the body needs to rant about something amazing!

The past one or two weeks had become something like a trial period again.

After the trip to Sunningdale, I caught the most severe cold I had since coming to London. It could be Hay-fever, since I did quite a lot of nature walks, or it could just be bugs I caught from the children (hahaha) or not enough rest, thinking too much bout work or dressing too little :P. I don’t know. However, it was a real testingtime as I seek God for strength and healing. I didn’t miss a single day of my classes and tutorials during my illness, praise the Lord!

I am constantly monitoring my punctuality and attendance. Somehow I feel a great need to change in this factor. God did help me in a way, because I was ill I slept almost immediately after arriving home, taking my medication and changing into my pyjamas. Dush! I had around 11hours of sleep, 7pm until 5am ( more cough syrup and toilet runs in between.) that caused me to leave my house 7am an hour earlier for my class, which starts at 9am... and that was for two days! didn't count the first day where I fought and won the battle to go for a half day class. Amazingly, in the midst of this illness, he thought me to be a good student. Perhaps this trial was really to help me not to boast and continue to be faithful in Him. :D He supplies all strength.

I did something crazy on face book today. One of the results of my exploration has caused me to post this here. This was a blog post from a sister whom I did not know was in Christ as well. It is really touching but in a way funny to me.

A RELUCTANT CONVERT

October 13th, 2010 § 1 Comment

“You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England.”

- C.S. Lewis

How ever far we try to run, one day we’ll have to kneel in acknowledgment of God because everything simply points to that. It all comes back to Him in the end.

I really like the way C.S. Lewis spoken about himself as the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England when that night he knelt and prayed, admitting that God was God. Couldn't help but to laugh for a couple of seconds as it does make me ponder if this was me as well...