The Shepherd Speaks

But there's also this, it's not too late
God's personal Message! --
"Come back to me and really mean it!
Come fasting and weeping, sorry for your sins!"

Change your life, not just your clothes,
Come back to God, your God
And here's why, God is kind and merciful
He takes a deep breath, puts up with a lot
The most patient God, extravagant in love
Always ready to cancel catastrophe
Who knows? Maybe he'll do it now
Maybe he'll turn around and show pity
Maybe when all's said and done,
There'll be blessings full and robust for your God

Shepherd

"When you can't sleep, don't count the sheep... talk to the Shepherd."

I don't know if this was said by someone wise and famous. Or maybe its a quote from Anonymous. He seems to have said a lot of things nobody else said.

I have no problem with sleeping. Being chronically deprived of sleep has a lot of quirks. Among them is the ability to sleep the second one's head touches the pillow.
It's the other half that got to me.

Talk to the Shepherd.

I haven't talked to Him in a long while. And I just want to say I miss Him lots.

:(

You

You
by Bethany
taken from the album, Fantasy Fool, 2011

I can't let my feelings take me
To live in places I once feared
Coz fear can only push me farther
Away from all I used to be

It's been a while I tried to talk to you
I admit I sometimes hear you speak
The more I tend to walk away from truth
The better these lies appeal

I know you have a bigger dream for me
But I've forgotten just how to sleep
Guilt inside this mind can kill a dream
But I'm learning now to forgive... myself

You. All I need is you
I can't see myself, going my own way

I can't let fantasy fool me
And blind me from what is real
Life is more than granted wishes
Is more than just how you feel

I know you have a bigger dream for me
But I've forgotten just how to sleep
Guilt inside this mind can kill a dream
But I'm learning now to forgive... myself

You. All I need is you
I can't see myself, going my own way
If I'm not with you, all I need is you
I'd rather be alone, than be with someone else

You. All I need is you
I'd rather be alone, than be with someone else

I can't let fantasy fool me
And blind me from what is real

Fumigation

Everywhere else, the battle between life and death is fought. With antibiotics and IV lines, scalpels and stitches, and when all else fail, breathing tubes and epinephrine. A cacophony of sounds sets the background theme, the OST of hospital life. The gasping breath and the hum of ventilators... quiet conversations interspersed with wails of pain and anguish... the paging system calling "Code 89, Emergency Room."

But at the end of the second floor, there's a hush. A neat line of empty beds occupy the floor. The nurses' station is unmanned. No mothers screaming in agony. No babies announcing their grand entrance into the world.

Fumigation. A sweet word.

For eleven days, we rested. For eleven days we had peace and boredom.

Tomorrow, all hell will break loose.

Purple!

I cannot help but notice that my last post was AGES ago. I've been itching to delete the whole thing and start anew (like I always do). But this bad habit of blog jumping has got to stop. So instead, I spent practically the whole afternoon searching for the perfect layout.

My search was not in vain. Tadaaaaa!

I looove it!

Okay, so can you tell what my favorite color is?

On the downside, this layout does not lend me any credibility. How could anyone take me seriously? It's too whimsical and too purple. So I'm thinking of cooking up a new, purely medical blog. I'll name it Ethereal. It will be a chronicle of my medical journey towards my chosen field... Anesthesiology.

But as for now, I still can't get over how purple this is.

<3