Frequently.

If I do, it’s either i’m so sure i’m right, or i’m sooooo dry. hahaha

and right now i’m not sure if i’m right :(

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The Miners Festival was fast approaching, yet the village still did not have enough chalcopyrite — the mineral their village was ironically so rich in — for the further design of the festival. “Further” because the festival was already fine without the help of this miner who actually volunteered to gather more chalcopyrite. This miner, named Tyler went up to their Mayor and boldly and confidently said, “We can do it! Our family of miners will be enough to gather the chalcopyrite needed to further beautify everything!” The Mayor almost jumped to his feet! Everybody wanted better. Better means bigger. Better design, bigger publicity. The Mayor took the “offer”.

“What?” Tyler’s brother Jon almost angrily asked.

“You heard it right. I volunteered that we mine for the Festival.”

“Are you insane? Don’t you know how hard it is to gather enough chalcopyrite for the design the Mayor has in mind?? It would have been better if we had enough time and resources…and people!! Look at us! Our sister is in the other village. Our other sister has something else to do. Our older brother is even busier than before. There isn’t enough of us for this mining endeavor of yours to ever come to fruition!”

“Oh, but you’re forgetting one thing, Jon,” Tyler said. “I’ve already told the Mayor we’re doing it.”

Jon’s anger died down slowly. Really slowly. “Then I guess we’re going to have to make do with what we have.” Jon turned his back on Tyler and obliviously went to his room.

“I’m going now,” Tyler said, walking away from the table of breakfast their mother has prepared for them.

“To the mining site?” Jon was happy to see his brother excited for this thing he volunteered for. I guess he’s really serious about this, he thought.

“Oh, no, no,” Tyler replied, and as these words departed from his lips, Jon’s ears were sealed from whatever excuse Tyler had to say.

Jon could see Tyler’s lips moving, saying something he forced himself to mute out of his hearing system. Tyler had other priorities. Jon knew that. But Jon felt frustration and exasperation creep into his heart. Why would he volunteer to do something he wouldn’t have one hundred percent commitment to? Jon asked himself.

There was only one conclusion to this. It is time to take things into my hands, Jon said to himself. Chalcopyrite? I can gather them alone.

But there was one thing he was forgetting.

He didn’t have to do it…alone.

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Sometimes God speaks through our own words. :)

Sorry Lord for entertaining bitter thoughts. Thank you for speaking to me. And never leaving me nor forsaking me :’)