I became… I am…
… a father.
Today, the person I love the most isn’t my son. It’s my father. Because now, I understand what it means to shift from the pleasure of receiving to the pleasure of giving. Because now, I learned to love unconditionally. Because now, I get the significance of the sacrifice my father has made.
To my son,
I wish that the BEST of my actions are mere shadows in front of the SMALLEST of your good deeds. I wish that the poor and oppressed smile when they hear your name and that the rich and powerful are humbled at the sound of your footsteps. I wish that you are a man of honest and strong actions rather than of empty and weak words. I wish you greatness in all its great forms.
I pray that The Lord doesn’t inflict you with what He Chooses to inflict others with. I pray that He doesn’t try you with what He Chooses to try others with. I pray that He doesn’t take away from you blessings that He Chooses to take away from those around you. And I pray that He Blesses you with greatness that only a few have been Blessed with. Amen.
To my viewers,