Memories of the last 2 years

Finding C and H longboarding near the shortcut to Fifth and they gave me a hug when I was feeling lonely. Most random and seemingly whimsical event, yet it stayed strong in my head even till now.

That one time when I posted a FB status that accidentally and inadvertently gave the impression I was kidnapped and P freaked out and called me during class to make sure I wasn't actually in danger, to my surprise and gratefulness. I was really happy that someone actually cared. Also starting from that moment I became on guard on how my future posts could be interpreted.

The night K and I watching all of Halo 2-4 cutscenes and Halo Forward Unto Dawn. Ah and of course playing Halo 2 with K and JLim. Watching K struggle against honor guard elites was the best.

Hanging out with V and hearing his testimony of getting out of drugs and into the missions movement, ending with late night adventures to IHOP and eventually the airport.

The night after T convicted and rebuked me for not truly understanding the Gospel, leading me to pull an all nighter and reading a good amount of the NT in one go to satisfy my hunger to understand. Not going to lie, it was one of a very very few times I found true peace in reading the Word of God. Rarely does that happen, where reading scripture turns from just routine and studious into something real and life giving. But thats the point, I felt it once and I know it was the real deal, so that even if I don't feel anything now or get no reaction when I read my Bible, I can always look back to that moment and know what is real is still real, and everything will be okay.

Several of the prayer meetings were very memorable...the ones where many people came and we stayed till past midnight as we shared and cried and hurt and encouraged and gave thanks and just prayed for one another. Ah I should just share some from the doc...

Surprisingly, I found the camping trip to be a lot of fun, and I was really really happy no one tried to flirt or hook up with one another. Like, this is the first time I've seen this.

I miss the nights in undergrad when we would just stay up laying on the carpet and just talk about life, usually ending with how we still believe God is good and that though it is hard, we trust He is still working in our lives.

Those 4 hours in NYC. It is too bad it was only a dream. But it is okay. Christ is enough for me, always.