Mary... six years with us... and now this...
All because of a missing M$200...
My heart says She is innocent.
My head says There is no way she is. The one straight line leads to her.
Heartbreak.
I was heartbroken for 10 days. 10 days of feeling extremely tired. Could hardly eat a thing.
In many ways, Mary stepped into the role that my mother left when she died. Mary loved being with us, the house was filled with her love. The house was clean, orderly; she cooked, washed and ironed for us. She went to the market, ensured our physical needs were met. She was our nurturer.
In turn, she had the master bedroom (my brother & I were very comfortable in our own rooms & felt no need to change), was free to put whatever she wanted into it; It had multiple handphones, bundles of clothes, shoes, purses. She was a hoarder, like my mother. Every few months, she sent a box of clothes and other stuff home. Even as she worked here, she also nurtured her family.
But, there was a subtle change in her behaviour. She became more & more acquisitive. She hoarded more and more things. She wanted everything. Sometimes she just assumed certain things were hers. It was like the spirit of greed had taken hold of her.
And then, one fateful day, 5 Dec, I left my ringgit on my bedside table after counting it -- something I never do is to leave my purse exposed. But I did it that day, feeling the spirit of God leading me to do so and I also had a sense of complacency that it would be fine. Little did I know...
In Johor Bahru, at the end of the shopping day where I paid by credit cards, I decided to pay by cash. I was stunned there was so little ringgit left. After examining all the possibilities, there could be only one conclusion.
All because of a missing M$200...
My heart says She is innocent.
My head says There is no way she is. The one straight line leads to her.
Heartbreak.
I was heartbroken for 10 days. 10 days of feeling extremely tired. Could hardly eat a thing.
In many ways, Mary stepped into the role that my mother left when she died. Mary loved being with us, the house was filled with her love. The house was clean, orderly; she cooked, washed and ironed for us. She went to the market, ensured our physical needs were met. She was our nurturer.
In turn, she had the master bedroom (my brother & I were very comfortable in our own rooms & felt no need to change), was free to put whatever she wanted into it; It had multiple handphones, bundles of clothes, shoes, purses. She was a hoarder, like my mother. Every few months, she sent a box of clothes and other stuff home. Even as she worked here, she also nurtured her family.
But, there was a subtle change in her behaviour. She became more & more acquisitive. She hoarded more and more things. She wanted everything. Sometimes she just assumed certain things were hers. It was like the spirit of greed had taken hold of her.
And then, one fateful day, 5 Dec, I left my ringgit on my bedside table after counting it -- something I never do is to leave my purse exposed. But I did it that day, feeling the spirit of God leading me to do so and I also had a sense of complacency that it would be fine. Little did I know...
In Johor Bahru, at the end of the shopping day where I paid by credit cards, I decided to pay by cash. I was stunned there was so little ringgit left. After examining all the possibilities, there could be only one conclusion.
During a practical ministry session yesterday, we were to discern by the Spirit of God the fiery darts that were lodged in us. My partner saw a “box” around my head, and a metal shaft through my heart. By faith, she removed both. I went to a Christmas party, feeling like a zombie. There was barely any energy.
This morning, my energy returned. My wound healed. At breakfast, Mary announced that she would resign. The cutting off of the tie between us restored my energy, I believe.
In two days, she goes. She was a part of our lives for six years. We will miss her, buzzing around, doing the housework. She was a good worker. We will miss her love & care for us...All because of a missing M$200, our lives change.
This morning, my energy returned. My wound healed. At breakfast, Mary announced that she would resign. The cutting off of the tie between us restored my energy, I believe.
In two days, she goes. She was a part of our lives for six years. We will miss her, buzzing around, doing the housework. She was a good worker. We will miss her love & care for us...All because of a missing M$200, our lives change.
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