Today, seated two rows down from me, I saw a young guy cry during the worship and prayer session. He was bowed down in deep prayer and sobbing away. I was very struck by the whole scene and I spent the most part of the sermon, just looking at him.

The last time I cried like that was last year and it feels good to be able to release pent up emotions. There are still times that I walk around with a knot in my heart that can only be unravelled with tears that no longer come readily.

It was weird, but I could feel this stranger's pain. Perhaps, it was a reflection of my own hidden pain that I have not yet acknowledged.

On a much lighter note, I am really looking forward to something and I am going to enjoy the moment while it lasts.