It's the first time I'm spending New Year's away from all that is familiar and the comfort of home and loved ones. I am feeling tired, cranky, and very, very cold. You would think that for someone like me who has never seen snow, I'd be thrilled by the sight of it. But I am in Middlesbrough, where it's been snowing for a week straight, and where the roads around my house are not salted. Everything is cold, wet, slippery, dark, and as I look up to the sky, powdery flakes of snow tumbling down all around me, I feel very, very small... and very, very alone.
A new song starts playing on my MP3 - Phil Wickam's 'You're Beautiful'. And as the music swells and snowflakes swirl and stars twinkle in the dark one cold winter night, a hushed reverence slowly creeps over me. As Phil sings, "I see your power in the moonlit night where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright; We are amazed in the light of the stars; it's all proclaiming who you are... You’re beautiful", my heart skips a beat and I suddenly realise how beautiful everything around me is. My numb fingers and chattering teeth seem to disappear as I walk along the road, lost in thoughts of the journey that brought a shy little Malaysian girl all the way to university in England... a journey filled with so much grace... grace that is beautiful.
"When we arrive at eternity’s shore where death is just a memory and tears are no more; We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring; Your bride will come together and we’ll sing... You’re Beautiful."
Suddenly, I don't feel alone. I know that something - or rather, Someone bigger than me is all around me, with me, beside me, Someone beautiful, who's making my life beautiful.
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