Saturday, 28 November 2009

We're under attack! (8)

Part XII. Hypoglossal nerve

Writings to Papa 2
Retreat to Him
God, I'm tempted to feel bad about myself now... to lose hope... but You know what, my eyes are fixed on You - on You alone. I'll honour You tomorrow with my time. For I know that time spent with You is very powerful.
I know You are able, my God. I know Your love never fails. I face my exam with boldness that comes from You, HolySpirit. None shall separate Your love from me. So there's nothing for me to fear.
It seems like every Swot Vac and exam period brings something new to me - it's probably related to the "unassuming" attitude (an idea I'm writing soon). So for me, what's new is that God really is a fortress, a tower, a mother base. You know, when your army is falling weak and you've gotta return for protection. Return to where? That's God.

It's funny sometimes - I'm studying for more than 1 hour straight, tired and a bit saturated ("threshold"), and I look up to God, ready to complain and let it all out, and He says: Keep going. And He points down at my lecture notes. The race isn't over yet.

Really, He's been the source of my focus and attention during each study time that I have.

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1 comment:

ArMs said...

Dude... haven't seen you in a while. Eh, i mean... in a loooong time. So when are you coming back??