When I wrote this item I was at my absolute lowest ebb. I was actually raging at God, imploring him, if I had done something wrong, to punish me and not my son. Nothing was going right for me and I felt abandoned, even by the Saviour.
Yesterday, out of the blue, I received the news that my son would be given a bursary. Better still, that his school would give me ample time to pay off what I owe this year. Although I will still struggle for a while, a massive weight has suddenly been lifted from my shoulders.
I don't think God's plan involves just awarding material wealth to anybody who asks for it. I can't see how that would benefit society, not to mention the precedent it would set. But there are occasions and circumstances in which he hears the cry. And my immediate thought now is to repay him by not being so sulky, or irritable with my family, friends and others in the community, and by reacting to the fact that I am under less pressure by increasing my physical and spiritual commitment to my Church.
First I gave thanks, now I recognise I have a duty. I guess that's the way it works.
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