Let me tell you a true story or a young girl named, Simchah. A very tiny and timid creature but brilliant at work and studies she was. She had a brown skin and black eyes unlike her siblings. Her dad did not even wish to look at her. Her mother loved her though; but too busy with work and other children at home to feel the rejection Simchah would undergo each day.
In the afternoon when all would rest, she would keep talking to her dolls. In the evening, she would sit to watch rain from the window pane. In the night, she would sob in her bed only to talk to her Father in Heaven. She knew in heart that someday she would be out of here.
At the age of nine (Was she nine or eight? Well, I don’t remember for sure.), Simchah picked her basket of Bible and pamphlets in her hand. She escaped her room on catty toes, peeping into her momma’s room to watch her fall asleep. Then she slowly opened the door and ran out. “Thank You, thank You, thank You, O God, for getting me out of here,” she screamed with joy in her heart. But now what? The moment Simchah got out of her yard, her heart started thumping high. She did not know which way to go. “If I encounter dad on my way, he’ll give me the beating that I’ll remember forever,” she said to herself. She asked her Heavenly Father for advice and silently returned back home. She knew a time would come for her to be out of this place of rejection, but not today.
She grew up to walk in the word of God. She would help all on her way only to discover later that they used her for their need. It would hurt and she would cry and say, “If I’m to get scoffed at for doing good and for doing nothing at all, I prefer to be scoffed at for doing good.”
Every person she loved left her alone on the path in one way or the other, may it be her dad or sister or brother or friend or teacher or cousin or aunt. Her life grew to be tough each day, but she continued to move with a hope on her God. She knew that someday the brightness of His grace would shine on her.
When she was in her twenties, she lost the only two people in her life, who loved her and cared for her. Her grandpa, who saw her loneliness and chose to be her father, died of cancer. He was a great man who taught her how to lead a godly life at all circumstances. The other was her love, the one who made her realize that she was special to someone, that se was also needed in someone’s life.
All her life she had been waiting to feel this way and now after losing the precious in her life, she couldn’t make sense of pain in her life. Her heart was broken and each night she drowned in her pain, but all this while she felt someone watch her. It was her Heavenly Father, the one who would never leave her not forsake her. She cried out to Him day and night that He would take her breath away. She still lives, waiting patiently to see a day when He will fill her with joy; when He will wipe away her tears and embrace her; when He will fulfill the desire of her heart.
Are you trying to make sense of pain in your life today? Don’t do it. At many times, we end up arguing with God and developing hatred in our hearts when we try to answer the question: Why Me? But instead keep on praying and asking for strength to press on. He is faithful to His promises. He will not tempt you beyond your patience.
May God bless you all.
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