Saturday, March 16, 2019

Broken Toys...

It is wonderful to reminisce about our childhood and the games we have played and the toys we have played with. I remember playing with only a small piece of wood which I considered my car, pave a route for this car on the sand and would go on endless trips between the origin and my destination and I would have brief stop overs at imaginary petrol pumps and pit stops. There also were imaginary transactions with imaginary people in this imaginary world of innocence and life was fantastic  and everything was fine. The greatest difficulty then was managing school, especially the difficult teachers.

Nice to look back at those wonderful fun filled moments of life once in a while while it is also important to critically evaluate our life. Even as I evaluate my life in the recent past, the one most memorable moment that I can think of is the day I had a close shave on my way back from work on a sunny Saturday afternoon. It was the 12th of October 2013 and I was driving my new Nissan Sentra which was hardly six months old. I was enjoying my drive back home while I was also hungry and hoping to have a sumptuous and tasty lunch that my wife would have specially cooked for me since it was a day off for her.

Reaching Sharjah I had to slow down as the traffic ahead of me was congested. However, the man behind me on an SUV was perhaps distracted and unmindful of this. I had almost come to a stand still while I heard a big noise behind me. I was jolted even as the seat belts held me to my seat and the airbags opened up for protection. I was hit from behind and for a couple of seconds I wasn't sure of what had happened. I saw smoke coming in and I realised what had happened and checked if my limbs were there. Lo and behold I was fine and there was no injury. I came out of the wreck unscathed without even a scratch. I could not imagine what would have become of me if the same had happened on the highway.

This was followed by the onerous rounds of police interrogations and negotiations with the bank and insurance company to get my claims processed. Through it all I need to mention the fact that the processes were so clear and were carried out cleanly. I was able to get my money back in a matter of one month. Thank God things move pretty fast here and there is no red tape and no corruption.

I'm so grateful for life and this experience. I held on to God and the plan of God unfolded. I learnt patience, the protection of God, dependence on God and experienced the kindness of people who helped me with their cars during those days. Soon, God gave me the grace to buy my new car a Nissan X-Trail and its been more than 5 years and I still use it for commuting to office. God had a better idea to give me a better car.

Every time you experience a brokenness, remember that God is in the job of repairing some of those broken areas of your life. ...a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise (Ps 51:17). He works behind the scene and you will come to know it after a while when everything comes together. He surprises us with his blessings.