Nothing else matters

In anticipation of eternity.

The Empty Room

This MBBS makes me wonder what or who the Candidate is fighting against. The People say we will all pass, somehow or another. These are the same People who set the exam papers, take us for the clinical exam, and give us the final grade. These are the same People who take us on tutorials in preparation for the final exam (save for a few who perhaps deem themselves too esteemed to teach). Everyone hopes for us to pass. The ministry needs us to pass. Our tutors and examiners want us to pass. So I wonder, what is it that we are proving ourselves to against in this One hurdle that we need to cross? It is the System of meritocracy that demands for some grand show of ability in exchange qualification? Or are we battling our future patients whom we will be treating, for they have every right to know that we are capable of being safe doctors? Maybe the struggle is an internal one, to be convinced and convicted of being a competent and safe doctor. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like there is great anxiety in finding out what lies behind that secret door. And when the time comes, we open the door to find nothing there.

This MBBS has also shown me how prideful I am. Too prideful to say I am shit scared, to admit that there are 53294912312 things that I don't know on the eve of the exam. To think that I'd rather keep quiet and pretend to know it all when all I have is an empty shell, full of fluff.

Today's Word that kept coming up was Meekness. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the kingdom of God. Meekness. Recent days have made me realize that daggers are all around, flying off from lips and dripping with sarcasm. Frightening. Maybe that's what it takes to survive. Just maybe. Jesus was meek, but that didn't mean He was a pushover. He was strong but gentle, confident yet humble. Meekness and Majesty, a wonder to behold.

For all who are scared shit and feeling inadequate, take heart, if it is of any comfort, I am too.

Jesus is Alive!

This is most certainly my favourite Easter song! Death has lost its victory and the grave has been denied. Indeed the curse of sin is broken and we have perfect liberty. Jesus is alive! :D

Blessed Christmas

Mmmm

(Source: TasteofLove)

Still My Soul

I Stand Amazed

Each time something happens it shakes me. And then I go through the entire process of worry, doubt and fear. When the end comes, I know, I know that God's hand was moving. I am so amazed. So very amazed.

I stand amazed in the presence

Of Jesus the Nazarene,

And wonder how He could love me,

A sinner, condemned, unclean

O how marvelous! O how wonderful!

And my song shall ever be

O how marvelous! O how wonderful!

Is my Savior's love for me!

He took my sin and my sorrow,

and made them His very own;

And took the burden to Calvary,

and suffered and died alone.

When with the ransomed in glory

His face I at last shall see,

’Twill be my joy through the ages

To sing of His love for me.

It is well with my soul

This is my new favourite hymn of all time. The lyrics are so powerful, and the story behind it breathes in life to the song. In 1873, Horatio Spafford wrote the words to the hymn "It is Well with My Soul" after the tragic death of his four daughters. He wrote it on the ocean while sailing near the spot where his daughters died.

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Rest

Jesus said, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

There is no problem so big God cannot solve it.
There is no mountain so tall He cannot move it.
There is no storm so dark God cannot calm it.
There is no sorrow so deep, God cannot soothe it.

If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders.
I know , my brother, that He will carry you.
If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders.
I know, my sister, that He will carry you.

He said, Come unto Me all who are weary,
and I will give you rest.

You are God Alone

You are not a god
Created by human hands
You are not a god
Dependant on any mortal man
You are not a god
In need of anything we can give
By Your plan, that’s just the way it is

You are God alone
From before time began
You were on Your throne
Your are God alone
And right now
In the good times and bad
You are on Your throne
You are God alone

You’re the only God
Whose power none can contend
You’re the only God
Whose name and praise will never end
You’re the only God
Who’s worthy of everything we can give
You are God
And that’s just the way it is

Unchangeable
Unshakable
Unstoppable
That’s what You are

There Is A Hope

There is a hope that burns within my heart,
That gives me strength for ev’ry passing day;
A glimpse of glory now revealed in meagre part,
Yet drives all doubt away:
I stand in Christ with sins forgiv’n;
And Christ in me, the hope of heav’n!
My highest calling and my deepest joy,
To make His will my home.

There is a hope that lifts my weary head,
A consolation strong against despair,
That when the world has plunged me in its deepest pit,
I find the Saviour there!
Through present sufferings, future’s fear,
He whispers ‘courage’ in my ear.
For I am safe in everlasting arms,
And they will lead me home.

There is a hope that stands the test of time,
That lifts my eyes beyond the beckoning grave,
To see the matchless beauty of a day divine
When I behold His face!
When sufferings cease and sorrows die,
And every longing satisfied.
Then joy unspeakable will flood my soul,
For I am truly home.