But things have taken a turn recently. A big one. I thought making the decision to change colleges was the biggest one I had and I suppose it had been until now. Sometimes God puts before us paths that we don't want to walk just because we don't like the look of it or we don't know where we're going. I've been taking detours, but as they say, 'All roads lead to Rome,' and every path takes me back onto this road that I've been so loathed to tread.
Just like a bolt out of the blue, God struck a chord in my heart that it was time to go home. Not for all the reasons my family has been giving me, but much more than that. I find that since I started work, I'm beginning to lose the person that I am and want to become. The spiritual covering that I receive from my friends and family while I'm home, or the fellowship that I have with others while on missions. It's all becoming a distant memory. I miss the conversations about the things we want to accomplish together for God and no dream is impossible.
What now? I've forgotten the joy in the journey. How do I find it again? Since making the decision to finally go back to Singapore, my mind and my heart have been at peace with myself, and more importantly, with God. No matter how difficult the life may be at home, I feel that I can handle anything with God with me.
