Sister Bern, one of the missionary sisters I met at a catholic school I worked before once told me about the importance of each grain of rice. She was telling me a parable, though I am quite familiar with some biblical parables, if not all.
It just came into my mind how she emphasized the importance of everything into our life. Even the morsels on the table... Then, it went on as flashback the people I left behind, family and friends. It was a big sacrifice to deny yourself about your family. It was very hard to forget them just because you need to. It broke my heart to leave on that cold dawn of September to make my flight away.
It must probably be one of the crucial steps that you should take once you have decided to go abroad. Conditioning the mind is easy to say but hard to do. I said that months before departure, like - yes, I can do it. Only to find myself in deep tears as I turned my head to check in. Was I only very emotional? No, not at all. Single or married, young and old, man or woman has emotions especially when concerning about the family and people they loved.
Do not just wipe out the memories of the people you once have in your life, like what we always did with morsels left on the table. Each of them brings joy ad inspiration. With only just a thought that once I was with my father and mother, sisters and brothers, it really inspires me and energizes me to go on again. With the thought that I have with me a family who delighted my day as I get home every night, is just a big blessings that I never thought existing because of too much things to carry out.
I'd like to say this to all whose beloved ones are left behind, to never cease praying and hoping that we could be united again with our loved ones, friends and family one of these days...in His time and will.
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