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July was quite a mad month, but I can only thank God for bringing me through these first three weeks of school albeit compounded with ministry work and the ad hoc stuff that somehow always comes my way.
At least Sunday School lecturing's done for now. Half-an-hour of teaching is really a breeze compared to the hours of preparation behind it, yet the work and prayer that goes into those preparatory hours manifests its quality in what may seem like a measly 30 minutes; there was also a small but lethal spiritual attack that I had to fight off which made it even harder to focus (AH SO that was what it was!! NGHH). Plus that teaching/preaching is certainly not a strong gift of mine — I could do nothing but rely on Him to grant me inspiration and a clear mind to formulate the lessons and to speak. Which was great, because it's doubtless that all glory goes to Him :) The timing during which I had to teach was perfect, also, as I had much resources to delve into, plus a conducive environment to prepare myself. School will only get more hectic from here, and this is surely the best time despite me still having to adjust to the new system.
It's 2am again and I'm still up doing my readings (and being a bit distracted right now of course). Academic writings aren't exactly the easiest to properly comprehend; I'm still in the midst of developing an optimum academic reading method for myself with the dictionary and good ol' Google as my BFFs... This also brings me to feel for my fellow schoolmates who do not have a adequate grasp of the English language and may not even have it as their first language!
It is easy for me to hole myself up and mug — I feel deficient as it is already — but them! I am glad that at least I can be in a position to be of assistance even with my futile abilities. What else can I do to help, I wonder...
At least Sunday School lecturing's done for now. Half-an-hour of teaching is really a breeze compared to the hours of preparation behind it, yet the work and prayer that goes into those preparatory hours manifests its quality in what may seem like a measly 30 minutes; there was also a small but lethal spiritual attack that I had to fight off which made it even harder to focus (AH SO that was what it was!! NGHH). Plus that teaching/preaching is certainly not a strong gift of mine — I could do nothing but rely on Him to grant me inspiration and a clear mind to formulate the lessons and to speak. Which was great, because it's doubtless that all glory goes to Him :) The timing during which I had to teach was perfect, also, as I had much resources to delve into, plus a conducive environment to prepare myself. School will only get more hectic from here, and this is surely the best time despite me still having to adjust to the new system.
It's 2am again and I'm still up doing my readings (and being a bit distracted right now of course). Academic writings aren't exactly the easiest to properly comprehend; I'm still in the midst of developing an optimum academic reading method for myself with the dictionary and good ol' Google as my BFFs... This also brings me to feel for my fellow schoolmates who do not have a adequate grasp of the English language and may not even have it as their first language!
It is easy for me to hole myself up and mug — I feel deficient as it is already — but them! I am glad that at least I can be in a position to be of assistance even with my futile abilities. What else can I do to help, I wonder...
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