Hi!
I might be a little bit carried away, but I feel that what I wrote here is true. I scribbled it sometime when I was struck by a thought like you would have shot an arrow. So, here it goes, enjoy!
The scorching sun is heating my skin up as me and my Dad swift through the heavy flow of traffic by the seemingly secure motorbike. We were on our way to our work place. I was thinking of the sacrifice of serving in such place. I was counting it,ironically counting sacrifices instead of blessings–heat, pain of being a passive smoker, complications of being friendless of friends that really understand the thick and thin span of your being, homesickness, fatigue, and boredom. But then being caught up in the countless list of small personal complains, I begin to forget and drift away from the truth that silently speaks of the faithfulness of our dear Master. As I went through the day, with the nostalgic music of deep-traditioned people in the air conditioned bus where the driver kept smoking in front of me awakening my ill-forgotten sickness in breathing, I pouted and smiled along, letting the day dissolve my energy. From 2 motorcyle rides, 3 headache-causing bus rides, we arrived to our destination just before a quick pour of rain with a wild strong blowing wind. I wondered at myself at this very hour after those moments have passed, that I haven’t quite balanced my day with a few spats of good, encouraging, positive words to myself and my parents. I had so many things to complain about, the chicken I just ate is too hard and chewy, there was nothing to do and it was boring. It was too selfish, I was too selfish. Why? I’m blinded, now I realize. How could I ever say I do not love myself enough and yet complain so much just to express and get the comfort I wanted? To be fair, maybe in this world, I’m not the only one that’s like this. Yes, we are sometimes, in fact, we don’t notice it in the little things that we do often times, all the time, any time. Are we all this hopeless? NO. No, we are not. Our dear Master said: we can do all things through Him that strenghtened us. Therefore, we can. Yes, we can. We can speak beautiful things out of the most outrageously uncomfortable objects we encounter. Not on just on big things where there are people observing you. But on the little things or happenings we do where nobody’s looking. W e are defined on little things. Big things rarely come up. Little circumstances we conquer store up until it become big mountains of victories and confidence we earned. To be clearer, I meant that I am learning as everyone else, young and old alike, to see the bright side of the story. To rejoice in suffering because we reap what we sow, the simple laws of nature. We all might have forgotten, as I did. But we all now got reminded that whoever is faithful on little things will be trusted to handle big things and that we reap what we sow and last but not the least, we can do all things through Christ that strengthens me. With bold heart and a strong mind, I can face the world and say I can. We can.
