Into your arms, O Lord

It is 11 minutes to midnight here in Singapore, according to my computer's clock. It is usually this hour of the day that I feel a strange and overwhelming sense of alone-ness. Not loneliness. This acute sense of me and the world, of one single soul versus the vastness of this universe. Of dust and the One who created dust into His own image.
Today, I got to know Him a bit more. Nothing spectacular, nothing splendid, nothing big. Just a deep sense of peace, and a gentle voice. It was as if I walked into a deep forest, where even the slightest sound of falling leaf could be echoed so clearly. No fear, absolutely calm and composed. And the spirit of God was a breeze of gentleness, lightly sweeping across the forest and leading me deeper into the woods. That was when I knew for sure, something fundamental had been changed. For a long time to come, I will recall this moment with gladness and gratitude, for God has met me at the deep of my soul.
Back to Singapore, I am currently having quite a bit to juggle with. Thesis and job application. Opportunities abound but I just feel very keen on returning to Vietnam to work. The reason is simple: my parents, whom God has pointed out to me to be my ministry. Of course, staying in Singapore is a much easier option; but I just don't feel at peace with it. Even though, a friend of my brother highlighted to me some disadvantages of returning to Vietnam right upon my graduation, and his point was valid, I have to admit that I am not so much bothered about it. Firstly, who can tell the future? Secondly, it just seems that it's gotta be this way. I am still very much confused whether it is really God's voice or just noises. So I will continue to pray. Yet, different from just month ago, I am not bugged by anxiety this time. I just know that