Ways Of Providence

A tumultuous time came unushered in my beleaguered life that writhed in the crushing clutch of destructive agony. My heart broke, bled with desperation in pining pain, found no arms stretched to be embraced by solace. At the edge of hope as the helpless mind sorely got the unmistakable signal of the beginning of the end, it surrendered to the benevolent power of the almighty, prayed for the miraculous results of divine intervention. In the darkness of opaque nights the tormented life found in the wilderness the winding path illumined by His light. My soul swam in the sea of infinite faith, the supreme savior, to know that the creator’s grace protects what He creates. As the servile senses perceived the ways of providence, the feeling of getting assured protection in His benign shelter invigorated the mental strength for the destined rejuvenation, and the heart responded to the divine healing touch for revival.