New verse 2 - Something i can learn from.

Sunday was suppose to be our day together as always, and i'm stucked at home wondering what she's doing =.= ironic how things turned out to be.

I decided to went to gym later that day around 2 pm. And on the way to gym there are 2 red cars that pass me by with the plate license number "152". I smiled, and gave a bit of laugh... what is god really trying to do to me?

The day passes with me finishing gym and staying home playing a game of "GO" with my fren.

This morning when i reached the office, my partner was using my pc, she opened up a website talking about some stories. She went off to her own pc and left the website open, so i went and read it. I got slapped on the face when i read the parts below:

Two Levels Of Acceptance

The first level of acceptance is tolerance.

The second level is appreciation.

Let me tell you a story.

Jean came up to me one day and said, “Bo, can I share something with you? My story might help women you talk to.”

Jean said that her husband is addicted to watching basketball. She told me that it drove her insane. “Brother Bo, there was a time when his passion for watching basketball made me so angry. I would nag him, I would throw pots and pans in his direction, I would hide the TV remote control—just so he can’t watch.”

She told him, “I think basketball has become your god. And the churches you attend are NBA, PBA, PBL, NCAA, and UAAP. All you talk about is basketball.” And her husband would answer back, “Foul yan.”

“But after a couple of years,” Jean said, “I just gave up. I realized that nothing was going to happen. That he will never change.”

That was the day when Jean began to tolerate her husband’s passion for basketball. Whenever she saw him sitting in front of the TV watching a game, she felt less irritation in her heart.

But one day, Jean had a bigger epiphany.

That fateful morning, Jean’s best friend called her up crying hysterically on the phone. Through many tears, she said that she discovered her husband was having an affair. After an hour of trying to comfort her, Jean’s friend said, “I wish my husband was like your husband, Jean—so faithful to you.”

That one sentence was like a slap on her face.

She woke up.

Jean realized she was blind to the great blessing that her husband was to her.

Because she was so focused on his basketball addiction, she never appreciated how faithful her husband was to her.

She also began to count the many ways he was a wonderful husband: He was hard-working, he loved the kids, he went with her to her prayer meetings, and he was sweet in his own manly, clumsy way.

Today, she sometimes joins him watching basketball.

She still doesn’t appreciate the game. She told her husband once, “Why don’t they just give one ball to each team?” But she enjoys being with her wonderful husband now.

That day, Jean moved from tolerance to appreciation.

And that was the day her marriage became very happy.

-end-

I've been trying to change my girl's temper so much that i didn't realise all her good points.

She was loyal, have a smile that would warm my heart for the whole year, funny in her own way, sweet, and loving.

So tell me, what is god really trying to do? Ask me to wait for her? Give me regrets? Ask me to learn from this?

They say god loves us in many ways and that what we wished for wholeheartedly he will fulfill it for us. So god, can i ask u for one wish? can i have her back..?

152 <3