Her face has grown tired and faint, with dark rings spread below her eyes. Muscles aching from the height of her heels, her body is limp as she lays to rest. But behind the heavy eyelids and her stuttering mumbles, an unspeakable joy resides in her. Though fatigue begs with every blink of her eyes, her smile just grows wider.
There’s something bizarre in the way she battles with life; a daily routine that starts at half past six in the morning, and ends with a heavy head on her pillow by midnight. And then, repeats itself through the weekdays. An unusually weary satisfaction from a long day’s work and a night’s lecture fills her heart to the brim. Balancing work and Uni was known to be a choice of a “no-life”, but beneath the bustle of her incredibly jam-packed schedule, she has found her source of life in her Father.
It has became an adventure, of collecting little precious moments. The sheer joy of being home for dinner, instead of being at school, brought tears to her eyes. The conversations over lunch with colleagues, and a smile from a stranger. A call from her daddy, and a hug from a loved one. The train ride catch-ups, and the exchange of knowing glances. These brief moments of joy and gratefulness has tide her through the hours of work and school.
So I am found thankful, completely in awe of where God has placed me. I stand amazed, once again, at the works of His hands and the words of promises He has kept. I bow and worship, and realise that He is God, He is Lord, He is my King, and really, my everything. I should have been burnt out by now, drained and dreading every single day. But I’ve found joy, purpose, faith, life, love, and even laughter, through these all. I mean it, I’ve found new perspectives and revelations of all of that through this season that I’m in.
God, what more can I ask for? You are amazing.