Strong & blind versus Humble & trusting

A beautiful young woman in her late 40s came home from work, thinking to herself “What a long day, it’s been! As she was nearing home, she found her front door had been broken in and entered by some stranger. Trembling from head to toe, she was wondering whether it was safe to enter her own home. Despite her fears, her eyes looked around to her safe keep and wondered if everything were safe.

Her furniture had been broken. It appeared as if someone had rummaged her whole house, and tried their wit’s end to access her safe keep. Her dark and gloomy house with all bits and pieces of her things scattered everywhere said a lot about the strangers and their needs. She was the only person living in her house. She had no companion with her. She was desperate for help.

In a panicky scene right before her, her heart was melting away with sorrow and her fears giving way to weird imaginations. She turned around to the wall and prayed to God quietly mumbling in her heart, “Please Lord, remember me and my prayers and vows to you”. She continued her search for her trinket box where she kept her valuables. To her surprise, she found it. That small area of her house was untouched and undisturbed by the stranger. Although the whole house was a mess, she gladly put forth her statement to her neighbours that her trinket box with all her valuables were indeed safe.

This was the Lord’s doing. It is still marvellous in our eyes. She is indeed a happy woman enjoying the love of God and the riches of His grace.

Story of a woman Humpty

A rebel from birth, often mistaken, innocent but blamed was the life of a beautiful woman who is now in her early 60s. She was orphaned in her late teens. Her life had been a drama packed with so much of musing. Her courage was eaten up by her weak conscience. Her story of life continued with a sigh and constant allergic reactions whenever her stress hit her hard. Battling with her struggles day and night physically and emotionally, she had completely lost her focus of her real self.

Constant ramblings and tears didn’t ease her pain. She tried to gain favour and affection for a friendship with a close knit female contemporary. It didn’t work out too. It actually got worse. Her temper and worry didn’t add anything to her life. “All the King’s horses and all the King’s men could not put Humpty together again” was the exact scenario of her life. No one could help her. She had not felt the grace and power that was needed to live an enchanted life. Everything was a mess. Toil followed mess, followed by worries and anger, followed by lack of courage and tasteless life. Such was the life of this woman. Not feel like living was the only instinct.

There was one thing her heart was longing for and that was her only asset. Her desire turned towards her asset. She knew her asset was living, true, genuine and never lie. She would sleep in peace because her asset is truly trustworthy and full of love. She believed that it will embrace her and save her out of all her troubles. Her hope started to spring up like a new shoot full of life eagerly desiring for more light to shine on her. Her sorrow and sighing were going away day by day. She felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Just as the dew drops refresh the plant, so her life was refreshed, restored and comforted by God’s rich mercy.

Her asset was and still is the word of God, the Bible. It is the voice of God that changed the realities of her life. She is grateful to him who took her from strength to strength.