Loving God

Today, I felt like I am superwoman! Here I was walking towards my favourite kopitiam wanting to tabao my dinner back to office. Suddenly, I saw this old lady kept pointing nervously at a particular direction. I turned and I saw this little Indian boy trying to calm his brother down. Thing is, his brother is over the other side of a waist-high pillar. Apparently, he dropped his cap over the pillar. It was easy for him to climb up (with the help of a seat) and then down to retrieve the cap. Tough part was that he doesn't know how to climb back up! And he was totally surrounded by bushes and flowers. For a barely 3 year old boy, his only mindset was to go back the way he went down. Poor boy was crying his heart out by the time I reached him. Automatically, his arms just spread wide open for me to carry him. Got him over the pillar. The cries turned to soft sobbings. Did a quick check with him on what happened, where are their parents and their names. Awhile, that little boy forgotten that he was trapped just 2 mins ago. Off he and his brother ran off to the playground and play.

It was a very heartwarming incident for me personally. For one, I have never "rescued" anyone before. For another, it turned my not-so-fantastic day around. Even as I am typing now, I can still remember that arms spread out to me, that teary long-eyelashed eyes, that plea in those huge round eyes, that thankfulness that someone was around, that smile that came after the "rescue".

That scene brought me back to my relationship with God. It says in Mark 12:31-32 to love God with all of my heart, with all of my mind, with all of my soul and with all of my strength. That's loving God with my total being. From head to toe. From inner feelings to outer emotions. That incident brought a chuckle to me as I walk back to office because I was thinking - How appropriate! Each time I am down and low, I know that whenever I spread my arms, God will always be there for me! Whenever I cry, He will always be there to wipe my tears. Then, awhile later, when I am fine, I run away and carried on with my life at times even forgotten to give thanks or have a mouth filled with praise! As I meditate on that verse, I yearn that with each passing day, I will know how to love God better.

*smile* And no.. I am not expecting a 3 year old boy to thank me. Heehee..