Counting blessings, one by one
Have you left anything behind? I am sure you did. Wallets, sunglasses, mobile phones, tickets, someone you love, and even, yourself perhaps?
I had lost my wallet several times in the last few years. On bus 190, at Novena's Starbucks, on a taxi in Kuala Lumpur (that included my passport, hotel keys too), in Christy husband's ski coat in Korea and most recently (exactly 1 week ago) at a cafe on Ann Siang Hill.
Uncannily, each time I got it back (including the passport, hotel keys). Losing the wallet isn't the most devastating thing (though admittedly rather heart-stopping) but to get it back each time just starts off songs in my heart.
Losing myself, amongst other things, also happens, and to find back what was once lost has been no short of amazing grace.
Such deep thanks and gratitude echoing from the depths of my heart to above.
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