My elongated European travel is coming to an end in the this Spanish land. By next Monday afternoon, I'd greet one of the first colonial explorers of Malaysia - the Portuguese. It is very strange, and thank God, I survived and will continue surviving. In fact, many have told me I live the dream of many. Yet, I am but a subject of God, seeking and looking for His will be done. My part in Spain is considered done. I had my share of witnessing Asian church with some young people. Though not many, I pray someone's heart was touched by Christ like how He has touched mine.
With packing to be done tonight, and tomorrow morning, I'm getting nervous about moving. Would I be able to finish packing on time before my friend's visit this weekend? Where will I be for my final semester? Yet, an assurance in my heart that His will be done unto me. As much as I'd love to be where my heart would like to be, whatever that happens, it always happens for a reason. All the ugly stuffs which happened to me this semester, all the past uncomfortable experiences with individuals... All have gone with the north wind to somewhere beyond my knowledge. With a new chapter of my life starting in Lisbon, Portugal, I pray that I'm closing this chapter of my life beautifully. I have bade farewell to people who matter to me starting early this week, been on a trip to Malta and Madrid and Granada to visit various people, done all my exams and did pretty well for some of them... All these "doing" parts, I have completed. It is time to settle down and start with the "listening" parts.
With the start of Lenten season last Wednesday, carrying the promise that I am an ambassador and soldier of Christ, a promise which I have made solemnly before the Bishop of Malacca-Johor diocese then during my Confirmation, I pray that I will go forth and witness for Jesus with the aid of the Holy Spirit. May the Lord shines His perpetual light upon me and everyone out there. Amen.
