The art of hurting

Today, for the first time after a long time, I have finally received a parking ticket. I am usually very anal when it comes to parking, and have always tried to follow the rules of the trade. But somehow, today seemed like an exception.

What makes me more irritated was the fact that the parking ranger was 10 steps away from my car, literally seconds after he put the infringement notice on my windshield.

I am only human. Once in a while I get tired, and when I do, I put my guard down and things happen. And when things happen, we feel powerless and all we can do is appeal for grace to make them all go away.

A lot of times we try to make sense of things right then and there to cheer ourselves up into thinking that there should be a silver lining into this thing that happens to us and we must figure it out now. Although sometimes it can be true, other times that is not simply the simple case.

Things take time to mature. It might take a week or a month for things to make sense, or it might take a year or a decade or even a lifetime (or a generation) before realising that things work out together for good.

I think we can only trust our faith and say to ourselves that even though we might not make sense of things now, it will make sense later, eventually. I believe there is no other option, because without faith it is impossible to please Him.