Monday, March 07, 2011

Leaving Early Makes Me Late


Sounds backwards, no? But it's true. In my nearly two years of teaching in Richmond and living downtown, I have learned that it does not pay to leave school early, unless I want to leave at 3:30 (which doesn't happen unless I have an appointment that I am rushing to).

If I leave at 4:45-5:30 (which are respectable departure times from workplaces), I am doomed to be stuck in ugly post-work traffic, jacking my commute time somewhere north of 60 minutes. It also jacks my blood pressure north of normal too. Not great.

If, however, I leave sometime closer to 6:00 p.m., I can get home in 30-40 minutes, which begs the question, "Why leave early?" It really doesn't pay and I end up taking forever to get home, and those minutes are precious ones better spent being productive at work, right?

So in case anyone wonders why I stay so late and seem to be such a workaholic, there honestly is method to my seeming madness. It's simply practical, and as a hard-working, first-generation native Canadian-Chinese person, practical is sort of my middle name. ;)

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Peace Please

It's an anxious season in my life right now, mostly due to the busy things that simply must be done for work. As I find myself caught up in the maelstrom of stressors, it is easy for me to be sucked down into despair and hopelessness.

Today I took a personal day, and part of the day I intended for decompressing from these stressors. However, due to a series of miscommunications and unfortunate events, we ended up late for an appointment and plagued with responsibilities from Hubbs' work and our company first thing in the morning. By the time 9:00 am rolled around, I was more wound up than ever, the complete opposite condition to the one I had intended.

So I prayed. This, in a nutshell, was my prayer:

Please overwhelm me with Your peace.
Fill me with it.
Soak me with it.
Completely immerse me in it and drench me entirely with it.
I need the peace that only You can provide.

After I prayed in a desperate bid to unwind, I found myself leaking stress like a defective balloon. It just began to leave me inexplicably (well, it's explicable, but by explicable I mean it was God, done supernaturally, which isn't explicable). Now, to be honest, I am not one whose first reaction is to pray; I wish I was that inclined to rely on God, but my busted human nature is prone to self-reliance and independence, and I often choose to wallow in my stress rather than trust my Savior. This was a last-ditch effort to undo a crappy morning, and yet my Father, who is faithful and beyond gracious to a sinner like me, chose to answer my prayer and bless me with the peace that transcends all human understanding.

How blessed am I! And so, what started as a stressful day has now become the Sabbath that I was seeking to have, all thanks due to the Lord. Praise Him.

Moral of the story? Don't be dumb. Pray first.