When we are born, we have our destiny written and born with us: how old we will live, when we will marry, how many children we will have, what will kill us, our wealth, our health..etc. Even our status. They say you create your own destiny but I believe there is only so much you can do. What triggered all this?
My maid's mother passed away and my heart ached when I saw her crying her eyes out. It must be so painful, losing someone you love, someone you consider to be your life and soul. Hearing her sobs and thinking, this could have been me, made my eyes so tearful and my throat constricted.
Poor woman, she has left her family to come and work. A stranger in a foreign land being paid peanuts for 18-hour shifts and barely any breaks. She has no friends and rarely goes out in this strange land.
She was born of a lower status and remained illiterate. The only job she could get is being a housemaid. Many dream of riches and start off small and eventually become filthy rich. Others waste their lives in vain and cannot change their poverty-stricken lives no matter what they do. God distributes his wealth amongst his people and he chooses who becomes rich and who remains poor.
I look at those poor people and I think I understand why some are angry and miserable. They want what I want but will never get it. If I were in their shoes, I would feel bitter, very bitter.
But then again, perhaps they are happy. Perhaps they are content with what they have been given. Perhaps they are not as greedy as I am and only care about their afterlives, not this life.
There's a reason God chooses these lives for us, and we do not always see the wiseness in his choice until later on.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
My maid's mother passed away and my heart ached when I saw her crying her eyes out. It must be so painful, losing someone you love, someone you consider to be your life and soul. Hearing her sobs and thinking, this could have been me, made my eyes so tearful and my throat constricted.
Poor woman, she has left her family to come and work. A stranger in a foreign land being paid peanuts for 18-hour shifts and barely any breaks. She has no friends and rarely goes out in this strange land.
She was born of a lower status and remained illiterate. The only job she could get is being a housemaid. Many dream of riches and start off small and eventually become filthy rich. Others waste their lives in vain and cannot change their poverty-stricken lives no matter what they do. God distributes his wealth amongst his people and he chooses who becomes rich and who remains poor.
I look at those poor people and I think I understand why some are angry and miserable. They want what I want but will never get it. If I were in their shoes, I would feel bitter, very bitter.
But then again, perhaps they are happy. Perhaps they are content with what they have been given. Perhaps they are not as greedy as I am and only care about their afterlives, not this life.
There's a reason God chooses these lives for us, and we do not always see the wiseness in his choice until later on.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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