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| It was at the end of school term in my 1st
year at university.
In our school, if you were a frosh (1st year student), your entrance grade
determined what kinda residence room
you would be assigned; whoever got above 90% would mostly be assigned
a single room in a nice and quiet residence. However, beyond first
year, your luck would determine your destiny for the next year because
every
applicant would be on lottery. I wasn't crazy about moving out of the
residence like some other people, so I wrote my name down for
lottery. I had a favorite residence in my mind. It was the Chown
Hall, an all-girl residence close to the cafeteria with a nice lake
view. On the day of the lottery, before I went to see the result, I
prayed to God outside: "Father, please give me a room in Chown
Hall on the first floor, so I don't have to climb too many stairs
like this year because I have low blood pressure."
After I prayed, I went inside and tried to locate my name on the lottery list. On the list, there was a number right beside the name, and for mine, it was "024". Suddently, I was shocked. "It couldn't be", I thought. "It means my room will be on ground floor?", I couldn't believe my eyes. My first year room number was "230" and the room was on second floor. I was really upset about the result because ground floor was the worst location it could ever be. There were only 4 rooms on the ground floor and people would chat and laugh and scream and pass by right outside of your door, and you couldn't possibily open the windows because pedestrains could easily see you from outside. "Gee..that would be like hell", I thought. My anger bursted out and I started to get mad at God. "Father, why are you doing that to me. I'm sure I'd be better off if I hadn't prayed to you and put this on your hands. Even 2nd floor or 3rd floor would be far better off than the ground floor! Alright, if you don't want me to study well here then you've got it! I'm sure I won't be able to study at all next year". Then I went outside to breath some fresh air because I was already not feeling well, and I met some friends outside talking about their alloted numbers. A girl was so excited because she got "072". Then I was confused - why she was so happy to get "072"? I wondered, "what? she actually "prefers" the ground floor?". Then a friend turned to me and said, "Karen, you are so lucky to get '024', that means you can virtually pick 'any' room you like because you will be the 24th person in school to choose a room..." My face suddently turned red. I felt so ashamed to have blamed God for the lottery result. There were only 1/3 of girls in ratio, and there were 4 all-girl residences on campus. By doing some mathematics quickly, my chance, as the 24th person in the school to pick a room, to get a favorite room in the residence is almost a sure win. That year, I got the best room in Chown Hall. It was a room on the first floor with a nice view. Everyday I saved time by not having to wait for the elevator because the beautiful spiral staircase would bring me to the doorstep of my room. My neighbours in the wing were among the most beautiful girls in the year, so I could always enjoy a quiet environment in residence. Hey, if you think that pretty girls would bring higher traffic to the hallway, you are wrong. These guys never got close to the hallway because they just waited outside of the residence entrance. -- Most of the time, we see thing in such a short distance, and we can't recognize God's plan on us. We complain to God when we think God hasn't given us what we desire, but God always know beforehand what we really need, and He has already prepared the best for each of us. Ephesians 3:20 "Now to him who by the power that is working within us is able to do far beyond all that we ask or think" 2 Corinthians Ch 5:7 "for we live by faith, not by sight." |
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