a little remembrance

My interview with UWE is only hours away. I do think about it, although there is no extreme nervousness inside me. I realize that I know nothing about what will they ask me about. Whether it is a general type of questions or more specific questions relating the topic of the PhD position, I don't know and have no clues. One thing I know and do is to cling wholeheartedly to my Father God.
At the same time, my best friend, Yulie, will have her viva at the same day, but earlier than me. My interview is around 10 pm (about 2 pm UK time), her viva is at 9 am in the morning. I pray that The Lord gives her success and confidence in facing her viva. Amen.

Another news is about my sister, Grace. Thanks for all the prayers and encouragements. However, I am so sad to say that her condition has been worsened these several days. And, unavoidably, she had to go to hospital today. Yesterday, my parents took her to Surabaya for a check up to the specialist (dokter paru-paru) that we've known well. The result was disappointing; the pneumonia has become more serious, and so she has to go to hospital. At the moment, she is staying at Darmo hospital in Surabaya.
This actually reminds me of my childhood around her age. Once, I broke my elbow at a salon. I fell because I stumbled on something while walking and reading a magazine at the same time when I was waiting for my mum having her haircut. I was sent to the same hospital, Rumah Sakit Darmo, we call it in Indonesian.
The first night I was there, I cried because it was too warm (I wasn't in the VIP room) and so many mosquitoes. In addition, I was alone. The nurse had to ring my mum and ask her to accompany me. Nothing compares a mother's love.
Days I was there, I can't remember the exact number, but it felt forever for a little child like me. When the operation time came, I was scared, but because my mum was there, I was in peace. The recovery was long.
I had to endure more than a month living only with one arm and one hand functioning well. Two operations and many therapies, but above all, abundance of my mother's love that really healed me. And I know, she is doing it again... for my little sister. I know she's tired and exhausted, but for her, it is nothing compared to the joy of seeing her little child recovered again.

Please pray for my Mother and my little sister, my friends. I appreciate your prayers, for I believe that there are powers in prayers.

I'd also like to say a 'temporary farewell', I will be away for a-week-trip on an education fair like what I've done in November. So please also pray for my journey safety and my health. Thank you.

God bless you all! Until the next posting! ;)

Father...
Everything is still the same;
The laughters, the jokes and the feelings.
But many things have to be buried under...
Making us feel so stuffy and tired.
Hence, I ask for peace.

Father, I surrender.
Everything.

- nie, 18 Jan 2007, 12.33 am, Dps.