Take a breather. Pore over MS Word and Excel spreadsheets, making things work. Sip the now-dilute teh o peng that you bought because every taste and sip reminds you of her. Absently wish for a harderbetterfasterstronger system so it wouldn’t lag every time you click on one of your 43 tabs, IM programs, mail program, iTunes, 16 folders. Worship with Till I See You, ignoring how you might annoy your little sister in the next room with your squeaky warbling and incessant torturing of worn guitar strings.

Get back into perspective. Let each word soak up the desperation in your voice that worms up and out from your heart. Realise, spirit full, that the entirety of heaven is open to you. For you. Lay hands on that glorious immensity, the unquenchable riches of all provision in every imaginable area of your little life, all of which is found in Jesus. Open your arms wide. Dive in and find yourself raised so far above your petty little self that you can’t see you anymore — it’s just Him. Him and Him alone. And see that He’s all you need. No, really. It’s true. Forget everything else. Forget how you have to tear yourself away from her side. Forget the looming deadlines. Forget the responsibilities. Forget the stories you’re forming in your head. Forget that you’re so damn scared that’ll all come crashing down around your ears.

Forget yourself. And find Him. Dance in between the crashes of the piano keys, the tiny millisecond gaps in the flurry of fingertips and ivory. Sing. At the top of your lungs. And dance.  Just keep dancing.