Hey there, reader! Today, I want to take you back to the year 2003, when life was simpler and distractions were few. Join me as I reminisce about my 8-year-young self, who found solace in a box of crayons while playing alone.
In a world without internet and endless distractions, my creativity thrived with those colorful sticks in hand. But even the most exciting adventures sometimes grew dull, and that's when my secret crayon scraping technique came into play. On one such day, when the world seemed a bit too quiet, I resorted to my box of crayons. I would draw to my heart's content, but when boredom struck, I'd scrape away the colors using a small knife. It was my little secret technique to add some excitement to my artistic endeavors. Oh, the wonders of being a kid!
But this day was different. I stumbled upon a steel rod we had lying around at home, the same rod I occasionally used as a makeshift ruler. A mischievous idea popped into my head – what if I blew through the rod to scatter the crayon crumbs? Oh, the possibilities!
Without thinking twice, I blew with all my might, unaware of the chaos that would ensue. The harmless crayon crumbs turned into tiny pieces, invading my throat and causing me to choke. In that moment of sheer terror, I turned to the only solace I knew – prayer. With a heart full of sincerity, I pleaded with Jesus, begging to be spared from this unexpected fate. "Please Jesus, I don't want to die so young," I whispered, promising to be the best child I could be.
In a rush of panic, I sprinted to the kitchen sink and gargled away the crayon crumbs, relieved to still be alive. Gratitude flooded my heart as I thanked Jesus for hearing my prayer. It was a lesson learned, and years later, I shared this incident with my parents, who shuddered at the thought of what could have happened.
It's scary to think about the danger I didn't even realize I was in, but it reminds me that Jesus sees everything, even the things we do in secret. He listens to our prayers and helps us when we truly reach out to Him. Reflecting on that childhood moment, I'm filled with gratitude for Jesus, my constant companion. It's a reminder that He sees us even in our most private moments, and He answers our prayers when we seek Him sincerely. Even if it is the most stupidest or embarrassing of mistakes despite our age or maturity.
Until next time, keep coloring your world with joy and gratitude.
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