for my dearest sheeps

for my dearest sheeps

on our way to bible study, i got the imps to return a nlb book for me.

when we were seated in the hall, they pass the book back to me and ask me why i left my cards in the book.
i look and see that those were not my cards and return it to them thinking they are up to some tricks again.
but they insist that i left my cards in the book.
this time when i look again, i realise that they are for me....:)

Thank you my dearest boon ping,daniel,weijian and you sheng.God has been gracious to me. through you guys He reminded me that " He will never leave me nor forsake me".
Juz when i tot i am alone and was on the verge of giving up, you guys gave me the strength to carry on.
today i encounter God's love:)
thank you for loving me:) i am really really bless and touch:)

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this also goes out to Elvin who did not abandon me for the meismeis!:) and you have literally lifted my burden during the trip:) and vin, i also want to tell you that for the past month, you have made me proud!:)

God really loves me....:)

i love you guys too..

love always,
shepherd

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