Yesterday, we toured our new church building during power hour. It's at it's final stages of construction. Everywhere we went, everyone went "wow!" Haha, it was so pretty. When I saw that they had preserved the old lift and old stairways, I was stricken by a sense of nostalgia. I felt attached once again to the place. How thoughtful and creative of those who planned it this way! This was at the first floor. I held my steamy eyes and continued through all the seven storeys. At the seventh storey, the little worship hall brought back beautiful memories. I recounted the days when YC first started out and the camps in which we played games there. I was excited! All through the time we've spent at the holding building, I've never felt so connect to the church as when I spent about an hour at no.1 Queen street. There's something special about no.1 Queen street, and I'm sure it is God who has blessed that plot of land. I'm looking forward with anticipation to the day when we return to where Kum Yan Church really belongs to; the day when the new anointing arrives.