Stuff has been hurtling along non-stop since the 1st of October kicked in.
Every week, there’s something on!
Not to say it hasn’t been fun, but there’s this nagging little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me to study. D-day, this time around, sneaks closer on the 26th of November… About a month and a half from today.
In between all the busyness, I read two books–go me! One was William Sutcliffe’s Whatever Makes You Happy, a modern twist on mum-hood and all the joys it brings when your boys are aged 30, non-communicative with the home, and still single. The other was Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones, this award-winning novel that is apparently being made into a movie (this seems like the current trend with award-winning books). Gives some interesting notions about what heaven’s like. I’ve started Mitch Albom’s The Five People You Meet in Heaven, which again happens to talk about another view of heaven. There’re three more unread books waiting on my shelf–all these are the result of my birthday Borders and MPH vouchers. :)
My only me-time so far has been when the evening’s preparations for the next day are over, and it’s time for my nightly shower. Been experimenting with scented oils, burners, and strategically-placed tealights to afford more ambience for my humble little bathroom. Only response evoked was a digruntled “What is that smell?” from my mother in the next room.
Umm. Alright.
Yesterday.
I made a commitment to be open to full-time missions work wherever and whenever He may choose to call me. The pastor was a visiting pastor, and he and his wife had been extensively involved with ministering to Asia, namely with OMF. After he spoke, Ps. Chew opened the altar to anyone who had felt God’s call in their life to do full-time missions work so the elders could pray for them.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever gotten a true true call from God, but it was something that resonated with me. I’d never wanted to end up stuck in an air-conditioned cubicle in some swanky hospital, treating people who could probably get better the next day if they’d just slept in and drank a lot of water.
There was this sinking, scary feeling as I walked out. It eventually made me cry when the visiting pastor’s wife, Elizabeth, prayed for me. I don’t know what I’m getting into, but I’m getting into You. It’s like jumping into a rollercoaster cart blindfolded and being locked in. I know I’ll be safe, but what the heck is gonna happen? Help me with my unbelief.
Just thought I’d share.
In the meantime, this pre-doctor is going back to gruelling cheerleading practices, for which the competition is this Friday. Toodles!
