Thoughts of being a "generic" human being keep on bugging my mind lately. I thought I have a generic name and a generic face. (Hehe. Just in my low self-esteem mood.) I asked God, "Is there something special about me?" (Just wanting to have some affirmation and assurance.)
Last night, my mom and I came early for the Black Gospel Music Celebration Worship Concert. We decided to eat and stroll inside the St. Francis Square while waiting. My mom suggested that I should buy a new pair of shoes (as an alternate to my fave sneakers). There were lots of shoes on different stalls. There were many choices of design and color. "I want a unique one!", I said to my mom. After going around the stalls for some time, we saw a cute sneaker-like-girly-looking pair of slip-on shoes. We asked for the price and it was reasonable. The salesman encouraged me to try the shoes. The shoes on display looked big. My mom asked for the smallest size. The salesman said the smallest size is 35. "Oh yeah, 35 is my size!" (I remembered I bought a pair of shoes years ago with size 35 and it fitted my feet.) But when I tried the shoes, it was one size bigger than my size. Too bad. The salesman encouraged me to look for other designs. I saw my second choice but then the smallest size is not my size again. Too bad again. I was quite disappointed because I wasn't able to buy a pair of shoes. But I felt that God just want to say something to me, "Tin, you have a unique size of feet! You see, with all the pairs of shoes available in all these stalls, nothing fits your feet -- because you're unique!" Hehe, God has a good sense of humor. "Yeah, I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made!" :)
Last night, my mom and I came early for the Black Gospel Music Celebration Worship Concert. We decided to eat and stroll inside the St. Francis Square while waiting. My mom suggested that I should buy a new pair of shoes (as an alternate to my fave sneakers). There were lots of shoes on different stalls. There were many choices of design and color. "I want a unique one!", I said to my mom. After going around the stalls for some time, we saw a cute sneaker-like-girly-looking pair of slip-on shoes. We asked for the price and it was reasonable. The salesman encouraged me to try the shoes. The shoes on display looked big. My mom asked for the smallest size. The salesman said the smallest size is 35. "Oh yeah, 35 is my size!" (I remembered I bought a pair of shoes years ago with size 35 and it fitted my feet.) But when I tried the shoes, it was one size bigger than my size. Too bad. The salesman encouraged me to look for other designs. I saw my second choice but then the smallest size is not my size again. Too bad again. I was quite disappointed because I wasn't able to buy a pair of shoes. But I felt that God just want to say something to me, "Tin, you have a unique size of feet! You see, with all the pairs of shoes available in all these stalls, nothing fits your feet -- because you're unique!" Hehe, God has a good sense of humor. "Yeah, I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made!" :)
1 comment:
That's a very optimistic way of looking at things.
good job.
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