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Saturday, September 5, 2009
12:54 PM

I used to think how leaders like Jamie, Wendy and Mel have really inspired me, but I didn't think much about how my own leader has inspired me in my walk with God.
Previously, I've always thought that Wendyly and I wouldn't click because we were of different breed. While she must've been one of the most popular girls around, I'd always hang out with people who weren't in the limelight.
Each time we sat together during service (when she's not on livefeed. RARE.) and we didn't have a common topic, I'd have this fear that she didn't like me.
Everytime I read her entries and didn't find my name written in her entries, I'd get disappointed.
But all that insecurity has died of anw.
(Wendyly, if you read this, don't worry kay! That was in the past!)
As I began to read (okay scan through) her posts last night, I could feel such an immense faith in her heart. Not because she felt that she was capable of doing everything herself, but simply because, she trusted in God.
Even when she faced problems in her studies, she'd never fail to reply me and encourage me when I tell her my grades are poor.
Whenever I was sleepy, she'd be there to tell me to draw strength from God and would sms me to keep me awake (HAHA).
Even when I told her about my crushes (past and present), I knew I could trust her cos she's never made me feel embarrased before. She simply let me say what I wanted to tell her and never probed too much.
She's just been sowing so much into my life unknowingly (I mean me).
Thankyou Wendyly, I love you! (: