19 days and counting...
I guess I've finally summed up the courage to write another blog entry though in all honesty, it's been a tough week trying to stay positive.
As you are, no doubt, curious about my dad's situation. The radio therapy is now over. He will be going for a check-up this Thursday but other than that, his orders are to get rest, eat well, put more weight on and recover. We were really thankful to the Lord that no side effects were present during the radio therapy though since the last one, a few ulcers had appeared in the back of his throat and mouth which made it more difficult to eat and thus put on weight. This has also meant that he is not getting enough energy which may also be because his body is not digesting the food properly. Therefore, he is physically quite weak and often very tired. As you may imagine, there is also quite a lot of strain on my mum so thank you for your ongoing prayers for them both.
For me, I could most easily complain another two pages though in actual fact, I should be grateful that I haven't had it as bad as some. Reading through Hebrews again these last few days, I'm learning (though slowly) to be grateful for these opportunities that God is giving me to exercise faith. I know that throughout my life, though short in relative terms, I have been abundantly blessed beyond what I deserve. In short, I have been spoilt. I had hoped that this placement would be "easier" given that I had some experience from the last placement and also that this school is probably seen as "better". Of course, a different placement in reality mostly means a new set of challenges. Yes, there have been tears and not a few at that but He has not taken me further than where His grace can sustain me. To be sure, you may think I sound quite calm on this blog but you'd have to talk to a few people close to me to find just what happens on one of those crazy school days. Indeed, I give thanks to God for my neighbour and a few close friends who have been just such an incredible support and reminder of God's un-diminishing love.
Well, as the title reads, it's 19 days till I fly to Singapore. 20 days till I see my parents. 21 days till we can celebrate together God's continuing faithfulness in holding their marriage in His hands. Tomorrow, however crazy or calm, is just one step closer and praise God for this hope. Not only hope towards seeing my parents but The Hope that we have in Christ, that we will be with Him in eternity. May I never lose sight of His glorious promise!