V - the story of: Round Two.
Monday, October 01, 2007

« Round Two. »

So, the second year has come around.

I remember starting this blog about a year ago, because a certain Kam Cheng convinced me to.

How has it started? Pretty good, I guess. I'm alive and kicking. I'm living with three great people in my own house. I've a solid group of friends in uni. I've learnt much about myself, which is what I wanted when I put down "Psychology BSc Hons" on my course choices. And I'm out of action for sport/football for at least 6 months.

Where do I start? I guess you'll want to know about how I moved into my house.

Originally, I thought that I would like to move out somewhere ideally close to uni and church, maybe slightly closer to church...The main reason for this was so that I wasn't being a leech any longer to my Dad. Personally, independance is when people aren't pursuing you, asking after things that you should have sorted out through good planning and initiative. For example..."Do you want me to cook for you?" Or "Do you want me to wash up the dishes?"; "Have you hoovered your room up yet?". I felt a quick and dirty way of learning a lot of that is through moving out and spending a year doing things on my own.

So, around June, I started asking some of my friends on my course. Initially, me and two girls were looking. After a while, one of my friends pulled out, because she couldn't maintain the cost of her car and house; she put her car as a higher priority than moving out, because she could be more independant, going where she wanted, when she wanted. That left me with my coursemate, Odoley...who is a girl. A guy being left in a house alone with a girl...leaves him in an untenable position. It's like saying "let's do dodgy things together" every night we're alone, even if things seem ok for the first few months. So I pulled out too. Looked like I was going to stay at home...until a friend told me he wanted to move to Manchester so he could be closer to his friends. Awesome. So I called back Odoley, who had nowhere to stay when I last checked. She was actually teaming up with Ibi, another coursemate, and someone else. So, we quickly joined forces against the forces of accomodation-less evil and became a gang of five. After lots of looking around, we eventually landed on two places where we wanted to move into soon, as uni was starting not too far from then. One place was dirt cheap, but when me and Odoley looked at it, the place wasn't finished...he promised us it would've been done in a month, more or less in time for us to start uni. The other place was gorgeous; lots of the furniture and utensils were brand new. However...the larger size of the unfinished house appealed to the majority of our gang of five. So...we eventually decided to go. Haha. Odoley and Ibi came all the way from London with a single coach ticket, with all their gear; suitcases, hairdryers, textbooks, all their uni malarky. I meet them and we get a taxi to the house. We arrive. We open the door.

It's unfinished.

And when I mean it's unfinished, I didn't mean that half the house hadn't been built yet. Not QUITE as dramatic as that. However, the ONLY shower in the house wasn't functioning, the rubbery solder material that joins the bath to the wall, which is originally WHITE, was BLACK. The toilet wasn't working. There was a slug living on my window sill (in the room I was GOING to move into, anyways!). Phone wires were dangling from the ceiling. Spices were strewn all over the drawers and kitchen floor. Even for students, this house wasn't suitable for living. That's saying something. Deflated and in despair, Ibi and Odoley retired to Ibi's aunty's place for the day. Soon after that incident, the fifth person, Odoley's friend who I haven't met yet, pulled out. Five became four. I had no idea what to do.

Until I remembered there was an aunty who owned a four person property. It was cheap, but everything was brand new. I called her, to find out that it was still available, but going soon, due to the high interest from other groups. We looked at it on a Friday. We moved in on the following Saturday.

God is good...because I have been praying in bits and babs across summer about the house, somewhere close to uni and church. Yet, even as we lost the opportunity to move in that day, because the landlord hadn't made sure the house was finished, I felt that God still had plans for me to move out. The house I'm in takes fifteen minutes to walk to uni or church. He's a faithful One. For sure.

Uni started on the 24th September. It felt almost good, knowing where I needed to be, which buildings where what, being able to walk on Oxford Road alone, with a purpose and not just idling about.

I attended Student Fellowship on Thursday. It is so good to be spiritually fed. Grace, the assistant fellowship leader. shared with us a passage from Haggai 1. The Lord was telling Haggai a message to pass onto the Jews, who were allowed to return to Jerusalem after a long time of exile. God was telling them to rebuild God's temple, not just rebuild their houses. "Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but have harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it." That's what God said to the Jews, in order to convey that as humans, we are never satisfied with what we have; even if we have money, we usually want more to be comfortable or safe, or to buy something we like. We might overeat, because we don't think we've had enough. Then God projects His message clearly by saying "Go up into the mountains and bring down timber and build the house, so that I may take pleasure in it and be honoured." (verse 8). "You expected much, but see, it turned out to be little. Why? Because of my house, which remains a ruin, while each of you is busy with his own house."

Grace's message to us was that although we are the temple of the Holy Spirit and need no physical construction of a place for God's presence, how often do we actually MAKE time for God and worship Him through prayer, reading His word, taking time out to preach the Gospel and just glorify Him, rather than putting God into OUR routine? Do we actually prioritise glorifying God first, before organising our lives?

That was such an awesome worship message. It reminded me very much of the 1 Timothy 4:1-5 message. It says that "If anyone sets his heart on being an overseer, he desires a noble task...He must manage his own family well and see that his children obey him with proper respect. (If anyone does not know how to manage his own family, how can he take care of God's church?)

As time passed...even after two weeks went by...I realised that it was so easy to be an irresponsible student. To just ditch my family behind and enjoy myself, as I wanted, all about me me me. Daniel is still young, but uneducated and without guidance in life, career wise, academically, socially or spiritually. Dad is so busy preparing sermons, flying to the other side of the world to preach, going to lectures and setting up his gambling help ministry, that he doesn't have much time to spend with his sons, or to maintain the house. Moving out, after realising this, was like a relentless, perpetual pain, gently carving, then tearing and scrunching up my stomach. Shelley, the mother of Samuel, said to me the night before they left for Canada, that Dad would be so lonely without my company.

Even now, Dad is away in Milton Keanes, attending lectures. For the next two weeks, I'm back in Bury, living and looking after Daniel.

And I just can't do it on my own...

Being a student isn't easy, by any means. You scrape by this phase in life by drawing money from sundry sources, frivolously playing where you will, working as hard you need or want and somehow, finding yourself with a degree, with your name scrawled in fancy handwriting, and looking for a job. Yet, my student life is...almost haunted by the fact I can't enjoy myself. I do love my youth. But Dad's family is now my family. The absense of Mum means that everyone has to play a part in holding it up; everyone is each other's pillars. I'm trying to reach out to Daniel, but our relationship has never been great.

I tore a posterior cruciate ligament in my knee four months ago playing football. I paid no attention to it, because I usually heal quick. I'm not injury prone. But as I couldn't play properly due to pains whilst I play, I checked it out. Via an appointment and MRI scan results, the Doctor told me that I can have surgery or have physio first and see how that lasts. I don't want them to cut open my knee, possibly due to the inhibition the fear of pain presents, or maybe I just don't trust them. Either way, I'm going to try physio for a couple of months and see how it heals.

I'll probably be out of action for six months. I have a lot of time to grow...but I pray that God will show me how. I'm getting the heavy shoulder feeling, where I know I need to go through this, yet I can't see past the end of my fingertips. God is faithful and He's shown me that. There's such a fine balance between having fun and responsibilty...discipline is a skill that needs to be reinforced day by day, through sacrifice after sacrifice. I Just Need You Here With Me Right Now...

Because...


I just can't do it on my own...

V

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