A chat with Grace prompted the need to fall back on why I'm doing what I'm doing. Definitely not by chance as I recollected about the past when I fell ill.
And hours later, I received a newspaper article of the time when I went through treatment and how God has blessed me with wonderful BB officers, mentors and schoolmates.
God has always impressed upon me to become a doctor. The first thing that came to mind when ppl ask me what I wanna become when I grow up was to become a doctor. To help people. To face different challenges every day. (the key word is "different") I mean, I get to see different patients every day. Thus the "never-feel-bored" job.
I guess the simple reason to "help people" came about partly from what I've been through. Adds a personal touch whenever I see patients, especially cancer or palliative patients. It allows me not to feel too emotional nor forlorn about their predicament. But to say "Hey Sir! If God can heal me, He can do the same for you too." Have hope.
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To look at the article again and recollect the past after a good 10 years is.... indescribable. I choose not to remember the negative stuff.. Afterall, God was with me and he did not give me something beyond what I could bear.
Through "ALL", He gave me love. He gave me strength. He gave me a new life - an eternal one. And a lasting relationship. He gave me acceptance of my Christian faith in my family. And I believe that God is still at work in my family. What God begins, He will see them to fruition.
What the article did not mention was God's goodness throughout the therapy.
I was a joyful Christian soldier back then:) and still is (hopefully tsk)
I am where I am because of Him.
All praise and glory to God! Thank you Lord.
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