Last night, I helped Lani copy her article unto this blog. She wrote it using the Notes app on her phone so i had to manually copy (i.e., type) everything on the computer to get it in here.
As I was nearing the end, I noticed that Lani's writing had a somewhat sad tone. She talked about 'darkest hours', of 'trials', 'persevering', and 'not being forsaken'. The first thing that came to me was that she might be going through an ordeal right now. We didn't have any argument recently so I thought it might be a problem on her side of the family, that one of her siblings may be going through difficulties and she worries for them, as she always does. She hasn't opened up to me yet and it was already late at night so I thought I'd leave it till the next morning.
Morning came but we had to perform on the 6:30am worship service so we didn't get the chance to talk. However during the service, I quickly realised where she was coming from - why she thought we were going through hard times. I figured it out as I was saying my prayer, when I uttered "God please continue to heal me..."
Like a light bulb moment, I suddenly remembered that I am still recovering from cancer. That indeed, we are still going through a tough period in our lives. I feel silly now not to connect the dots sooner.
I realise now that having an overly positive outlook in life may sometimes render you clueless.
