Dad used to say “If you face the problem, don’t sit down mourning about it. Get up and find a solution, best solution possible.” Growing up under a single mother who raised up 7 sons by herself, he had to be mature and independent at a very young age. When he was still a child, he had to sell water melon, ice cream, news paper and chewing gums to survive each day. He is someone who knows what it is like to survive in a cold society that nobody is there to help.
I perhaps got my head-strongness and independence from him. I learned quickly that when I get into a trouble, sitting down and weeping wishing to get an attention from others, or soaking in the pity party doesn’t help the situation at all. If I cannot take care of my own life and put it in a proper order, how can I be responsible for my family life in the future? Now it comes naturally to me to analyze, plan, implement and evaluate everything in life.
I recall, for this reason, God had to show me how helpless I am without him, through many situations in life. Again and again I would habitually plan, revise and push it through, replying upon my wisdom and strength other than God’s. Few times He drove me to the corner where although I’m doing everything right and it just doesn’t produce the result I expected. Until the moment I faint in frustration and crying out, he would push me to the edge and just little more. And just the moment I let it go and fall off the cliff, then, he catches me with his hands
Looking back, I am grateful that he allowed me through those tough times. It must’ve been hard for him to see me in a bad shape and not helping, but he had to, for my own sake. Now I know because of those times I grew to know Him the way I do now, and still learning. My God turned the sorrow into joy, weeping into dancing, and His name is glorified in my praise and thanksgiving.
Truth is, miracle happens because of an impossible situation.
