Uncertainty.
Happens a lot in army life.
One moment I think the job's done.
The next, I find my duties piling.
Hence, whenever I find my job done, I try my best to avoid finding out stuff,
because knowing more means having a greater responsibility.
"I didn't know about it" is, most of the time, a valid excuse.
Responsibility. Why am I so afraid of it?
Burdens, perhaps. Huge burdens. Stress? Maybe.
The worst part of the duties is, of course, the work that I have to do.
Work. Work work work.
Perhaps a much disliked word in the working world.
Makes me feel tired and weary.
Takes up my energy and free time.
Work. Kinda meaningless in a meaningless world.
Purpose. That's what I need.
That's what the Christian is supposed to have.
Boy, it's not easy.
Still, Bible says that all our work are to be done unto God himself,
before superiors or anybody else.
Worship. That's what my work is supposed to be.
That's what's required of my lifestyle.
Above all, it's my response to a Saviour whose job was to die so that I can live.
Live... My life restored.
Uncertainty gone. My destiny is sealed.
Purpose is derived, meaning appears.
Work makes sense, grateful worship offered.