And just this afternoon, one of my submitted assignments was rejected. I was so angry at the decision maker. At first, I was angry and started to send complaints to the respective departments. Next, I was crying and then on my knees, praying for guidance. My son came to me and gave me consolation, followed by my baby who parroted her brother, "Don't cry la, mama."
I replied, "I wish I will win in this battle but sometimes what we think is right may not be right. We need God to show us whether it's really right or wrong. Only God is righteous and only He can be our avenger and judge. So let it be. Let God judge my case." So, I should put the case to rest temporarily till I get replies from all the departments.
While I was cooking, I was fuming with rage again, thinking how unfairly I was treated. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. After I had done with my chores, I sent a reply to the decision maker and questioned her on her decision. Well, it's after office hour and I've to wait till tomorrow to get an answer.
Before my shower, something strike me to think...deeply. Does this all matter? What if I win? And what if I lose? Everything fades away when one leaves the earth. We can't bring anything with us. So, why battle? A moment of triumph lasts just for that moment and life goes on whether one wins or loses. For all the anger I have had, it only brings harm to myself.
What matter most? That's what we need to hold on to...not anger, not the temporarily triumph, not fame or wealth, but something eternal, something that lasts a life time and further...
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
John 3:16
