I hope it's not too late to pray.
I hope it's not too late to pray. I know a lot of family and friends who are praying for me and I thank them prayer warriors. But I have only said one thing to Him up there. He knows my heart even before I speak it out. He made me come this far and there must be a purpose why he brought me here and now. I did not even expect to be here but I worked for this. It all started with a vision and I worked and worked for that vision, that dream I have for myself. If He wills it that I will finally be here, then He will give it to me. I hope He will. I really pray with all my heart that He does give it to me this time.
I hope it's not too late to pray. Actually, I haven't talked to Him about this of late because I have surrendered my will to Him, even before this application season began. But still, God, you would know which one I would choose if you make me.
I have a lot of apprehensions right now, like, if I can blend with the working environment here, taking into consideration that I'm diving head first into an entirely different culture. It's not that I have never given those challenges a thought while I was embarking on this endeavor. Of course, I did, and those challenges never made me make a 180-degree turn from where I was standing then. If He really wants me here, I take the challenge with earnest because finally getting the job is what I envisioned for myself when I left my first residency stint back in the Philippines. There's nothing more I want now but to train in this field of medicine that I am in love with. If He gives me the job, I assure Him, that whatever comes out of it will really go a long way. He knows absolutely what I meant with that.
I hope it's not too late to pray. One week more. I hope He hears me and gives this job to me. I want it badly, Lord. Please, Lord. I'm down on bended knees.