In a quaint little cottage, a world of enchanting beauty, resided a little child named Alka, blessed with the wisdom of her loving grandpa. Together, they cultivated a magical garden, where nature’s palette unfolded in a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues.
One serene evening, as the golden sun began its descent, casting a warm glow upon the land, Alka ventured into the garden, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Amongst the tapestry of blossoms, her gaze fixated upon a mesmerizing pink rose, its velvety petals beckoning to her like whispers from a secret realm.
With tiny fingers, she plucked the rose from its abode, cradling its delicate beauty in her hands. Unbeknownst to her, her grandpa watched her with a twinkle in his eyes, appreciating the innocence that danced within her soul.
“Dear Alka,” he gently spoke, “May I admire the rose for a fleeting moment?”
Clutching the precious bloom tightly, Alka retorted, “No, it is mine! I won’t give it away.”
Her grandpa, the paragon of patience, replied, “Indeed, my dear, it is yours to cherish. Yet, might you lend it to me for a mere minute?” And so, she surrendered a single petal, reluctantly parting with a fragment of her treasure.
Her grandpa, adorned with wisdom, smiled tenderly and said, “Thank you, my dear.” However, he repeated his plea, requesting the rose once more. One by one, Alka relinquished additional petals, caught between her desire to keep the rose and her curiosity about her grandpa’s intentions.
Petal by petal, until only the bare stem remained clasped within Alka’s grasp. Her heart sank, disappointment tugging at her innocent spirit. She wondered why her grandpa insisted on the entire flower.
With a gentle touch, her grandpa lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Softly, he spoke, “My dear Alka, I asked for the rose because I wished to fashion it into a splendid hair band, a crown befitting the beauty that resides within you. It would have adorned your flowing locks, reminding you of the magic we share in this garden.”
Alka’s eyes widened, realization dawning upon her. The rose she had so ardently clung to was meant to be transformed into a wondrous symbol of love from her grandpa. Yet, in her reluctance, she had missed the opportunity to wear nature’s gift upon her head.
In the echoes of this tender tale lies a timeless message,
Just as Alka learned to trust her grandpa’s intentions, we, too, are called to place our faith in the loving embrace of the Divine. When God asks for something from us, be it a possession, a dream, or a piece of our hearts, He does so not to deprive or diminish, but to create space for renewal and transformation.
Embrace the dance of faith, for in giving everything to God, we discover that His blessings know no bounds, and His love envelops us like a gentle breeze, carrying us closer to the fulfillment of our truest purpose.
So, dear friend who ever read this, when the Divine calls upon you, listen with an open heart, and offer your gifts without questioning. Trust him and he replaces with abundant blessings, love, growth, and a deeper connection to the beautiful symphony of life orchestrated by His divine hand.
GOD BLESS YOU – WHOEVER READS THIS : )
