Last Friday the 13th happened in November 2015. It was a sad day. France was victim of a terrorist act and I lost my job at the school I was working. It was also my brother’s birthday. (But that’s not a sad thing).
Today is also Friday the 13th and it’s my cousin’s birthday. And I also lost my job today. And I’m OK with it; being humiliated constantly by people who have hatred in their heart is not working in a healthy working environment. God will pay and He is still my Provider. It’s a good thing that there hasn’t been any terrorists attacks. (At least, not that I know of…).
I can’t help to think, is it me? I was respectful, punctual, I was studying my material and I worked alone. It was understandable to sometimes make mistakes; I had just been learning to do that job for a month. But hatred is intolerable, unfair, critical, disrespectful, inconsiderate, unmerciful and ruthless. But just like last time, I put my situation before the Lord. Last time, He fought for me and He paid for the injustice. I know He will do it again. I’ll probably never know; but I rest assured that He will provide for my daughter and me.
And devil….this is for you: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” Job 1:20.