little children...really believe what your older folks tell you when they say that school is better than work. i so agree...work is so boring..you barely get a chance to talk to your friends :( pfft..thank goodness my work is quite slack so i could chat on msn. hahaha. i miss school loads. i miss bumming around the school with the other 6 people. i miss morning worship, seeing familiar faces, being the laoda of the class and screaming at people for money. sigh...i miss SA.. i miss sitting in a classroom. sobz. i can';t wait for next mon where we'll all meet together again to chill out.
being the first day of work..i was quite lost. din know what to do, where to seat etc. thank goodness for morning devotion and prayer which took up most of the morning :) it wasn't a wee bit like morning worship...the only similarity was that it was held in the morning and people come late. the entire atmosphere is quite different. couldn't really focus and connect. oh wellz. was quite worried that i'll end up just going through the motion of worship, devotion and prayer. thank goodness my worries came to an end during devotion time. It's quite amazing wad just one word can mean if you really break it down and discuss it's meaning and significance etc.
the word was "workmanship" and from that word alone i learnt that God, our creator, made each and everyone of us with a purpose in mind. when making us, He already knew what kind of person we would be, how we would look like, our strengths and our weaknesses...just to fit whatever purpose we were made for. this means that we are made perfect in what we were meant to be cos even before we were made, God had the final picture of us in mind. but the part that blew me away the most was that in everything that a craftsman create, he/she takes pride in it. Likewise, God takes pride in each and everyone of us. i mean like huh?? me??? i'm so lousy and insignificant. the person who is going to marry me must have been hypnotised by God to see beyond my flaws. lol.
prayer was really quite a different experience as well. The prayer meetings that i've attended were mainly for outreach events. so...it's really quite different sitting among the pastors and hearing their prayer requests for the church, the members, newcomers, friends and relatives, missionaries etc. I've been so sheltered that i usually have nothing to pray about. no wonder prayer never felt so important. The sharing made everything seem so real and my life seemed like such a fairytale of ladeedaas and happy endings. all of a sudden i realised that things are happening around me, that spiritual warfare was real, that there were people out there struggling emotionally, physically, people who are hurt, afraid and just need support. all of a sudden, i recognise the importance of prayer, the severity of it all, and i'm thankful for this opportunity to learn and open my eyes during this internship...even if it meant stepping out of my comfort zone to pray popcorn style among 3 other pastors while i'm the only noob who prayed such pathetic minute prayers...it's time to learn and grow glory!
on a lighter note, i did some super mundane and brainless job of sticking stickers on the kids nametags to cover their last year's standard (p1, p2, etc). annoyingly, some kids stuck stickers everywhere except for where i had to stick the stickers -________-''' thank goodness for some sticker crazy dudes who stuck their stickers everywhere that it even covered their name (which therefore defeats the purpose of having a nametag)..silly billys. they're not meant to stick the stickers on their nametags btw. it's for their progress report...so look who hasn't been progressing.....
ah yes...sticking stickers all over...all in the name of vanity. hahahaha. can't wait for my first experience with these strange kiddies. God bless me...
On one hand, working is quite a pain becos it means i'm growing up and i have to be more independent. work means pay and pay means you no longer need pocket money. which is burning a ginormous hole in my pocket cos i no longer have concession and every beep from the ez-link card means tearing open the hole in my pocket wider. i never felt so xin tia about taking transport. every beep is another knock to my brittle glass heart :(
to be more positive, it feels good to be independent. really like the feeling. even if it means to scrimp and save..the entire knowledge of knowing that you are building up your wealth pool is like oo-la-la. hahaha. your first step to growing up >.<
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