Sunset over Sabak Bernam
It’s a lot easier by far to write about the mundane frivolities of our lives — what we ate/did/saw — rather than deal with the things that we really want to talk about if only someone who’d understand would take the time to listen without judging us: the festering worries that keep us awake late into the night; the harsh realities that we struggle to change or, at the very least, try to live with; the gnawing pains that we try to hide with silly jokes and fleeting laughter; our most fervent hopes and dreams that we dare not tell anyone at the risk of ridicule.
And lest we burden another soul who is straining with more than enough worries of his own, we choose instead to keep it all locked up in our hearts and our heads, then we wear our masks and go on living for just one more day, with the hope that, perhaps, tomorrow will be a better day…
My Lord and my God, I take refuge in You from anxiety and sorrow. O Ever Living, O Self-Subsisting and Supporter of all, by Your mercy, I seek assistance, rectify for me all of my affairs and do not leave me to myself, even for the blink of an eye. Amen.
Amen, Lord, Exactly my prayer too.
And I pray that God answer your prayer, Sheng.
Our God is lord of all things big and small. How very blessed we are.
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?…Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”