grateful heart by Crownstar 2015/07/10 18:47
So I opened my wardrobe that morning, in search of what to wear. I skimmed through its length and breadth but ended up disappointed and frustrated. The shirts I love to wear were faded from too much use, while the ones I didnt like well, I didnt like them. So I was essentially without what to wear. But then I remembered there were people who really needed something to wear- anything to wear , but didnt have, and yet there were others who had boutique-load of clothes, but could not wear any. Immediately, I dragged out a shirt from a hanger, not minding which it was, donned it, and bounced into the street like I was wearing a million dollar outfit. #Gratefulheart It was a Sunday morning, I rolled from one side of my bed to the other, reluctant to get up, reluctant to prepare and go to church. The experience of the last Sunday service was still fresh in mind; it was utterly boring. So boring I considered it a waste of my precious time. I considered skipping church that morning. But then I remembered that in some parts of the world churches dont even exist, they are forbidden. And holding the bible alone is considered a sacrilegious crime, almost worthy of death. I reflected on how the Christians there must feel; living in near- hiding, yearning for that fellowship of brethren that I so easily dismiss and treat trivially. Immediately, I jumped off my bed and ran to church like it was a race to heaven, and I danced, and rejoiced like I have never done before. #Gratefulheart The food put before me didnt appeal to me at all, rather, it angered me. The stew was too little and watery; the meat was tiny, just about the size of my pinkie, and the rice it was simply annoying. I was tempted to stand up and walk away from the meal, or better still, turn the food to the floor and throw a tantrum. But then I remembered a friend of mine, who told me how they ate meat only a couple of times in a year, how they hardly eat two meals in the day. How seven of them usually gather around basins of food, and eat as fast as they could swallow, fighting and bickering all the while. We have all become experts at eating food no matter how hot it is my friend had told me. Immediately I remembered this, I dragged my food closer to me like it was a long-lost wife and devoured the meal like it was my last supper, picking every single grain in the plate. After which, I stretched out my plate for more like Oliver Twist. #Gratefulheart When my father passed away a few months ago I was devastated, I was hurt; I felt lonely. In my mind there was no way I could achieve all I have planned to achieve, I considered myself the most unfortunate being. I was bitter, I hated my situation; I hated everything around me. But then I sat down and thought deeply, I remembered that there were people who didnt even know their fathers, who never enjoyed the fatherly love that I so enjoyed for over two decades. I also considered those who knew their fathers, but were not proud of them; the old men were a symbol of disgrace to them. And then I remembered yet another set; who knew and loved their fathers, but never could enjoy them long enough before the heartless ripper called Death took them away. After considering all these, I was ashamed of myself for feeling so depressed and dejected. For not only did I know, and love my father, he stayed long enough to watch me become a man, while solidly planting my feet on the pathway to greatness.
So I opened my wardrobe that morning, in search of what to wear. I skimmed through its length and breadth but ended up disappointed and frustrated. The shirts I love to wear were faded from too much use, while the ones I didnt like well, I didnt like them. So I was essentially without what to wear. But then I remembered there were people who really needed something to wear- anything to wear , but didnt have, and yet there were others who had boutique-load of clothes, but could not wear any. Immediately, I dragged out a shirt from a hanger, not minding which it was, donned it, and bounced into the street like I was wearing a million dollar outfit. #Gratefulheart It was a Sunday morning, I rolled from one side of my bed to the other, reluctant to get up, reluctant to prepare and go to church. The experience of the last Sunday service was still fresh in mind; it was utterly boring. So boring I considered it a waste of my precious time. I considered skipping church that morning. But then I remembered that in some parts of the world churches dont even exist, they are forbidden. And holding the bible alone is considered a sacrilegious crime, almost worthy of death. I reflected on how the Christians there must feel; living in near- hiding, yearning for that fellowship of brethren that I so easily dismiss and treat trivially. Immediately, I jumped off my bed and ran to church like it was a race to heaven, and I danced, and rejoiced like I have never done before. #Gratefulheart The food put before me didnt appeal to me at all, rather, it angered me. The stew was too little and watery; the meat was tiny, just about the size of my pinkie, and the rice it was simply annoying. I was tempted to stand up and walk away from the meal, or better still, turn the food to the floor and throw a tantrum. But then I remembered a friend of mine, who told me how they ate meat only a couple of times in a year, how they hardly eat two meals in the day. How seven of them usually gather around basins of food, and eat as fast as they could swallow, fighting and bickering all the while. We have all become experts at eating food no matter how hot it is my friend had told me. Immediately I remembered this, I dragged my food closer to me like it was a long-lost wife and devoured the meal like it was my last supper, picking every single grain in the plate. After which, I stretched out my plate for more like Oliver Twist. #Gratefulheart When my father passed away a few months ago I was devastated, I was hurt; I felt lonely. In my mind there was no way I could achieve all I have planned to achieve, I considered myself the most unfortunate being. I was bitter, I hated my situation; I hated everything around me. But then I sat down and thought deeply, I remembered that there were people who didnt even know their fathers, who never enjoyed the fatherly love that I so enjoyed for over two decades. I also considered those who knew their fathers, but were not proud of them; the old men were a symbol of disgrace to them. And then I remembered yet another set; who knew and loved their fathers, but never could enjoy them long enough before the heartless ripper called Death took them away. After considering all these, I was ashamed of myself for feeling so depressed and dejected. For not only did I know, and love my father, he stayed long enough to watch me become a man, while solidly planting my feet on the pathway to greatness.
Crownstar 2015/07/10 18:48
Unfortunate circumstances abound around us, there is so much hurt and so much pain, but if we can only look through our tears we will find more than one reason to grateful. Things could have been worse. God will never give us more than what we can bear, neither will He allow a temptation without providing a way out. There is always a reason to be grateful.
Unfortunate circumstances abound around us, there is so much hurt and so much pain, but if we can only look through our tears we will find more than one reason to grateful. Things could have been worse. God will never give us more than what we can bear, neither will He allow a temptation without providing a way out. There is always a reason to be grateful.
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