Run. Run. Runaway Run.

I've been feeling unusually and exceptionally tired these few days. Don't know why. Especially since I don't have anything in particular to do. Probably because I've been running. Running from responsibilities. Running to sort things out. Runing away from sorting things out. Running from people.

When the only place I should be running towards is into His presence.

I've finally cleared up my backlog of emails I've been running from. Apologies to all those who have suffered as a result of my tardiness. I also had to face up to my timetable, and to stare at what lies ahead of me for the next 3 years.

It is absolutely terrifying.

I hadn't realised it. I don't even feel ready. Mentally or emotionally. For what is to come.

And it seems like its going to be a nonstop barrage of information to take onboard for the next 3 years. And I will have to work hard. Very hard. [I really don't normally. I just do enough to get by.] But it seems like I have to buckle down to exceptionally hard work.

Sigh.

And I haven't even solved my immediate problem of accomodation.

Talk about times when I have to rely on God fully for strength. I have no other way.