I took time out from studying to take a walk downstairs just now. It was nice to get away and just wander around on my own.. indulge in my own personal bubble for a bit.
I remember frowning when I flipped through my planner and saw there isn't a week coming up where I have absolutely nothing to fill it in with.
Everyday there's something to do.
If it isn't people, then it's studies, if not studies then it's work, or else keyboard class or jamming.
And then I remember jumping around a lot when I finally found one week completely free - That's in December... Late December.
But still, how many times when there are so much things at hand, and yet at the end of the day God has safely brought us through?
The Lord really is my light and comfort. He's my candle in the dark path ahead.
Although He doesn't show the whole way.. But still, always enough to last each day.
And I can't thank Him enough for that.