All things nice and good, all things great
and wonderful,
but even things that seem unfair,
there is a purpose of their existence.
I never requested my life. Neither my parents
nor anybody else did.
But
all have got some place of
existence in our world we live in.
The agent of dengue, the snakes that bite to
death,
even the criminals, they also do their part
to
complement the existence of beautiful
butterflies,
the cobwebs on a misty morning, and the glory
of people who work for the goodness of
others.
I could not even think of the purpose of my
existence.
God has given us the gift of life
with only God knows His divine purpose for
each of us.
We are God's creation. He gave good life
for us and He is expecting to give good life
back.
Each of us has given empty pages of books
for us
to be written our daily lives until we filled it up.
Such that day of book launching,
we the writer would only be the one to read
between the lines
the times of our lives.
Consider this: God without man, His is still
God.
Man
without God means nothing.
If we do not know the purpose of our
existence,
do not
be bothered by it, bring purpose with our
existence ourselves, in God's way!
