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I’ve just realised something I should probably have realised a long time ago.

I just got really excited by the fact I have a new Singaporean friend. Actually, no, she’s not Singaporean but she’s lived in Singapore and has a Singaporean accent! Which over excited me. Special people in my life have been Singaporean and it makes me happy!

It’s a bit ridiculous… I’ve always had this massive over enthusiasm for Asian people/culture/things since I went to uni (and, actually, before that but I hadn’t really noticed).

Then I went to China and loved it. One of the best times of my whole life. I came back and got China-sick for a year. I really thought God’s call was for me to go back… but then things didn’t really work out and I let the dream slide. I let it slide because I didn’t feel called to Asia long term. The culture is so far removed from Western culture I could never see myself being able to live in China as a missionary or whatever. But I envisioned going back at some point. Of course I still can, but I don’t know of a good reason to. I don’t have an interest in China as a country particularly, but I have an interest in it’s people. 

Tonight I was on my new ‘Singaporean’ friend’s facebook and saw all these pictures which reminded me of lots of things which I have loved and missed …. it just hit me: I love Asian culture.  More than that; there is something about Asian culture that fits with me. When I was in China I was the most free I’ve ever been as a person. I loved those people so much, I felt I could be myself with them even though we’d just met - and despite all the language and cultural barriers we connected on such a deep level. I thought it was a one off, mission trip thing… but I don’t think it was.

This ‘random’ passion I have for Asia… it does seem random, but somehow I know it’s something God’s put in me. I don’t know why, or how he’ll use it… but I’m realizing it’s important.

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