Life does not add up sometimes...

Hello everyone,

Today I am not a happy person, I am extremely saddened by a story a friend of mine told me. In fact, this story has got me thinking...

So, the story my friend told me was this... a young mother buys a taxi for a young man so that while he is making a living he can also do school run for her, because she has a son in pre-school. Kind hearted woman you would say, but the guy starts well, and then one day picks the boy from school and never took him back home to his mother. Next thing we knew, the boy gets killed by the young man for rituals, and then pleads insanity on his arrest and prosecution... By the way, have I said that this is true story already? Well... Yes it is, but this is just the beginning.

This devastates the lady and her family so much, that her grandmother dies out of heart attack and her mum dies of shock a few weeks after...

The young woman struggles through and manages to survive despite all the bad things which have happened to and around her. Now, a few years later, she gets pregnant again (thankfully you would say, yes?), does shopping for the unborn child, prepares to welcome perhaps the only thing that could have been a source of consolation and joy, only to go into labour, never to return... Yes she died... She and her baby...  

Matters arising: I am thinking. I am just thinking... So this cab driver... This wicked guy who has caused this whole mess (killing four generations like that) is still walking the streets a free man. You all remember this post cracking my head for answers? If someone walks up to this fellow and smashes a bottle on his head so hard that he dies a slow and painful death, would the person have done any wrong? I'm just asking... I'm just thinking.

It's easy to speak of this situation with great fortitude when one is not directly connected to this experience. But I listened to my friend who is somehow related to this family, and I could feel his brokenness and bitterness; yet I did the usual speak grace and encouragement to a weak spirit - trusting God that I made some kind of difference. Yet, when we finished chatting, I said to myself "if I were in his shoes, would I have listened?' Hmm... I'm just asking... I'm still thinking.

Well... I can only lift up a prayer... Lord, You know us through and through... You know our end from our beginning. We trust in you with all our hearts. Preserve us from the eyes of the wicked and the heart of the unreasonable. That which is entrusted into Your care, You are able to keep and preserve (that is what Your word says)... Keep us; Preserve us; Sustain us... Us and Ours. We trust in You to never fail us, and to help us make sense out of issues of life which do not quite add up. We believe in You and will always trust You.

And I pray for me... Help my mind O Lord... 'Cause I'm still thinking.

Peace... I'm out!