I am pushing against this huge rock that refuses to budge. I push it everyday and everynight whenever possible. Sometimes i take a break. I sit down and "chill-out". I'd read a book and sip some tea. Then i go back to pushing it again. I remind myself that i only have one more week to move that boulder away. And everyday i'll just keep pushing and pushing. The boulder wouldn't move an inch, nope not even a mm. Sometimes, i feel so tired i sit down and start crying.
God! Why is this thing so bloody hard to move?!
I'll whine. Sometimes even more than once a day. Maybe twice, or even thrice. I just feel so helpless. Passerby's would ask if i needed help, but i would politely refute them. Because i know that only i can move that burden away myself.
It seems huge from the side that i'm pushing against. But when i go around the mass, i realise that the boulder isn't as huge as i picture it to be. Then i ask God,
Why am i pushing this boulder? It's getting no where!
I ask and i ask. I just talk to much.
And then He'd reply,
My child, I only asked you to push against it. I didn't say move it. Look at yourself. Haven't you got all beefed up? Stronger than the first time you were pushing it?
Then i look at myself. Stupid me. Look at what all these has conditioned me to become? Tougher and stronger. Big enough to take up any other pebbles that may come my way. So i started to push with a new attitude, an attitude knowing that i'm "suffering" now for the better of later.
And finally, i push that boulder away. No, actually not yet. But i know it'll move soon. I'll let you know when i do. And for now, i'll just keep pushing.
Pray Until Something Happens
