I went through some Instagram posts and I came upon a video that my brother took the day I arrived home on the 28th Oct 2016. It was a surprise return where no one knew except for my brother.
Looking back at the video makes me sentimental in many ways, simply because that I have come a long way since. Even though it wasn't 2 years that it happened, but if I only knew about what would unfold.
But regardless what unfolded, it was all part of God's plan. The ups and down, the anxiety and phobias, so much that happened needed to happen for a reason.
Even as today I was getting into the train. I remembered a year how scary it was if I were to be back in a packed NY subway train but just this afternoon I did just that. I was standing in a packed train and nothing triggered. Although I was conscious about whether I would feel anxious but for some reason I did not and everything went fine. For some reason I knew that I would arrive to my destination and there were things and people waiting for me at the end of the journey. Maybe for that reason it was all worth going through and everything was okay.
The past 2 years passed so quickly that now it seems that Malaysia was surreal. I can't begin to find myself humbled by how God led me through so much of it. I really do not want to take things for granted. Lord help me.
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