I’ve realised with each bad day I experience, you provide me with living examples of Your faithfulness. I’ve witnessed Your love poured out, through the friends and teachers You’ve blessed me with, through the little things in life I would otherwise not have treasured, and even in those apparent negative things, You’ve shown me what it means to trust wholly on You, and believe that You know best.

There is still the lingering bitterness, slight disappointment, that tears always come with. I’m learning along the way to treasure what I have, even tears. And I’m struggling to understand the reason for all these. Training ground, my dear, training ground. For greater battles, for greater wars, You are preparing me.

Grumbling, complaining, murmuring. Through it all, You have endured and loved me even then.

And today, I thank You for friends, I thank You for teachers (especially our CT and PCT, who have continually showered us with love and blessings; chocolates, brownies, kind words, and saving me from a demerit…), I thank You even for the things I’ve grumbled against.

Because of the unsettled spirit within me, I am unable to start work proper for the day.  Because of the lack of sleep, my willpower is wearing thin, and all that’s on my mind now, is sleep. Because of my impatience and pettyness, I am weary and hurt.

But above all, God, You are in control. I really need You to mould me.

The English Test. Hoho. Fail.

The TOK Essay. Not good. Shake your heads now.

The Business IA. Bad state. Thumbs down.

The Geography IA. Borrowed books. Nowhere. Boo.

The Chinese Exams. Too soon. Too scary.

The English IAs. Horrendous. Shapeless. Terrifying. No.

My number for the year, 307!

The Color Purple.