ITS JUST LIFE

She was just loosing it already. Survived hell but about being drowned in this high-waters. Seemed like the whole world is crashing down around her. Slowly life is being snuffed-out of her expectation till she came to be hopeless and now accepting the status quo as her fate.

Fight! Fight! you can breakthrough this – she felt from the onset as she set-out, but now is the feeling of her muscles being paralyzed before this seemingly unbeatable circumstance.

Now there's nothing more but to yield to fate - I'm throwing in the towel, she said in herself, set to have her future buried in the sands of the desert. Hagar.

He lived during the times of Abraham – kept up with being good – Honest inside and out, a man of his word. He gave bountifully to the poor, cared unhesitatingly for the orphans, he never had hurt a fly, never was he victimized by promiscuity, he was an upright man – in one of his sayings he expressed “I’d made a covenant with my eyes not to look upon a damsel”. He was totally devoted to

God and hated evil with a passion. Frequently he sent the smoke from an offering of atonement into the heavens, peradventure he or any of his offspring had transgressed instinctively – Job was an epitome of uprightness.

So puzzled by this life occurrence and intrigued by this reality of bad things happening to good people. But then our belief of reciprocity of good and bad events happening to good and bad people respectively doesn’t really hold on because it’s just an occurrence inter-twined with life. Regardless of how we've been motivated and thinking possibility thoughts and how good and faith-filled we’re, there are always detours all through our paths to destiny – there’re always days of adversity.

On an evening like they’d been experiencing, relaxing in his chamber’s of finely woven tent after a hard day’s work he had his messengers fleeting simultaneously to his tent carrying news of wrecks on all he’d worked for. All that he’d worked for from birth crumbled before his eyes just in approximately an hour.

Serbians attacked his staffs in his field, sniffed life off them through their throats. Bolts of lightning strucked the herds and the shepherds who tend them and fried them – practically burnt them to a crisp. While his children were having a party at the home of their eldest brother a tornado swept in off the desert and struck the house. It collapsed on them all and they died. With bad news hitting him from every side he didn’t transgress still – he was an upright man from the inside.

On the Rock or Sinking Sand, expect the Storm

We’d been socialized to feel inferior and bad - constantly on the outlook for what law we’ve transgressed when things aren’t going our way. Church folks would approach us with an attitude of disdain in our moments of crisis. It leaves me with less wonder observing that Job’s friends also approached him with such attitudes.

His friends succinctly showed off who they were in his time of crisis – we all know that such season as this is a defining moment for knowing who are true friends are. People often think that way – they feel you’ve transgressed. “God’s punishing him for his evils” they say.

In other circumstances, we feel the individual isn’t effective in business, less proactive to get things done – we assume they actually don’t know what they’re doing. Often with these assessments we feel we’re as much better and effective people more than they are, because we could easily navigate the circumstance at the comfort of our safe cocoon.

But then, most often the situations are far from these assessments of the individual having done some evil or being slothful to be webbed in crisis. We should identify with drought as being a solid part of the four climatic seasons on the earth. It doesn’t come because we did something bad – it’s just life.

It’s like the process of the butterfly’s cycle before it transforms into its splendour of beauty. We could connect to its fascinating colourful loveliness, but we should as well be aware that it onetime was a larvae – awful looking, living in the dirt.

The rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit – but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock. Same storm rolled in and waves came-up, and hit the house built on the sandy beach; it collapsed like a house of cards.

Whether as good people or bad people each would have a sheer down pour of rain, and uproar of storm – it’s just life. The dissimilarity is in who it swept-off. Count it all joy “when”! – depicts an event that would definitely occur at different times for various individuals. Its Just Life on ensure you don't give-up, give-out, or give-in just hang-on till its spring again!

Its only but a set up