There is a limit to how kiasu one can be, and I think I've reached my limit. Enough.
I am so blessed to have electives, and parents supportive enough to finance my travel dreams. Yet I am discontent because I want the best. Wanting the best is good, but I have allowed it to consume me, and I did not realise it until I searched the internet once more in a frenzy, seeking more and more electives at renowned medical schools. The medical school does not make a good doctor, the student and her Father does. And that is the vision. O my soul, why do you fret then? Silly me...
Father, remind me constantly, lest I forget you.
What would I be without you?
What would I be?
God, church. You know what I mean, so Father, help us.
Consuming fire, fan into flame
a passion for Your name
A godly woman.
Heart, have you forgotten so quickly?
Stay with me.
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