8 days off from work now and another 3 to go. To be honest, I was afraid that my expectations of being a doctor were so high that I would be disappointed, but God never disappoints. And I mean NEVER. There are days when I feel like collapsing from the tiredness, days when the tears are pushing through, but never a day I doubt that this is what God called me to do. I feel like I'm at the edge of my seat and the day when I enter the mission field draws closer and closer. I remember some doctors telling me that the worst thing is to see a patient die before your eyes. I think they were right. It's even more difficult when the family surrounds you with tears in their eyes and asks you to do something.
Yet despite the hustle and bustle of hospital life, I find that my life has become awfully quiet in the past weeks. I've kept up with my devotion diligently but perhaps not faithfully... After the first week, my mind is so tired that my prayers were little more than 'thanks and goodnight'. By the end of the second week, all I could say was 'I miss you, Father.' But this time off has been a precious time. I've been able to find God again, right where I left him. And now that I'm getting into the swing of things, I'll be sure to hold on tighter.
What is the point of this post? I'm not quite sure to be honest. It just felt that I needed to remember this moment as a milestone in my journey towards becoming a missionary.
This is my daily prayer and may it be yours too, if you are reading this...
EACH DAY
God be supervising
My sleeping and my rising
God be with me waking
Bless each undertaking
God's almighty powers
Keep my daylight hours
God's Spirit strengthen
My days as they lengthen.
