It's been an intimidating and challenging first few weeks of school. Tests, not so nice results, exhaustion. Sometimes I wonder, is this all worth it? But God, I shall hang in there, I'm not throwing in the towel, I won't.

It's been tough, persecution, temptations, friendships, school, church. I never thought it'd been easy, but neither did I think it'd be that hard. Still I cling on to God's promise.

For he has shown me a humble boat, that has been anchored there for the longest time. Never moving because of the storms, always still, clinging to the seabed as like a lifeline as though the storm would swallow it up. But now it's time for the humble boat to lift it's anchor and move out to sea. To guide bigger vessels back to shore, to be that strength and support in the storm, because this small humble boat was a tugboat. It's purpose to ferry the big ships to shore and docking. Where they too can enjoy the safe anchoring that God shall provide.

I am that humble boat, the tugboat, it's time to move out, to the open seas when storms can smash into me, when sometimes it seems that the big vessels are too large or too heavy.

James 1:12
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.

Amen to that!