It wasn't just making my living fixing bugs,( I should say making and fixing bugs ;) ) whatever, I had earned a nickname of 'BB', Bug Beulah in my prev company.
Ironicaly, for the past few days, I've been haunted by bugs. Not the digital ones, but real ones. Bed bugs. I havent seen a live one yet. But they have left their signature all over me. Red, pink spots. Itchy and irritating. Its all over my body, and I feel them crawling every second! It doesnt make it easier, when you see them leave a trail. The way they suck, it seems forms a pattern 'Breakfast, lunch, dinner'. Crap! I am all itchy itchy. And I have lost confidence on all my dresses, the floor and everything. I know its just in my head! ;> But still, they could be anywhere!
I hope they go away, after all the serious measures I have taken, and I hope I don't loose any more sleep over it. Boy, dont I hate them.
Lord, help me to remember that you created them, and you saw they were good !
Genesis 1:25
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Zooom out
I was saying that again and again, under my breathe, past week, which was the most toughest period of my life. I was helpless. I couldn't think, plan, pray or praise. I couldn't think above that situation. Nothing was in my control. Zoom out. I knew it was just 7 days, small compared to a month. Zoom out, just 1 week in a year, or Zoom out, 1 week in my entire life so far, or Zoom out, 1 week in my total life time, seems so irrelavant as you zoom out of the time, situation. But I had to pass through.
As always, during difficult times, I envisioned myself clinging on to my Dad's neck, his arms around me, and my eyes tightly shut. I knew, I was in safe arms, and that He'll take me through.
Pass through, I did. Safe and sound. Unharmed, Unsinged, Unscorched. The toughest 1 week, is 1 week behind me, and here I am. But I seem so lost. How? When? Why? I seem to be just existing. It is like waking up from a dream. I am lil dazed. But I know, He's holding my hand. And I am clutching His. He will see me through yet again. :)
Daniel 3 :27b They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.
As always, during difficult times, I envisioned myself clinging on to my Dad's neck, his arms around me, and my eyes tightly shut. I knew, I was in safe arms, and that He'll take me through.
Pass through, I did. Safe and sound. Unharmed, Unsinged, Unscorched. The toughest 1 week, is 1 week behind me, and here I am. But I seem so lost. How? When? Why? I seem to be just existing. It is like waking up from a dream. I am lil dazed. But I know, He's holding my hand. And I am clutching His. He will see me through yet again. :)
Daniel 3 :27b They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.
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