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Potential

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Window to Dreams

It is Saturday morning. I’m standing at the window of our house. I had moved in one week ago; half unpacked boxes were strewn across my living room floor, bordering the heavy blanket and limp pillow where I had spent the past 5 nights. I bought the house one month ago, a short sale, the day after I accepted the supervisory position to the job I initially applied for. I guess the interviewers saw my potential. My monthly salary would be more than I had made in the past 6 months.

Three weeks ago I bought the ring. It was a simple band of Tungsten. The jeweller said it was scratch resistant and so hard that in case of emergency you would have to destroy the ring or destroy the finger to remove it. I remember thinking “Are you really trying to sell this ring?” Somehow his tactic worked.

Two weeks ago, I called my parents and told them my plan. I even called his mum and asked for her blessing. They laughed at the unconventional idea, but secretly began planning the details of our wedding.

One week ago, I packed the box in my purse, dressed in a simple white tunic and a clean face, and headed to his apartment. He had just come home from a three-week assignment abroad. I simply asked, without flare, without drama. He was an undemanding and straightforward guy. So straightforward that his answer was “No. I can’t marry potential“.

It is Saturday morning. I’m standing at the window of my house.

~o~

Just another short story… it’s been awhile. Leave a comment if you liked, leave a comment if you didn’t like 😛

Angie

Dealing with death

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One Saturday night last year, I got a call from my sister.

Sis: Hey, do you know where your parents are?
Me: No. I didn’t see them on Skype or anything.
Sis: Okay, I’ll call you back.

I thought nothing of it but ten minutes later my phone rings again.

Sis: Hey, what are you doing?
Me: Nothing much. What’s up?
Sis: Can you sit down?
Me: Ummm okay… what’s wrong?
*Pause*
Sis: There was a bad accident…. and…. he didn’t make it….

This is how I found out my only brother, who had turned 25 just days before, died.

Where do I start? I felt disbelief, shock, grief, out of control. My legs physically buckled… I couldn’t even sit up in the chair. I felt deserted by God for a few seconds. Until, for some reason, all I could keep saying, almost mindlessly, was “Thank God, thank God, thank God…”.

But why was this my response? Unfortunately, many people would blame God, ask why He would allow this, wonder what we did to deserve this punishment.

Well let’s look at Paul’s advice to the Thessalonians:

Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Jesus Christ.
1 Thes 4:14.

Paul also advised for us not to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope:

God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 1 Thes 5:18.

It is hard with our limited minds to understand God’s plans but he has promised us a “hope and a future” (Jer 29:11).

Months later, and lucid, I know now what I was thanking God for:

  1. For allowing us to grow up in a Godly home and for giving us the gift of His son; my brother had given his life to Jesus (i.e. become “saved”) at a young age so I was assured of his fate.
  2. For sparing my brother, his wife, and my family from a life as a vegetable. I saw pics of the accident online (regrettably) and heard the autopsy reports; if he had lived, he would have been severely brain damaged.
  3. For granting my brother 30 years filled with true love, amazing travels, a dream job, and unique experiences.
  4. And selfishly, for letting me talk to him one last time on his birthday.

So for those dealing with the death of a loved one, meditate on the above verses and take comfort in knowing that our multi-faceted God is Jehovah Rowi (our shepherd), Jehovah Shalom (our peace) and Jehovah Raffa (our healer). So lay all your grief at His feet, embrace His peace, and let Him heal your pain.

Finally, give thanks for the time you had!

God bless!

Angie