Finally survived the last week of the semester and it feels good to have all of my finals behind me. The past week was truly a mental struggle. There were a couple of days where I had to pull an all-nighter and if not, I slept just when the sun was about to rise. All-nighter. A term used by students when they neglect sleep usually for a reason of preparing themselves for a test that could make or break their career. I am a person who values sleep a lot so I was not in my best shape the entire week when I had to neglect one of the most treasured things in my life. I strenuously tried to retain a great load of information in my head with a half-awake mind. Every day, I sat in the corner of our couch, burning my brows from morning till dawn. (I have to acknowledge my family's sacrifice of not watching their favorite shows because of me.) The house was always so quiet that the usual sound you would hear was me murmur-reading the contents of Pharm or Patho.
It was a crazy week, I admit, but the Lord was faithful to supply me every day. I have not been able to spend personal morning time with the Lord because I could not wake up in time and I am immune to my alarm clock's nagging. But because I had been sleeping irregularly, I found myself awake at five in the morning which usually is the perfect time to talk to the Lord. I was able to do this a couple of times throughout the week and I just gotta say that it was the sweetest and most rewarding feeling of all! I miss feeling like that. The atmosphere was just peaceful and quiet. Your mind is empty of worries, thoughts and anxieties because you are just beginning your day. In my case, although I was preoccupied with my exam, the calm environment made it easy to really lose myself into the personal fellowship. The morning dew was fresh. The manna was rich. His grace was my supply. His presence was my rest. His life was my growth. There was the emptying then the filling. To His love I felt bound. To His bossoms I was drawn near. Throughout the day I was enjoying Him. Then I was thirsty for Him again, I was hungry again, and I was longing for His supply. The Lord used my week to gain me thoroughly and remind me how important and precious it is to spend and give my morning to the Lord. Every morning I have to fight the sloth inside me and be powered up in His word and presence.
