So I ask God to protect us always, especially my kids and their classmates and the pupils where my wife works as a teacher. And this mosquito that passes by in front of me while I type on my keyboard or wash dishes or eat my meals...when I try to slap it as quickly as possible it escapes death, by God's grace. And it makes me mad. Why would God help a mosquito?
Dengue mosquitoes have striped legs, and my kids reported once of identifying one in our house while I was in the office. My eldest hit it dead by accident when it landed on his black pants and he slapped it in surprise. He examined it and confirmed that it was striped. My wife also killed one. Hearing that, at first I got mad--why would God allow mosquitoes, with striped legs at that, entrance into my house when I always prayed that He protect us from such? But then wisdom got the better of me--I realized that that was His protection: my wife and kids were able to kill them. Thank God! I praise you, Lord God, Creator of heaven and earth!
It really annoys me so much when I see mosquitoes flying by. At the office, there are mosquitoes that intentionally pass by my face, luring me to go after them. And what? Look silly slapping here and there before other employees? But that's exactly what I do sometimes when I can't bear the sight of flying mosquitoes anymore. There at the office I sometimes get lucky and hit a stupid mosquito. By the way, my eldest kid was sick with Dengue when he was about 7 but thank God he was not admitted to the hospital and the treatment could be administered at home. His fever went crazily up at night and I and my wife lost some sleep caring for him then. I hate it when we lose sleep like that. That's when I hate life and ask God what kind of life is this--despite our frequent request for you, God, to spare us such troubles, you let them happen.
But today, I praise God because such incidents are less. God protects us and those around us. Thank you, God for your mercy and love! We are covered by God. But then again, I still wonder why God doesn't give us full blessings--there are still things we've been asking him which remain unanswered for years--like this dilapidated house and our desire to never be indebted to anyone else except God? Even simple things like when I look for a cab when going to work, it often takes lots of prayers before one comes. Other people do not have to pray and cabs come to them immediately.
There are times when I've been waiting for a cab to pass by, praying hard for God to have mercy, and here comes a guy who just comes in and just after 5 seconds of waiting a cab passes by and he gets it. I doubt if he prayed for it. It often irks me to see that happen and that's when I hate life--and see that there's no such thing as getting your fair share. Yeah, you get your share, but it's often not in a fair manner. Still, I thank God for everything, because it is only by his grace and mercy that I get anything. It's all by grace.
But I pray that God would change things in my and my wife's life for the better, so we'd stop asking in a negative way what kind of life is this!...and there wouldn't be anymore stupid mosquito.
