i've always been told that you must be introspective if you ever hope to make it to med school. and so i took that piece of advice to heart; maybe even too seriously. i feel like sometimes im too overanalytical about my situation, to the point where i examine myself to death.
but i've always been told that just keeping those thoughts within my head will never suffice, and so i find myself starting up a blog at 12:20AM.
i highly doubt ill be able to update this on a regular basis; my schedule is busy enough as is and i really don't want another thing to do...i hope this blog doesn't turn into another outlet through which i can complain about how busy i am, and i really hope that excerpts from my academic life don't manage to creep their way into this thing...
...though i feel it is inevitable...
nevertheless, i experience too much personal memorabilia over the course of my busy day, and they always find a way to elude me before my long-term memory has a chance to do its job.
it's been a long time since i've been home. i talked to my parents last week about how tough my semester's been, and just about all the personal conflicts that ive had to endure over the course of the school year.
they called me today, the both of them. simultaneously. on conference call.....
just to talk. what a relief. i thought i was in trouble the minute i heard both of their voices at the same time. but it was just to shepherd me according to their own past experiences.
that's one thing ive always valued about my life, and it's something i wish many other teenagers had the privilege of having. not just parents that they are on good terms with, but with whom they can confide in.
from the time i was in 1st grade, ive always been taught that the fifth commandment is to honor your father and mother. this was chiefly theoretical and unnattainable from a young age, but has gradually turned into reality as i've gotten older. i've always believed that this commandment became easier as one matures, and i have yet to be wrong. parents are no longer a nuisance.
my tuesdays start 8 in the morning and go non-stop until 9:45PM...then my day begins... or should i say studying. that's when my parents called. typically, tuesday nights are off limits for anyone that wishes to talk to me, but for some reason i wish my conversation with my parents could have lasted the rest of the night. ive had a deep longing within me this entire semester to have soul-to-soul talks with people, and in one marvelous way after another, i found too much wisdom and comfort in their words to the point where i felt like i was more than just two hundred feet away from all the endless schoolwork and stress that was left behind...
...if only it couldve lasted longer...
back to reality. the academics never cease to exist...
a call, and that was enough.
maybe the Lord was out there interceding me, meeting me where i was at.
its 12:33AM and that means i am thirty-three minutes overdue on my desired bedtime for tonight. after all, another day begins tomorrow when i get out of bed...at 5:15AM
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"Then Samuel took a stone and set it between Mizpah and Shen; and he called its name Ebenezer and said, Thus far Jehovah has helped us" 1 Samuel 7:12
In 1 Samuel 4:1-11 and 5:1, the Ebenezer is strangely identified with a particular site, about four miles south of Gilgal, where the Israelites were twice defeated by the Philistines and the Ark of the Covenant was stolen. These battles took place, however, before the site was actually named Ebenezer.
The site wasn’t named Ebenezer until after the Israelites finally defeated the Philistines, and took back the Ark of the Covenant. To commemorate the victorious battle, Samuel set up a marker-stone, named it "Stone of Help," and thereby the site became identified with the stone and with the place where God’s miraculous help aided them in their victory over the Philistines. The stone, standing up-right, was called "Ebenezer," and the site naturally took on that name as well. The etymological roots of the word, thus defined, should demonstrate that an "Ebenezer" is, literally, a "Stone of Help," or a reminder of God’s Real, Holy Presence and Divine aid.
Samuel placed a large stone at the place where this restoration began. He publicly dedicated it as a monument to God's help, God's faithfulness, God's eternal covenant. And as the people got on with their lives, the stone stood there, visible to all who passed that way, a reminder of judgment and repentance, mercy and restoration.
It also said something important about God: his mercies are everlasting; his covenant is forever.
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