As part of my educational induction, well-meaning colleagues provided time-filler solutions to ease my percevied boredom. They suggested that I go through educational materials and resources in order to familiarise myself with the scope of the material and how it can be used in group sessions. There are such effective tools like short films, movies and documentaries that can be used to illustrate complex concepts. I have concluded that “School of Rock” is one such effective tool, and I hope that I will have the opportunity to evaluate the usefulness of other tools. Heh.
Time flies when one is learning and having 3 hour lunches. Don’t worry, there are actually days when I learn quite a lot more. Which is also why I’m really excited about tomorrow, despite it being crazy packed.
Dance was a rather humourous disaster that left me highly amused. I started on dance with the intention of letting go of my inhibitions and my need for control, to do something that I’ve always been afraid to try because I knew I could never be any good. I have a feeling I’m a bit unstrung, because of my tendency to spin and twirl out of control. Instead of half turns and spins, I allow myself to be spun around a full round. Messy chaos is turning out to be rather fun, especially when I have no qualms about making mistakes in front of everybody. That stupid Calvin kept pulling me forward for his silly demonstrations, although I’m probably only good at showing what one should not do. But I am quite impressed with the cool hand tap trick that he played on me. A slight tap on my hand with his and somehow, even my ever-klutzy, stiff and no sense of direction self was able to twirl, twist and spin with ease and clarity. Chris had to be really patient with me, because when it comes to dance I’m really slow. That, coupled with my poor coordination and sense of direction – I agree it is a miracle that we finally managed to master the step. I’m going to actually miss dance if we do not continue. Weird.
Ms Yeow, if you do get to read this, Chris bought dancing shoes from HK, apparently they’re much cheaper there. Buy them there!
Skype is the anti-social msn, without all the fancy extras and with the option to be hidden from everyone else, except those who matter. I’m avoidng the 5000 emails in my inbox, that scream for my attention and action. There is such a thing as being over-excited about doing too much.
How can I find hope in dying, with promises unseen..
How can I learn your way is better
In everything I’m taught to be..
Isn’t that crazy
I have not been called to the wisdom of this world..
But to a God who’s calling out to me..
And even though the world may think
I’m losing touch with reality
It would be crazy
To choose this world over eternity
Crazy – MercyMe
For days much like this, when I’m walking forward, merely holding onto hope. Hope that calls forth not the prayer of little faith but a prayer that calls for unwavering trust in His character.
On Hope (from my fav christian newsletter):
“Hope is learned — it is not a given. You don’t just do it; you don’t just have it; you grope for it in the dark.”
He went on to say, “I can see the shape of hope; it seems so tangible to me that I want to make a place on the chemical chart for it. It has become elemental…. Whether it be disease, prison, a labor camp, poverty or AIDS, the human spirit is wired for hope by a gracious God who says ‘Hold on!’ even when and if the end is near.”
And we don’t hold on just to be battered by life’s twists and turns, as Jarrod was during his last months. We hold on because this journey is ultimately leading somewhere good — Jarrod’s journey, my journey, all of ours. Like small rivulets that flow through rocky places, hope invites us to follow it back to the Source.
“As we find hope,” Jarrod wrote, “We find evidence that He’s just been here. Hope is the bread crumbs that God leaves for us, not just to find our deepest desire or dream — but Him.”
