Feeling..lost. dunno wat to think..confusion, in a way. Called nus this morning, and received a rude shock..that they actually dun haf my app in e system, probably I made a mistake and didn’t submit or there’s jus smth wrong wif e system..hmm oh wells. In other words, I didn’t apply for e school.
For now, it may seem as a small thing, but when I first heard that from e admissions stuff, I totally freaked out. So many things raced through my mind..what if I dun end up with anything at all? I was really scared in that moment. But, suddenly I minimized the webpage and I saw my desktop picture – a calm and serene picture of a picturesque lake with mountains with bluish mountains, green trees surrounding and a vast orange sky. Even tho it was jus one simple photograph, it struck me on how magnificent my God is. Indeed, what need I fear when God is with me. Mere humans we are, and all we can do is just to place our lives in His hands.
I jus cannot describe how these thoughts jus calmed me down so much, and comforted me. I realized after thought, that I will NEVER end up with nothing at all. Because he has already blessed me with so so much, so much more than I can ask for, and I trust He will continue to do so. Man’s vision and perspective of blessings may be narrow and limited, but His blueprint for our lives is always perfect and wholly planned for.
A piece of unsettling news, yes, but a good wake up call, to never take things for granted, and simply go with the flow. I guess, I’ve been ‘floating along’ for jus too long, losing grip of the one who’s truly blessed me with so much I may have yet to give thanx for. Taking things for granted, putting too much focus on me, myself and I.
For the reassuring smses that calmed me down a little and taught me to wait patiently and to trust and reminded me of how blessed I am with you, couldn’t be more thankful. Where to go from here, I dun really noe. But one thing I’m sure, He knows.
To share this poem I read in e church bulletin:
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colours He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
forget He sees the upper and I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly
shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver's skilful hand
as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
-Author Unknown