A few weeks ago, I left from work
a little earlier, when I got home and for some reason, which i call miracle the house help never did not hear me getting into the house, I found my little boy all by himself downstairs and a
lot of yelling was happening upstairs. I thought my help was on phone, she had
this tendency to shout when on her phone. A few minutes, the yelling did not
seem to end. So I decided to go upstairs and find out what was happening.
It was my little girl, Tana. She
was being yelled at for vomiting on her bed, the househelp was yelling on top
of her voice, telling Tana to go pick up her mess and go take it to the
bathroom. The poor girl was just crying. Just to let you know, Tana was so sick
with a high fever. She had by then already spanked her on her butt and told
off.
After witnessing all this, I started crying, I could not
believe my eyes, when the househelp realized that I had seen it all. She was
shocked. She begged for forgiveness. I told her I have forgiven her and the
evening proceeded as normal.
Let me stop here and say that if
this had happened 4 years ago, I would have landed on the househelp with blows! Both physical
and of anger. I knew I had to do something about this but not in desperation.
The common reaction was to tell her to pack and go. But no, I needed to think
through. Oh how Jesus and His eternal Word has changed me.
The incident took place on a Monday.
The week went by and though I felt bad, I had an internal peace that kept me
moving, and then came the weekend, my help went for her weekend break and came
back on Sunday with a weird story. She
started narrating how she is being be-witched by her friend, who wants her to lose
her current job because she does not like her and that is why she was being so
cruel to my child.
I listened to it all, but of course in my heart I am
thinking, do you think I am stupid enough to buy that form of deceit? My help
came from a tribe where they believed in being bewitched and I knew there was
no need arguing with her.
What was I doing when all this
was going on?
a)
Praying
b)
Seeking counsel from godly friends
c)
Looking for another help
For two weeks, it was hard, my
help had been great! I mean I have never had a serious issue with her and the
kids. But somewhere deep in my heart and
I knew this is it. For some reason I thought, maybe this was just a one off…but
then again I thought she needs to go.
Through a friend, I got to meet a
potential help. She looked promising; I felt I could try her. But this only
made me more confused. You have no idea how much I wanted to make fleeces to
God, actually I tried one that did not work. I prayed, I fasted. The fear of
getting a worse help was gripping my heart, the fear of the unknown, what
about, it’s better the devil you know….
But I remember telling myself one
thing. While I know that my help had really disappointed me, the day I fire her,
I will add on top of her salary, a two weeks salary to keep her moving as she
looks for another job. An idea that I knew my hubby would fight to the end.
So when I made up my mind to fire
her, I told my hubby of my thoughts and he went like, I was thinking of the
same. WHAT?????? REALLY?????
Well, I kind of felt that God was
confirming her need to go. Most of all,
we felt in our hearts her season was over with us and though we knew that she
is a widow with three kids and she needs a job, God would grant her another job.
Believe it or not, I prayed for her to get a new Job. But I knew she had no
grace for my home anymore. If you are like me, I have a special place in my
heart for widows and orphans. I believe this people are very dear to God.
So after two weeks, we fired her on a Saturday. She resisted
leaving, saying that we need to forgive her and she will never do it again. I assured her that i had forgiven her, but was not comfortable with her. She
started crying and acting up. But the peace in my heart was definite. She had
to go.
Please keep reading. I will share the lessons that I learned
Hopefully they will help you one day.
