It is yet another day that I write to you. I can feel that you are as frustrated as I am. We cannot see each other as often as we would want to. In a fair and a just world, your place would be beside your both parents. By now you have realized that out of our own deliberate choices, we hurt you and ourselves.
Child believe me, reminiscing on the past will not take us to the future. It is true the past sometimes makes what we become. What I have come to know through experience is that the future is now. What I do with what I have now is what really matters.
What can we make of what we have and not what we miss or fear to miss? By answering that question, happiness and meaning become part of our now. It is also possible to seize new moments and opportunities that continue to follow us the rest of our lives.
The sweet Psalmist has said, “The sufferings of a righteous person are many, but the Lord saves him from all of them.” Sufferings anchor us to reality, and are a conscience to what life is. They are not meant to defraud us of happiness, but rather to give meaning to our times and moments of ecstatic joys and pleasure. Without them we loose touch with the base.
Did you know that the same God, who loves us and sent his only begotten son, will someday have his children and those who refused to obey him straight to hell? Not because, he hates them, but because he really loved them and the best place for them is hell.
I am sorry child; I am bubbling and not giving you any meaningful discourse. Child what I want to show you is that if you want to know everything. It will be impossible in one lifetime to know the whole lot.
In our hearts we have been given a guide that tells us what is right and what is to be done. Unfortunately, we have filled it with many other things to the extent it is laced with hate, shortsightedness, greed and all the vices that drown a man into meaninglessness. That’s why my child there are more religions and teachings than you will imagine.
I can remember as you began to appreciate movement you would express it through your discomfort and give a cry. Then I would stand and move you around in my arms hoping to satisfy your want. Sometimes, just being rocked in my arms was enough, other times you pulled me to where a football was and other times you would bring an item that you wanted us to use to play your game.
It is true you did not need to say with words what you communicated with me using your language, which, was manual and non-verbal.
I came to understand you, as I looked deep into you bubbly brown inquisitive eyes, we understood each other and knew that what mattered most was that we were together and time or space did not have control over us.
That bond stays forever and that look never leaves me. Your eyes remind me of very happy moments they are a treasure trove for me as each day I count my blessings.
They remind me of possibilities I could never imagined and possibilities that the future holds. They are eyes of hope and eyes that can see the future and bring it to pass. Wherever I go and whatever I do, your innocent bubbly brown eyes follow me…….
maina maina/susan maina
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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