When God Transforms You, It's Effortless

Have you ever been reprimanded for not holding your chopsticks properly?
I haven't. Well not until I was over 22.
One evening last year, My boss took me and my colleagues, along with a few managers from our Japan branch office to Jumbo Restaurant. I had trouble picking up a fried scallop with my chopsticks so I got nervous and just poked through the scallop and quickly drop it into my bowl.
Now one of the Japanese managers saw that and casually remarked that back where he came from, a father would smack the child's hand when that happened. At that moment I felt soooo embarrassed. I responsed with a smile. This incident has became one of those memories I know would stick forever.
I've got similar remarks before but this time I couldn't brush it away. From then on, I tell myself to learn how to hold chopsticks properly. Yet the more I put my mind to it, the harder it is. So I gave up eventually. It's strange that I didn't think of praying over the matter. Yet I guess He heard a groan from me.
I don't know when it start happening, I believe it's a few weeks ago, my fingers started adjusting themselves. I was holding the chopsticks properly but I didn't notice it. When I did notice, I tried going back to my old way of holding them but it would feel uncomfortable. Bewilderment arose. Unconsiously, I have changed. God has changed me.
Later the same thing happened for holding a pen. I was taking down some notes today then a voice inside me tells me to look at my fingers and I saw them positioned properly (Like the pics above). This has never happened before.
Then it struck me that after the dinner incident, I have been placed at places to see new modern pens that will help you get better grip and 'force' your fingers to be in the right position. I did want to buy them at first but put that thought off after I calculated how MANY pens I have at home.
God can truly transform you without you notice it ah I tell you. Don't play play... ;-)


















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