For 3 weeks, I didn't attend prayer meeting due to my FYP report but when I went today, feeling like a non-eloquent and timid Moses, God rained down His love on me, more than what I've asked.

As I was praying in worship, our Senior Pastor suddenly said we could request for pastors to pray for us by raising our hands. I wanted to raise my hand but I was too proud (or maybe reluctant) to do so. How I wished someone could come over to pray for me because deep inside, I knew I needed someone to pray for me.

Midway, I felt a hand touching my back warmly, and I teared (teared is an understatement. Hmm... maybe you can say I cried, with mucus flowing and no tissue paper! HAHA) because I know God has sent someone to pray for me, telling me how God's love is beyond my parents' or anyone's love.

Then, came another hand came over me, touched my head with assurance, and the voice began to pray for my future, for the boldness to run towards the calling that God has given me and blessed me, saying that wherever I go, I will make a difference in that place. Again,the mucus and tears flowed freely. Wished I had a packet of tissue paper to blow my nose and wipe away the trail of mucus above my lips which was threatening to seep into my mouth!! OKAY, it's eewwwwww. But I convinced myself that no one was looking... Ha.

But genuinely, I am just immensely thankful to God for sending these angels to pray for me even when I didn't raise my hand to request for one. God knows my desires. He loves me too much to ignore me. *happily sighs* Thank you Lord!