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Ad Reinhardt inspired black on black, with reference to sentence one in paragraph two

I've been following this blog for quite a long while now. And her writing always touches (she doesn't know me, but if Jingxi, if you're here, hello, thanks for being so honest in your writing. I'm Clara's friend btw). This post got me thinking it's about time I share that my life isn't all smiles and glitter and sunshine. Living alone in a foreign land is not all that cool. And contrary to seemingly popular belief, I don't always have it altogether.

There's such an emptiness that I cannot comprehend; a void that I've never felt before. It's like when I had an operation in secondary school to remove my appendix, and there was a dull ache that just would not go away. It's frustrating and it hurts. It hurts so much.

But I'm learning so much too. I'm learning to run into my Jesus' arms and seek shelter. The helplessness makes me realise just how small I am and how big and powerful He is, and how much I really need Him. I learnt today that simply by being here, I am a living, breathing testimony of answered prayers - prayers of good health, of purpose, of happiness, of fulfilment, of studying in university, of safety, and so much more.

I learnt that by being in C7's life group (they call it life group here, not cell group), that I'm part of God answering their prayers for a bigger group. And they were praying when the group had only three people. There were 16 people today.

And I'm learning that leaving might be painful but God loves me so much. He loves me enough to put me through the hurt because a relationship with Him is worth so much more than any pain.

And since I'm writing, might as well throw in a song.

Side note: I thought it fairly amusing that my mind went on a tangent while thinking what I was thinking, all the way to our presentation of Ad Reinhardt's work and Yong En's enthusiasm and Em's passion/angst.