Self-reminder

"You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance. "
- Psalm 65:11, NIV

Just so that I remember.

The Deafening Silence

Is it silence that is deafening, or my anxious heart that is screaming?
What is it that i hear?
Surely it can't be the silence, because silence is exactly what it is - silent.
Then it has to be the tempest within a heart that races
And it takes silence to surface it.

"find rest my soul
in christ alone
know his power
in quietness and trust"

God will make a way

Surely it's not a coincidence that I've been asked the same questions a couple of times by different people over the last few weeks ...

"Hey, how old are you now ah?"
"What are your plans for the future?"

I would like to think that these are well-meaning people, and I most certainly think they are. Maybe I've finally aged enough for them to realise that I'm almost (the word is ALMOST) in my mid-thirties ... or perhaps they've finally noticed that I don't seem to have a definite career plan or path ahead of me ... which suddenly has become most disconcertingly apparent to even myself.

Was just sharing with a close friend recently that I seem to be excelling in neither of the two worlds that I am straddling. She reminded me that I've been so used to over-achieving that it's about time I had a sense of being an under-achiever; it's good to be in the low-ways after cruising on the highways most of my life.

A humbling experience definitely. One that ought to drive me to trust in the One who drives me.
I remember singing this song with new-found meaning after I received an email a few days ago which more or less crushed my hopes - "Did you complete your specialization?"

"God will make a way, where there seems to be no way,
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me,
He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength for each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way."

A Poem of Anonymity

When God wants to drill a man and thrill a man and skill a man
When God wants to mould a man to play the noblest part
When He yearns with all His heart to create so bold and great a man
that all the world might be amazed,
Watch His methods, watch His ways
How He ruthlessly perfects whom He royally elects
How He hammers and hurts him, and with mighty blows converts him
Into trial shapes of clay that only God understands
While his tortured heart is crying and he lifts beseeching hands
How He bends but never breaks
When his good He undertakes
How He uses whom He chooses
And with mighty acts induces him to try His splendour out
God knows what He is about.

- anonymous