Dentistry is not my passion. Books are. So there i go, working laboriously for God knows who. Day in day out, searching for patients, calling them, listening to their complains. Sometimes i even have to beg them to come and smile when i feel like crying. Waking up every morning dreading the day ahead, feeling all strength seeping out as the week progresses and looking forward to the Friday on Monday itself.
In times like these, who else can i look to but God himself?
1 I lift my eyes to the hills-
Where does my help comes from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
-Psalms 121
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
-Isaiah 40
Thus this busy bee continues her flight in search of honey knowing that this treasure she seeks is not for herself but for the queen bee. And for the queen bee, everything she does is worthwhile, even if it means laying down her own life. Lord, this is for you. It is the least that i can do, for it is nothing compared to the full price you've paid for me.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.
-Colossians 3:23


