I've survived my first week of on-call shifts, just barely, and solely due to the grace of God. Things have been so busy at work recently that I've just realised that I've not written a blog post in over a month. I spent last night browsing through some of my last few posts and I guess the same subject is still on my mind. Where do I go?
My heart has always been in the mission field and so it really doesn't matter whether I'm here or in Singapore. If so, why am I so bent on staying here? Now that God is showing me that medicine is the path that I need to choose and ophthalmology will have to remain a dream, things seem a bit clearer. I find myself standing in front of the path that I must take but yet not really keen to tread.
I'd always planned that in about 3 years time, I'd take some time out to spend doing missions but somehow I'm sure that if I went back to Singapore, that reality would just dissolve into thin air. Would it? I don't know. I think it would.
Anyway, I just picked up my old mp3 player and put on an old song called 'For you alone' and thoughts of who I am and want to be all came flooding back, especially hearing the first line - 'Lord, give me a dream...' Yes Lord, give me a dream. Your dream.
