As I strolled past a beautifully adorned house just days before Christmas, the tantalizing scent of freshly baked goods enveloped the air. The world was gearing up for the festive season, and I, too, had elaborate plans to make this Christmas unforgettable. Little did I know that God had a different script for me.
My vision included a warm home adorned with festive decorations, delightful meals, shopping sprees, donning new attire, and moments of prayer and reflection. In a surprising turn of events, my world crumbled, and all my meticulously laid plans were cast aside. Betrayal haunted my nights, transforming the sanctuary I once called home into a desolate landscape.
A home derives its essence from its inhabitants, its family. Yet, unbeknownst to me, my man had another home, another family. The realization of this deception left me cold and shattered, seeking solace in the somber corners of my once-beloved room. Tears stained my pillow as I endured sleepless nights, grappling with the overwhelming sense of betrayal.
However, as written in the Bible, "The Lord is my shepherd," I found solace in the assurance that even when we stray, the Shepherd seeks out His lost sheep. Our human nature inclines us to wander, but God's grace beckons us back onto the path of redemption.
Amidst the darkness, Christmas dawned, and God had orchestrated a different plan—one filled with unexpected blessings.
He had sent a special Santa to take care of me and make my Christmas merry. Suddenly, the best plans were set into motion, and celebrations commenced without giving me a moment to contemplate what was happening. I simply allowed myself to breathe in the positivity that enveloped me and let my heart beat to the rhythm of joy.
December 24, 2023: I awoke to the joyous surprise of my travel blog being published in a prominent newspaper. The day unfolded with serenity as I attended a Sai Puja at a dear friend's house, experiencing divine grace in the midst of positive energy.
December 25, 2023: A peaceful night's rest ushered in a bright Christmas morning. I began the day with a pilgrimage to the sacred shrine of Dewa Sharif, after a hiatus of nine years. Live qawalis filled the air with positivity, reminding me of the universal message of love for humanity.
The evening brought more joy
through mall hopping and a shopping spree at Fun Mall. The highlight, however,
was visiting the Cathedral to bow before the Almighty, expressing gratitude for
His unexpected blessings.
As I stood in the beautifully adorned church, memories of morning masses, hymns, and prayers flooded my mind. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I silently prayed for strength to overcome the darkness that had enveloped my life. In the quiet sanctuary of the church, I added a prayer for healing, knowing that the Lord would answer my pleas and deliver me from the pain of betrayal.
In this unexpected Christmas journey, God's plan unfolded, and I embraced the blessings that emerged from the ashes of shattered expectations.
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