"Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a spring; The early rain also covers it with blessings." Psalms 84:6
I decided to clean up my wardrobe to distract my thoughts from thinking about the case of Viv's missing laptop. However, the next people that came to mind were none other than those who have the ability to torture me mentally - MG, HS and WL.
The valley of Baca is said to be dry lands. When 'they' passed through it, they made it into springs. In addition, God also allowed the rain to fall. If I view these little devils as ones with hearts of stones, so hard and so difficult to change, I long to give up on them.
I am sick and tired of talking to their parents whom (I believed) had experienced the same mental torment caused by these young ones and had simply raised the white flag in training their own children. "How irresponsible!" I thought many times as I reflected on the parents' attitude towards their own flesh and blood after conversing with them. They simply push the blame on their children without realising that these uncontrollable ones were the victims of their own sins.
"What can I do then?" I had asked myself many times. I told HS, very matter of factly, in class yesterday that he is not my own child. So, why should I even bother to care about him and contemplate the thought of offering him free tuition while I attend NIE to help him. I already foresee that my efforts would go down the drain if he chooses to give up on himself. I ended by giving him the opportunity to make the choice himself. The same afternoon, his father called to ask about the whereabouts of his runaway son (again!). HS made his choice afterall and I was disappointed with what he chose.
My only fool-proof solution is to pray. To pray for these mental tormentors who persecute me so frequently. May they come to know their Creator who so loves them and experience the love from God which neither their earthly parents nor their Miss Goh has the ability to give.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
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