out on a last date, how I would ask her not to forget me, and how I would not forget her ever. There's a poem here at the reminder's section.
Then we had Sunday Service. The topic was one of my favorites: the story of Ruth. I remembered how amazing it was that while Boaz lost his 'name' since he became Ruth's kinsman-redeemer, he became David's ancestor, and consequently was part of the blessed Messianic line. It was a lovely love story, to say the least, but I still did not understand what uncovering the feet meant in the story's context.
We ate at SM and then went home. I wrote the poem, then had a haircut. It was quite the circumstance that I forgot to bring an umbrella (my brother was really mad at me for this). Old love songs played all the time I was there, but what stuck to my mind was: "If ever you're in my arms again, this time, I'll love you much better. If ever you're in my arms again, this time, I'll hold you forever. This time will never end." That was somehow the same what I wrote in my last poem to C.
Then I went and did some acads and had dinner.
After that, my friend H chatted me, seemingly troubled by what I think are family matters. She then asked me a "yes or no?" without clarifying what it meant, which means that she's looking for a random answer. I told her not to rely on signs, but quoted (or misquoted) 1 th 5:21 (a personal favorite) saying test every spirit. Hold on to what is good. I accidentally cross-referenced 1 john something. Then she asked for some more verses relating to tiredness. I told her that which is my assurance that Christ is my rest, even with all chaos and turbulence gather around me. "Come to me you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." I hope and pray that the Spirit will comfort her through the words of the living Christ.
By this time, two of my friends also began chatting me, but I can't really remember well because my mind is occupied with helping H, and with the springtime moon's smile shining down on me. (You'd know who she is if you read my entries in May)
She was asking me to proofread her work. Her poems were good, especially considering that she wrote it in under 20 minutes (not my practice; I take hours to write a short poem. Love poems usually are exceptions though). And I really liked talking to her (or chatting rather); she's very smart. Oh, and that "leave a pen and paper" poem was very funny.
Idk if I impressed the same to her though. Not that I should care (but I do). She is not my happiness, supposedly (but I was happy, I must admit). I should focus on Christ.
I'd love to see the other sides of this lovely summer moon.
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