I
hate losing things. I hate losing in common. Especially losing things to some
thieves. I strongly dislike it. It felt like you’re being mischieved,
mistreated, and betrayed.
This
morning I lost my precious helmets. Why precious, because we simply can’t go
anywhere without them. And they were not cheap. Although we already had them
for more than 2 years, I still felt pang in my heart when the fact hit my
reality. They were gone. Gone like the wind. Gone in a peaceful morning. Gone in
our own porch!!
So
this morning we went to traditional market. I didn’t lock the gates, since it’s
been days since our garbage man came, and of course I didn’t want he missed our
place because it was locked. Around 30 minutes later, we went home. Didn’t realize
a thing, except I frowned when I saw the lock was a little bit tilted, not in
my usual position. But I dismissed the thought and start preparing meal for my
husband. Later on, when he was ready to leave, bang! We didn’t see the helmets
anywhere. My husband had to go on bus. And I was furious. I asked my neighbor, he
said he didn’t see anyone. And actually I suspected him a bit.
I
felt really annoyed and angry. I know, it was my own fault, didn’t lock the
gates – though I had reason for it. But still, I had given evil some open
doors. I hate it to the bones!
Well,
in earlier years, I was taught to give thanks, no matter what, to bless, no
matter what. Maybe the person who took it needed it more. I bought that
teaching long time ago. But for now, sorry, I can’t bless. What they did is
just wrong, evil. I still can give thanks, but I cannot bless the thief. I want
him/her/them to be punished, to be cursed. I want to see with my own eyes,
even.
Am
I being ruthless? Perhaps. I just can’t bless right now. They were so mean,
they didn’t think about others, they were selfish and vicious! People of the
Lord not only can bless, right? We can curse as well. And today, let my rare
curse go on to them. Amen.
