Women Of Destiny

You would never see me without "Bobo". "Bobo" was more than a bolster, it was my best friend! (:

"Bobo" had different smells on it, different parts that was slightly soft, and from the once pearly white had become slightly yellowish. It had been with me since birth.

My parents would always complain of it stinking up the whole house, and often urged me to throw away "Bobo". With my fist clutched tight around "Bobo", I would always shake my head and protest vehemently against throwing it away. My parents tried enticing me into throwing it away by offering to buy me other nicer bolsters, with nicer patterns/designs, but it was always to no avail. How could I throw away my best friend?

My mother seized the opportunity when I was away in nursey school one day. She callously threw "Bobo" down the rubbish chute. When I reached home, I immediately set out to look for "Bobo". After making a few rounds around the house, and discovering that "Bobo" was gone, I was beginning to feel slightly horrified. Where was my beloved companion? I burst into tears and went to my mother. It was then that my mother gently held me against her and told me she had thrown away "Bobo".

That would be an incident I would forever remember. If I am not wrong, I was only 4 years of age at that time, but I had already had a strong bond with my bolster. (attached! *gasp*)

I believe that would be the type of bond I am striving to have with God. The feeling of being utterly close to God, going everywhere with Him, telling Him everything and doing everything with Him. Thinking about it, isn't it kind of sad that I could have "cared" so much for a mere bolster, nevermind God? Yes, that bolster had been with me since I was born, it was the first thing I had carried in my chubby little hands, the first object I had drooled on. I loved "Bobo" with all my heart. And yet, God, the God that made me, the God that created me, the God that knows my name, the God that planned every single strand of my hair on my head, doesn't matter as much to me as my "Bobo" did then. How weird is that! "Bobo" wasn't even a living thing, and yet God doesn't even measure up to it. Wow, I must be slightly crazy.

As I became older (aww), more bolsters/pillows/soft toys came along, none of them did quite match up to "Bobo". Not even Muffin, a stuffed toy dog I carried from P1-P6, (I love Muffin too, btw. He was so cute <3)>

God, here I come (:

Moving on, I think I also want to serve God in every way I can. Be it music, or whatever (:

Haha, this blog is getting addictive!

See you guys,

Pris