While riding on my taxi this morning, I peered to my side of window and saw a girl with black umbrella. She was the only one holding the umbrella in-between the other pedestrians who waited for the red light to turn green stubbornly bracing the drizzle of the Monday morning rain.
I realized how sometimes this view is the mirror of our daily walk with our God. How many of us have and are actually opening an umbrella, protecting ourselves from the "drizzle" of life's temptation while waiting for God's plan to unveil before our eyes? How many of us saw someone opening the umbrella but still stubbornly just waited till we were to drench to start opening the umbrella? Isn't it too late when that happen? Or how many of us haven't have that umbrella that could provide shelter and protection? Isn't it time to buy one?

I heard a sharing yesterday, to be in parallel of my analogies today, let just say, this young man was holding on to the black colored umbrella and sharing a soft and sweet candy floss path with a lovely lady, who was also holding on to a very pretty pink colored umbrella. They were holding hands when lightning struck, blinding the young man for a while, and their hands were separated. When he opened up his eyes, the lovely lady was no where to be seen and the sweet-candy floss pathway crumbled and turned back into hard brick road. Angry, the young man threw away his umbrella. Claiming the umbrella would only remind him of her and her betrayal. Since then he had never ever brought any umbrella when he went out to the world, even when umbrellas were so many in his home. Even when hurricanes of life came, he braced it all with his own strength. Even because of his drenched clothes, he caught a really bad cold and fever, he kept on insisting not to bring the umbrella.

Now, is it the umbrella's fault that the young lady left him? Is it the lightning's fault? Is is the young man's fault? Is it the young lady's fault? Is it even a fault to begin with?

I won't say anything about the young man's habit not to bring umbrella, but shouldn't he stop being a cry-baby (crying over a spilled-milk, that is), and start acknowledging that he does need an umbrella, or he is running out of clothes to wear in this rainy season.

Ps: All of these pictures are from Yahoo! Image. I don't have own or take them myself.