Sitting on the shore of this beautiful sea and espying the flamboyance of the blue, my mind wandered like a vagabond through the days of my childhood. The good old days with no grief or sorrow but mirth and joy all around! Those were innocent days and the best of times without an iota of anxiety. But still, every time I tripped on my toe or had the slightest grief, I had a finger to hold on to and share my tiniest pain. When I was ignored by the world, I felt like a nonentity and tears wet my cheeks. But, the eyes that always eyed me, told me I was precious.
During those formative years, like many other adolescents, I chose to be obdurate. Callous and defiant, indulgent in my own egoistic feat, I seldom had the time to care. But He still eyed me with love that cannot be fathomed and when I sought Him during crisis, He still told me I was precious.
Through all the pell-mell and the ups and downs, I was held by a passion, a passion to save me! Today when I look back at my life I realize I was not any good but through all my walk and talk, I was clad with compassion and embraced by selfless love.
I have no need to be anxious about anything now. My present is perfect and my future is safe in His care. Words can never suffice to express my gratitude. All I can do is say I Love you too my Master, my Creator!