l'Chante
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I had a really rough week. It was my daughter's birthday on the 20th and I promised the children that I would take them to see the new Shrek movie. Now there might only be 8 children in the school, but since it's a school for children who needs special care, you can imagine what a challenge it was to transport them, get everyone through the mall at the same pace, place the order for snacks keeping their dietary restrictions in mind, and then into the theatre once everyone had gone to the little boys and girls rooms - some needed assistance. The party afterwards was equally challenging.
I'm not a sociable person. Going to the shop to get bread and milk drains me. The experience at the mall was horrid. Too much noise. Way too much noise. I get nauseous if there are too many things working in on me. The party had me close to tears on a couple of occasions. Especially the one boy, Keagan, just broke my heart. But that is a whole post on its own.
I had numerous challenges at work following the party on Tuesday, and my Friday started with someone telling me that I destined to burn in Hell for eternity. About two hours after I got to the office a colleague told me about her 19 month old son that was in Hell the previous night. When I asked her what she was talking about she said he was crying hysterically and when she picked him up he was burning hot. When I asked her if she sponged him down and gave him something for the fever, she threw a tantrum of note and told me that her child was in Hell and that I am just a fake Christian and completely oblivious about the war that is constantly raging in the spirit world.
Then, when I went to collect some food that I asked from colleagues for the squatter camp that I went to today, one of the ladies in our sales department asked me if I realized just how pathetic I am, always walking around begging for food like a hobo. I told her that I collect for a squatter camp and not for myself. She said that she would believe me if I showed her pictures. By this time I was in tears and I told her that I will not take photo's of these people as they are not a tourist attraction and that she should get off her butt and come with me and help rather than sit there and judge me for trying to feed hungry people. To make matters worse; the lady from that department that I was collecting the food from is a Hindu. She just looked at the woman and said; If you are a Christian I don't want to be one. I looked at the Hindu lady and said: 'Rashida, I'm a Christian. Not all Christians are like that'. But I felt like I just made a fool of Jesus for trying to help people in dire need of food.
Today when I went to the camp, the whole thing just got to me. Especially the one elderly gentleman. He was a chemical engineer before he had a stroke and now he lives in a squatter camp. He is such a darling old man. He showed me a rock that someone gave to him with such pride. It was painted green with just the name 'Jesus' written on it. When I left I asked him if I could bring him something next time I visit and he asked for some candy, because on of the ladies who stayed there loves candy. He asked nothing for himself.
This week has been such an emotional roller coaster that I'm not sure that it is all that has happened to me that has left me so tired or whether my new medication is just not agreeing with me, but I'm bushed. Please pray for me for some strenght? Please?
I'm not a sociable person. Going to the shop to get bread and milk drains me. The experience at the mall was horrid. Too much noise. Way too much noise. I get nauseous if there are too many things working in on me. The party had me close to tears on a couple of occasions. Especially the one boy, Keagan, just broke my heart. But that is a whole post on its own.
I had numerous challenges at work following the party on Tuesday, and my Friday started with someone telling me that I destined to burn in Hell for eternity. About two hours after I got to the office a colleague told me about her 19 month old son that was in Hell the previous night. When I asked her what she was talking about she said he was crying hysterically and when she picked him up he was burning hot. When I asked her if she sponged him down and gave him something for the fever, she threw a tantrum of note and told me that her child was in Hell and that I am just a fake Christian and completely oblivious about the war that is constantly raging in the spirit world.
Then, when I went to collect some food that I asked from colleagues for the squatter camp that I went to today, one of the ladies in our sales department asked me if I realized just how pathetic I am, always walking around begging for food like a hobo. I told her that I collect for a squatter camp and not for myself. She said that she would believe me if I showed her pictures. By this time I was in tears and I told her that I will not take photo's of these people as they are not a tourist attraction and that she should get off her butt and come with me and help rather than sit there and judge me for trying to feed hungry people. To make matters worse; the lady from that department that I was collecting the food from is a Hindu. She just looked at the woman and said; If you are a Christian I don't want to be one. I looked at the Hindu lady and said: 'Rashida, I'm a Christian. Not all Christians are like that'. But I felt like I just made a fool of Jesus for trying to help people in dire need of food.
Today when I went to the camp, the whole thing just got to me. Especially the one elderly gentleman. He was a chemical engineer before he had a stroke and now he lives in a squatter camp. He is such a darling old man. He showed me a rock that someone gave to him with such pride. It was painted green with just the name 'Jesus' written on it. When I left I asked him if I could bring him something next time I visit and he asked for some candy, because on of the ladies who stayed there loves candy. He asked nothing for himself.
This week has been such an emotional roller coaster that I'm not sure that it is all that has happened to me that has left me so tired or whether my new medication is just not agreeing with me, but I'm bushed. Please pray for me for some strenght? Please?