there are some things i like doing when i arrive home.
1. wash my hands (this one is an exception – i only do it because my brother MAKES ME – HAHA)
2. charge my mobile
3. head for the fridge
in that order.
and today, like any other day/night – i did the first two but hesitated at the third.
but i still went ahead anyway, bracing myself for the disparity.
my fridge was a shadow of what it was the night before.
its once lighted and luxuriant self was reduced to a picture of barrenness.
retrieving and reloading the fridge used to be a tricky affair. i never knew what color the wall of my fridge was. at least till now.
my mother asked me to guess how old the fridge was. i pondered for a bit then haphazarded a guess. hmm…nine?
for that long a time, iv’e taken something so significant, so imperative – for granted.
it has served me well. always been there for me. 24/7. rain or shine. it has never failed me.
but i never realised its importance. never saw that. till now.
sometimes it takes a trial to bring out the gold in something. or someone.
sometimes it takes a trial to realise how precious something is. or someone.
i am reminded (with great pleasure) not to take things for granted today :)
and i’ve mourned the loss of my old fridge but i can’t wait to get a new one.
when God restores – it is always better in quality and quantity.