Funny how things turned out

It is 3.20 am and I am supposed to leave the house at 5 am for KL. It is something work related whereby I have to go because I am paid. In fact, I am one darn lucky person because not only I am paid, I am paid well too.

So, hubby and two younger kids and I are making a one night trip. It is some spa thing plus health talk. Blek, I really do not fancy these stuffs but it is part of the agreement so I have to play along.

Maybe a four hours break at the spa will do me some good. I have been going on and on with the Kampung Buah Pala issue. People now know me as the Kampung Buah Pala woman. I don’t know how I stumbled so deep into the affairs of the people. But I guess it was meant to be. That I take it on and follow through.

Along the way, I discover many things. People are still racists. Both sides. People have perceptions of other races ingrained in them. People just don’t care. I pray hard that those who need help will get the kind of help they need. I pray for the person whose shoulder is bearing all the weight. I pray that those who are hard hearted will somehow stop and see the faces of the people there and know they are humans and not commodity.

From this issue, I have learned a lot. I get to know a lot of people. It gives me a firm step to where ever I am supposed to go. Though I don’t know where.

Just now, I met someone who recognised me. He told me he is the one who arranged for the two homeless girls to stay at the shelter home. I am amazed. I never thought that I could find out who helped the girl and here he is, in the CM’s office. I felt like God is giving me a wink and telling me, “See, woman? Now you know that if you just give yourself a little faith in your ownself, you will see results.” And I know that only the Divine could have helped to show me that whatever things I did is not futile.

Today, I also overheard the CM telling two women to have faith in St. Anne and ask for St. Anne’s help. I was like…”Oh wow…he believes that?”

And I sort of feel guilty that I have never actually feel connected to Jesus’s grandma. I always have problem asking favours. Even from saints. I am pretty much a me and my Jesus person. That’s why this year, I didn’t go. Then again, how could I because almost every night of this week, I was at the same ole same ole Kampung Buah Pala case.

Will it end soon? I don’t think so. But I will keep praying that nothing bad happen to anyone. And those annoying, pesky issues will iron itself out.

Now it is only 3.30 am…