It has been three days since I last posted the blog on snatch theft incident I suffered from, at first I wanted to write about the aftermath of the case: I fell sick and very sick for three days.
After settling the police report I went back home to bath and rest, but I feel severe pain in the bones, I thought I must be the rain that causes me flu and sore throat and subsequently body ache. I didn’t bother to think because I was still traumatized by the lost stuff.
It was only later the night I realized I have fallen sick when I feel my body shivering from the say 30 degree hot weather. My brother brought me to see doctor and the lady said I was having high fever of 38.9 degree and suggest me to take a jab, I resisted and took some medicine home
I wake up next morning with the same sickness and I went to see another doctor, more medicine given (9 types altogether). All the sickness I could think off came to me: fever, flu, sore throat, headache, cough, diarrhea, not to mention to strain on my arm that I found that much later.
So I was sleeping and eating medicine and sleeping and eating medicine and the circle went on and on for three full days. I asked “ God, why do you allow this happen to me?” The instant feeling of my bag being snatched keep haunting me and make me paranoid to leave the house. (Especially the location of the theft is a road I must pass through to go in and out of my house)
Today as I began to seek for God’s comfort in songs and psalm, I started to understand that I have been setting my mind on the wrong focus. I have been thinking on how much loses I suffered, I have been thinking on how could I have prevented it from happening, but this only allows devil to amplified the trouble and uses fear and doubt to attack my faith.
In 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18, the scripture says “Be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Jesus Christ”. At first I do not understand and I tried very hard to figure out what have I done wrong that God wants to chasten me this way.
I came across this meaningful article on the web that says crying and mourning does not help the situation and the people around us don’t appreciate it either. Only through praising God in times of trouble we can bring us into God’s throne for a personal consultation and breaks the devil’s grip on the situation.
God wants us to praise him in bad times because it shows our trust on Him. It shows that we believe His promises to carry us through. The author says “When we praise God, we focus on His proven character and His faithfulness to His promises. We demonstrate that we put more trust in God's promises than in our problems. That is faith. And our Lord responds to faith.”
Now I can see the whole incident from a different shed of light:
- I have not suffered any injuries except a small cut on the arm
- I have not withdraw money from the bank as I intended to
- I have just tainted the bag just not too long ago
- I have not bought the wallet with my own money
- I have not bought a new handphone according to plan
- I have downloaded all the photos from the camera before this
- I have enjoyed so much “family warmth” during the sick days
I troubled almost every family member of mine, to send me to police station, to send me to see doctor, to borrow me handphone, to cook for me porridge, to lend me money, and to give me lots of tender loving care. And we talked and spent time like I have not done for a long time, and the amazing thing is I found out how easy it is to say “thank you” to my family sincerely.
Lord, I praise you for your faithfulness and love toward me. I thank you for taking charge of my problems in every difficult situation. Please forgive me for setting my mind on the damage done and release me from the trauma and anger I have upon this incident, Lord. Help me to walk in your truth, protecting love and strengthening power, so that nothing can frighten me or worry me, I pray, amen.