She happened to have all things work out for her because she was a God-believer.
He, a wonderful man, well to do, God fearing and loving, enjoyed the good things of life and made sure he lived it to the maximum.
They met, and they fell in love. Times passed and we saw a colourful day which was tagged "the wedding day".
A happy life they lived right away from the maiden edition of their budding.
the second, third, fourth and fifth years still looked a lot colourful.
Then came the sixth and the seventh but, they came along with a lot of baggage(thoughts and worries) as they had no children.
On their knees they went, fervently keying in to the God they mutually trusted. Sometimes fasting and a lot of times hoping against all hope.
At the dawn of the eighth year, some strange cry was heard from the home; it was of a newly born.
This began the era of something new.
She dotted over the new born as though she had never beheld something of such grace and beauty.
Day and night she would sit by the cradle staring right into its eyes.
The cock crow always met her by the side of the new born, and the crickets' chirp caught her by its side.
Many at times, Her husband would seek her attention but get none. "I have a new admirer", she would say.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months then to years.
The new born had grown into a fine young child who happened to be her totality, her all in all.
Sabbath was no longer sacred or well kept. Quiet times no longer observed.
The young child was all she looked up to. Her husband suffered the negligence. He bore a whole lot because it looked like she practically didn't know he existed.
Along came a fateful day, this young child fell seriously ill. For months, she would weep by his bedside trying all medical approach and medicines but none seemed to work as the child's health deteriorated.
On the eve of the 25th day of the 5th month, the young child left the world.
She was torn apart. Her heart bled and refused to be healed or find succour. Her husband meant nothing to her anymore as she grieved the loss of her little one.
One day, as she sat back to think, she then remembered she had a strong belief is some "being"; but loads of dust had covered her tracks which traced back to HIM.
She then tried a few words but none seemed to form.
Thoughts began to flash in her mind. How she stopped worshipping altogether for over a decade. How she never mumbled a statement as little as "thank you" to HIM.
She remembered how she felt in her heart with the young child and equated it to how she had always felt about this supreme being. That was when it hit her; she had turned her child into her God.
With a broken heart and a tear-ripped soul, she opened her mouth to form the words "I'm sorry Lord", after those words, she felt as though some heavy wind blew away the dust covering the tracks which led back to HIM.
She spoke with her first love and came around to pleading with her second love...
She may not have a child right now,but, she has her happy home back and she has taught us all with her story that anything we cannot live without or we feel incomplete without is stylishly taking our hearts far away from who we call "our GOD".
This story struck me and got me thinking.
Our mobile phones and technology has practically waved our minds from HIM. But, we seem to forget that all these were wisdom breathed into the manufacturers as a gift to help make things a lot easier for us.
It really goes beyond our weekly routine of visiting a nearby church or our favourite.
A gentle reminder: they were gifts from HIM to us and like every gift, they would get spoilt but, the giver can not.
Rethink will you? Which of the Sabbaths do we keep? That of the almighty or that of some wisdom-breathed mannequin of HIS hands?
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