Jo Kuch Main De Sakta

Main chinta kar raha tha ki kaise main chuttiyon ke samay karne waali cheezon ke liye paese bharunga: jaise kakshaaen, kaaryeshaalaaen, chutti ke shivir(camp), aur anye cheezein. Mainne socha main ro padungi. Phir mainne yaad kiya jo mujhe sikhlaaya gaya tha Prabhu mein bharosa karne aur vishwaas karne ke baare mein. Mainne Prabhu ke haath mein apna nirnay rakhkha aur bharosa kiya ki agar Uski ichcha ho, Woh ek raasta dikhlaaega.

Usse thode din baad, meri maa ne ek bina nagat(cash) kiye gaye check ko paaya jo ek kaam ka tha jo mainne varsh ke shuruaat mein kiya tha, aur dusre hi din mujhe daak(mail) mein ek chota nagat inaam mila ek pratiyogita mein dusra sthaan paane ke liye. Yeh ek mahaan gawahi tha mere liye ki Parmeshwar jiwit hai, ki Woh mujhse prem karta aur mera parwaah karta hai aur mere liye uplabdh karega.

Main apne Swarg ke Pita aur Uddhaarkarta ke prati kritigyata aur prem se itna bhar gayi thi. Mujhe laga ki main tut kar bikhar jaaungi! Main yeh dikhaana chahati thi main kitni abhaari thi, jitni achchi tarah ho sake Parmeshwar ki jayjaykaar karun, aur us ehsaas ko baantu. Anye logon ne aysa kiya hai geet likhne se, shaayri likhne se, ya tasveer banane se, magar mujhe aysa kuch karna achcha nahin lagta tha. Mainne paaya ki woh ek cheez jo main de sakti thi jo thik rahega tha meri zindagi—“vishwaasiyon ka ek uddhaaran” banna (1 Timothy 4:12), apna jiwan Masih ko dekar. Woh itna hi maangta hai, aur main utna hi de sakti hoon.