Crimson stain, washed white as snow.
January has ended, February has come and is on its way to being history in the 2012 calendar. Many things, big and small have been happening. A very thoughtful friend running out of his cafe, across the road to hand me a caramel cream cheese bagel because I only had a coffee, and he was worried about my lack of lunch. Brunch with my favourite people to have brunch with, with our usual delightful conversations. Chinese New Year celebrations, with the most colourful Lou Hei I have seen, and the most epic Mahjong win ever. Salad with a dearly loved friend by the Singapore River. Brunch, again, with three wonderful boys from church. It ended with us holding hands and praying... I don't think I could ever forget that amazing Saturday afternoon. Skinny Pizza and three delectable side dishes (after spending minutes deciding if we should and wondering if two girls could down all that) with a fellow designer, whose own path was crossed to join my own by God, so delicately. What a passionate, soul-searching, heart-calling conversation with this girl on a quiet Thursday night. Breakfast that found me pleasantly surprised in the morning, lovingly prepared by my colleagues in our new office. Homemade lasagne, roasted herbed potatoes and salad, with rounds of Mahjong and lots of laughter after that... And the irresistable and amazing Orea cheesecake that we all could not stop eating. TWG and very tiny but expensive brioches with a long-time friend, a blessed night it was. A heartwarming farewell party for a boy who's very, very loved. And a surprise package on my desk on a Monday morning given by a silly French lady.
2012 has brought many blessings from God, (from whom all blessings flow), but as I sit here typing these things, I am thoroughly aware of what a sinner I am, how I don't deserve any of these things, how I should have been destroyed by my very own self. I do feel guilt and shame, and horror and fear, but all these melt away, all these things fade away as darkness is eclipsed by His glorious light, when I think about my Saviour on the cross.
Sin had left a crimson stain, but Jesus washed it white as snow.