I’m facing the giants. Come what may.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Hi, I’m Bekah.
I like philosophy, Christian apologetics, and history - especially war history, but I have a soft spot for the pre-Depression era automobile revolution in America. Writing is my way of dealing. I write to remember, and, in a way, writing is also very cathartic. I used to be a pathos writer, but now I’m more of a logos writer. I embrace the five solas and Calvinism. I have always adored poems that rhyme, especially Lewis Carroll’s, and LM Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables series. When I feel intense pain or sadness, it often feels like it comes from my guts, knocking the wind out of me. Yet when I feel intense joy or thrill, it seems to come from my chest instead, almost as though I could fly.
I like marshmallows, chocolate and Scrubs. Alternative rock (eg. Lifehouse, David Hodges) and pop punk music (eg. Every Avenue, We the Kings) keeps life light, and I have a fetish for seeing song lyrics in sentences. Disney holds a special place because it taught me to dream. My favourite scent is the scent of the woods, and my favourite sound is the sound of the sea. The sight of a dark night sky full of stars takes my breath away. I have always wondered, with melancholy, why the most glorious part of day comes just before it cedes to night? For that matter, I like Pirates of the Caribbean and Hans Zimmer’s composition. I love to laugh, loud and long and clear. I will never forget how warm it felt to stand by the fire on a cold, foggy day in UK when everything else was simply too cold by contrast. One day I want to dance in a field of daisies.
I want to remember forever that gentleman with frontotemporal dementia because he took me back to the start and reminded me, all over again, why I wanted to be a doctor in the first place. I wanted to be able to speak to him kindly, take his hand, and tell him that he is able to go home – and that would have been enough for him. So someday I hope to be a doctor and be able to give a little part of me to every patient I encounter, and have that mean the world to the individual who needs it the most, even if there’s nothing left to be done medically.
I live each day by dollops of God’s grace, enveloped in His love. Christ is alive in me, and I am dead apart from him, and so I cling onto this hope. I have the blessed assurance that because He lives, I can face tomorrow. I think we ought never to forget that - the sinless died in the sinner’s stead - He died that we might live. Joy is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart when the King is in residence there. For I have been redeemed, I am no longer afraid. He has overcome the world, so that I may have His peace within me.
My raison d’être: To live a life in adoration and love of God, abiding by His precepts in the blessed assurance of His faithfulness, and in all I do, give my utmost for His highest, to glorify my God with all my life, till His grace leads me home.
Keep the faith, everything will be beautiful in the end.