Torn apart

Just last week, I decided to stay. And this week something screw up again. I was just furious, and angry pple lose their temper easily. Loosing temper to a colleague is not appropriate. Haiz.. I could not decide to leave or not to leave.

Ytd was a blessing. J, who happened to be a missionary friend of mine, is one of the key personnel at my workplace. She poured out all her stress to me, and shared her struggles honestly. She let me see the other side of the story and understand that I am not struggling alone. And she asked me to pray about my decision.

I need time.
I need to pray.
I need to be gentle.