Size Seven Shoes

There's nothing like the real thing. I'm listening to David Crowder on my iPod as I'm typing this and thinking how lovely it is to own an authentic Apple product. I'm not about to write a post exalting the virtues of the brand, but just think: there's a good reason why Apple products are in the limelight these days. It's because they really do have something good going. Having an iPod of my own now, I can tell you for a certainty that it is a joy using a product of theirs. And I also say with almost complete certainty that there are plenty of imitation products out there that look like and feel just like an iPhone or iPod, but somehow I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't be quite the same thing. If nothing else, there's the satisfaction that you own something authentic, and that if you were to turn the device around to glance the logo inscribed at the back, it would really read "iPod" and not aPod or some other name that almost is like... but i...

I suppose the thought may have crossed your mind that I was about to talk about my boyfriend's mesmerising gaze, judging by the title of this post.  Well, sorry to disappoint you. Haha. What I actually wanted to write about was the devotion that I shared at my office this morning.  You see, we have this tradition that we do at our office, where every one of us would take turns to share a devotional thought each Monday morning. A positive way to start the week and set the tone, you could say. Well, so anyway, this Monday was my turn and I took the opportunity to share about God's eyes. I arrived at this I kept having Hillsong's I Will Run To You playing in my head for some inexplainable reason. Perhaps it's something God wanted me to say. In any case, that was what I shared and that is what I also wish to post here. I have taken the liberty of turning it into a mini article to make it easier to read and to understand my train of thought. I hope it'll encourage ...