I effortlessly dug my own grave at the expense of my beauty sleep. My eyes gave way at 2am today when I was in the midst of studying for the Chemistry Test, which I am certain I would not meet the mark. I am beginning to grow more apathetic towards the workpile which rains down like poo. It is not that I am unconcerned about my grades. I am probably too demoralised when I think about the amount of efforts I have to make in order to get an unconditional promotion. Even if I really give the best of my efforts, I worry that the chances of seeing myself promote at the end of the year stand low. In other words, I doubt my intellectual ability.
Instead of being the encourager, God sent a non-believer to me yesterday night to rouse me out of my apprehension. He mentioned a very cliche line: Just do your best. The result does not matter. If a non-believer can say this and live up to it.. I really wonder what on earth I am doing.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Help me do life with You.
