Life isn't fair....

Yeah…life isn’t at all fair…. Why can’t be my daughter just be like everyone else. That’s one dense question I always plunk in my head whenever I am be faced with situations that I can’t do any better than be an onlooker. And being as such just eschew me from being the “I need to be this person thing”! So much so if it involves my daughter… she had been miserable for days now due to her asthma. While all her classmates are at school enjoying their foundation week and their’ being a pupil, my daughter is wretched like wilting flower in bed doing nothing but nebulizing and vaporizing and bailing her out from the cruelty of being ill. But then again, when I think about the other kids who might be on the same fate as her but doesn’t have enough finances to sustain for their medications I am taken aback and I feel ashamed of myself. In fact, I should be grateful that though Jamie is asthmatic I have a few cents to spare for her medications. Gosh! What am I yapping about! God is good I know… he has his reasons why my precious child has to suffer this infirmity. He will soon make her well, I know. God just wants to let her be pounded hard for her to be the person he would like her to become. And in effect, God is teaching me values that would make me the person he wants me to become. Indeed, failures give us light to narrow down our vision towards ourselves so that we may be enlightened with what he wants for us. For the sick days that my daughter was… thank you for the strength and the presence of mind. Thank you for the time allotted to us to bind and be available for each other. Thank you for being in the midst of us.

Need I still make more grouse…. Nah…never