On Eagle’s wings.

Two days ago, having been completely burnt out from work, I thought to myself: No way in the world would it be possible to follow through with the invitation to speak to a group of youth at another church’s youth service on Sunday (today). I was in no mood to meet any more people, much less say anything inspiring.

But I had accepted the invite 2 months ago, and they had already planned it into their bulletin. Little did I realize how much the sharing would nourish my soul as well, as I shared what God laid on my heart. I entitled my sharing Broken Bread: Where we are weak and have come to the end of ourselves, is where God can truly begin and take over. Just like in the story of how God fed the 5000 starving people after breaking the 5 loaves of bread, we too can be used to bless our communities when we allow ourselves to be broken and completely surrendered to God.

Today’s sharing went well. Instead of feeling drained and dry, I felt like God had taken me further than I had expected. Today, was an example of God’s power through a broken spirit. 

I thought about the sprint triathlon I completed last week, how at the last leg of the race, I had wanted to slow down, just like all my previous races. After all, after the swim in the sea and the bike ride, my legs were already like jelly on the run. But as I focused my mind on God and how good He has been to me, how much He loves us, I felt a supernatural ability to carry my legs further and faster. I focused my mind on the fact that He hopes for each of us to finish strong in the race of life. Similarly, just as I had felt I had used up all my fuel and was completely wasted this week, God came to rescue me and helped me finish strong.

It’s funny. Some people would say, hold back. Drop the speaking invitations. Say no. And I do believe, there is room for that. I have, on many occasions, said no and have had wide expanses of time to myself, thinking, reflecting, swimming, biking, being by myself to recharge. But today, came the clear voice: Dig deep. This is a season of s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g. 

Not just in the workplace. But in other emotional areas which challenge me each day to fix my eyes on the positive, on God.

This season, is a time of coming to the edge of a cliff, seeing the two options of jumping to one’s tragic death or in faith, taking the leap to fly, and choosing the better option of the two.

The more broken we are, the more God can use us because of our position of humility.

Tomorrow, will be a new day at work, at a new hospital, at a new department, with new working cultures and protocols and new stressful situations to deal with. This hospital will be even busier than the previous one and I’ll be on my 30-hour shifts more frequently. To be honest, I’m scared. Of angry nuress and bludgeoning surgeons and crazy working hours. But I know, that as we fall to our knees, God’s power will surely lift us up and carry us through the winds on wings of eagles.

 Cheers to 80-hour work weeks.

“I can do everything through him who gives me strength.”

-Phil 4:13

Wai Jia appreciates your prayers during this season of stretching in her life.