It is almost a month since I left my job and started teaching. Well, more writing syllabus than teaching at this point. I've never been happier. There are some days where I work much harder than the days at Oculus but the fulfillment and enjoyment to the soul is many times higher.

Good times always have a price to pay. I'm being paid way lower than before and the biggest of my worries now is money. For those of you who don't know yet, I'm teaching at Harvest Care Centre, a Christian outreach ministry started by the Harvester Assembly of God. The care centre is a non-profit ministry, so the pay is extremely low.

Doing God's work has fed my soul tremendously but it's a test of how much I trust God to provide for me. It isn't a very nice test to go through.

Today is day 2 of freedom. The 'trauma' from my experience in a design agency has pretty much left me not wanting to commit at all to the commercial world, yet there is anxiety over no secured source of income.

I want my degree in drama or dance simply because I love both and I've indentified them as God-given talents. But where is this degree going to take me or how can I serve God with it is another issue. Besides, both are expensive courses to take, considering the impracticality of it. On the other hand, I don't wish to live and regret the missed opportunity to pursue a dream. Does God honour dreams and take our passions into consideration in His plan?

Yesterday, I went to visit my ex-tutor and found out her husband had passed away over a month ago. When she told me, she starting weeping and I was quite in a state of shock. I remembered at once a girl in BSF who shared that life was fragile. Indeed, we are flowers that fade with the seasons. Over the last few months, how many deaths have I heard of and how many wakes have I attended? It gets depressing and worse, knowing some deaths are unsaved. How does Rom 8:28 apply. I have no idea.