So instead of sleeping on the beddings provided by the landlady, I made my bed with great joy. But when I was lying on the bed, I smelled a very familiar fragrance---the fragrance of the laundry powder my mom always uses. Everything "smells" so familiar, as if I was embracing her. She is so close, but so faraway! I couldn't have enough of this smell, and I tried in vain wanting to lock this fragrance to keep it from fading away.
I miss my mom, I miss my parents back home. My heart aches every time when I think of them. Tears fell out of my eyes and I could do nothing but praying for them. Dear heavenly father, I give my parents to you. Please help them. Please help them find YOU! They need you. Thank you for all that you have provided. Thank you for letting them be my parents.
I should press on and cherish everything I am facing now. Our mighty God is in control so there is nothing I need to worry about. Have faith, keep believing.
Matthew 6:33(ESV)
33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
