I haven’t been quite myself ever since I returned to Singapore two days ago. For the past month, I woke up every day bursting with excitement because there was something new to be done. Now that the reverie is over, I find myself a little disoriented, dazed, confounded even, by this familiar version of reality that I’ve grown up with, and yet seems so foreign to me now.
I feel weak.
“Oh, it’s a Saturday. Means I have to attend church today!”
(Laoniang hasn’t stepped foot into church in the past four weeks.)
I will also be making a couple of transitions in just over two weeks: 1. Moving into the Adults ministry, and 2. Starting work. I am excited at the thought of both transitions, but that would also mean leaving behind the level of comfort I have become used to.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.
Pickledpumpkins 