To see through His eyes, think with His mind, and offer what I receive: what else could the path be? And if that is the path, what would I want to keep for myself? What would I want to leave forgotten?
Could I live a life in which every day was Christmas? A holiday that once meant nothing to me because I did not truly understand what it meant to Give.
I will gratefully accept whatever destiny has arranged, for gifts need only someone willing to give them. Could there be a greater Gift? Could there be anything greater than being His emissary?
All it takes is a brief look back. All it takes is to remember what a gaze filled with hope gives in return. Who would not want to be the genie who grants wishes and, once they are granted, is freed from captivity?
Who would refuse to be a river of colours flowing into a sea of light? Surely only the poor blind soul who believes he has nothing while his pockets are full.