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.