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Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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Stamped: 23:33:00

Just got my rota today.

Apparently I'll be doing registrar calls on and off starting next month.

As grateful as I am for the promotion, I fear, in similar manner, of the seniors' wrath.

How can they make me registrar before those who are 3-4 years my senior??!?!

I sense, an uproar.



At times like this, all I can do is just to remain still.... And pray.

For Him to give me wisdom to do the best for the patients... And correctly.

For Him to bring peace to those who feels injustice has been done.

For Him to guide my heart to mend the broken fences.

For Him, to show me, what He sees in me, thru His eyes.

For Him, to give me faith to believe that this is His will, and I will follow.



He has brought me back here.

He has seen me walk so far.

And now, I need to run.



 In Him, I believe.



Time to put on the running shoes.



- jess -

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