Precautions do not necessarily mean that you are completely safe, but you are in a potentially dangerous situation. We all seem to take precautionary measures for everything whether it is eating, sleeping, drinking, or simply living, we are being precautious all the time. Most of the time we spend of worrying about these situations we face everyday of our lives. We fill our lives full of anxiety, tension and unpleasantness. The world is spending a fortune discovering gadgets and gizmos for a secured future, security products are sold in millions. Insurance companies create various covers for security; it is a multimillion dollar business world wide and still no guarantees.
A rich man wakes up worried thinking of adding that extra percent to his income. On the other hand a poor man wakes up worried for food to feed his already hungry family. No matter how rich or poor, everybody has to carry his own cross. What is it that will keep us safe and secured? As a matter of fact, these old proverbs make a lot of sense, but can be only sensed when a situation arises, “Carry your own cross.”
For me I am a virtually worried person, I can forget to put the gas stove off, lose my keys, keep the geyser on, misplace my wallet, leave the laptop at the airport, go shopping and forget the bags in the rickshaw. I do this all the time but have never lost anything. I wear a gem studded cross with me all the time, and pray the, “Our Father” all the time, this one prayer keeps me safe and secured that no matter if I have taken the precaution or not, I am safe. The gems on the cross remind me to glorify my creator and not to fall short of His glory. Wearing the cross reminds me that He forgives my sins and protects me from all anxiety and that He gave his life so that I am set free.
A few days ago I had taken my children out for shopping, the mode of local transport is an open cycle rickshaw. The kids love sitting in them more than cars, it’s like a fun ride for them. My daughter loves dangling her otherwise fidgety legs till the ride is over. She is a very hyperactive kid, she adds to my worries, and I cant stop her from doing what she enjoys the most jumping, skipping, dancing, hopping and cant sit still for a moment. No amount of spanking has been able to stop her from doing what she wants. She loves singing her own songs, making up her own stories, and dancing to her tune.
She jumps into her favorite position in the rickshaw and starts her own banter. I keep praying all the time so that nothing goes awry and the fun continues. As we reach our destination the cycle rickshaw pulls over to the side to stop and there was a loud thud. We were banged from the behind by a car driven by a lady talking on her cellphone. That moment I could see only darkness on that bright sunny afternoon, I blanked out completely. I had a hundred thoughts flashing in my mind for that moment, my daughter, her fidgety legs and me spanking her legs to sit still, I could not see her legs.
I screamed and panicked till I could see my daughter walking to me telling me that this time it was not her fault but the aunty in the car was talking on the phone and that it was the aunty’s fault. She was scared of getting another spanking from me so she still kept her distance from me. I carried her up in my arms and kissed her legs, I held her like a winning trophy and could not let her down. I looked at the cycle rickshaw from the behind it was badly mangled and the wheels were completely twisted. The lady apologized and was negotiating the damages with the rickshaw puller while I looked at the sky, held my cross and truly amazed how great our GOD is.
That day onwards my daughter never gets a spanking for doing what she loves most, but she does get a slap or two for not finishing her food.
A rich man wakes up worried thinking of adding that extra percent to his income. On the other hand a poor man wakes up worried for food to feed his already hungry family. No matter how rich or poor, everybody has to carry his own cross. What is it that will keep us safe and secured? As a matter of fact, these old proverbs make a lot of sense, but can be only sensed when a situation arises, “Carry your own cross.”
For me I am a virtually worried person, I can forget to put the gas stove off, lose my keys, keep the geyser on, misplace my wallet, leave the laptop at the airport, go shopping and forget the bags in the rickshaw. I do this all the time but have never lost anything. I wear a gem studded cross with me all the time, and pray the, “Our Father” all the time, this one prayer keeps me safe and secured that no matter if I have taken the precaution or not, I am safe. The gems on the cross remind me to glorify my creator and not to fall short of His glory. Wearing the cross reminds me that He forgives my sins and protects me from all anxiety and that He gave his life so that I am set free.
A few days ago I had taken my children out for shopping, the mode of local transport is an open cycle rickshaw. The kids love sitting in them more than cars, it’s like a fun ride for them. My daughter loves dangling her otherwise fidgety legs till the ride is over. She is a very hyperactive kid, she adds to my worries, and I cant stop her from doing what she enjoys the most jumping, skipping, dancing, hopping and cant sit still for a moment. No amount of spanking has been able to stop her from doing what she wants. She loves singing her own songs, making up her own stories, and dancing to her tune.
She jumps into her favorite position in the rickshaw and starts her own banter. I keep praying all the time so that nothing goes awry and the fun continues. As we reach our destination the cycle rickshaw pulls over to the side to stop and there was a loud thud. We were banged from the behind by a car driven by a lady talking on her cellphone. That moment I could see only darkness on that bright sunny afternoon, I blanked out completely. I had a hundred thoughts flashing in my mind for that moment, my daughter, her fidgety legs and me spanking her legs to sit still, I could not see her legs.
I screamed and panicked till I could see my daughter walking to me telling me that this time it was not her fault but the aunty in the car was talking on the phone and that it was the aunty’s fault. She was scared of getting another spanking from me so she still kept her distance from me. I carried her up in my arms and kissed her legs, I held her like a winning trophy and could not let her down. I looked at the cycle rickshaw from the behind it was badly mangled and the wheels were completely twisted. The lady apologized and was negotiating the damages with the rickshaw puller while I looked at the sky, held my cross and truly amazed how great our GOD is.
That day onwards my daughter never gets a spanking for doing what she loves most, but she does get a slap or two for not finishing her food.
