replying to a love note

This is something I wrote on a day my exam didn't go too well,lazed around and got late for mass.I eventually made it for the evening Mass that day.God's Providence
Today was an awesome day,in the true sense of the word.I came up with something called 'Beyond Bread'.Reflections on the piece of bread.I was wondering why God of the Universe chose bread to convince of his presence.The mind boggling stuff that Holyspirit reminded me off.
Now I know its time for me to write.I've realized two very important aspects of writing.It took me a really long time to figure this out.
Firstly, my vocabulary is very limited.I can't find words beyond 'stuff' and 'things'. Truly humbling experience as a writer.
Secondly,I in a way understood why Esho was telling not to write when I feel like, express myself when I'm sorrowful or happy.Instead wait for the right time. I spent sometime talking to my Lord.I felt one with the world.I conversed,I listened to him as I thought about a piece of Bread,Suffering,My Sin.It was beautiful. I'l write when I'm resting in the Lord, only then will my writing be genuine.I'll be secure in my Love then, I'll not write about my pain disguised as experience. My writng will be another fruit of His presence in my life. So here I go.

God chose the work of human hands-a piece of bread, to declare his presence among us.Bread is not just a fruit of the earth,it is also the work of human hands. The five elements(panch booth) also come together, in forming a product of nature.I remember Diana Chechi telling that it is as difficult as man becoming God,for God to become man. Imagine the humilt to become something his own craeture has made. But this becomes very different when its becoming something one's child has made.The Love of Christ which will place himself on the tongue that lied,so many times blasphemed, so that His Child will experience the sweetness of His forgiveness. This guy is crazy,Knowing that his child will do everything to hurt him he still wore the crown. Here I am asking him to take my 'crush away".Making dirty my tongue with bad words and debating how bad or better they are.Think of His grace that he tells these 'sweetnothings' now.

I have arranged flowers in the vase for the altar at home as long as I can remember, it's looked beautiful with time, as I grew up I learned unconsciously the art of placing it beautifully.But according to me its never looked this lovely for a long time. For about a year now,I bought these flowers with love.When I came home I literally cut and shoved them into the vase . Hardly any love. I even shout back angrily at mom for asking me to do it. Today as I sat alone at home I remembered the work of 'human hand' and this time I put it with love, cutting different stems at different levels. The vase looked like an overgrown garden.I will add a little more of love in the work I do.
Do little things with great Love-Mother Theresa.
All this after an exam went for a toss, missed mass because of miscalculated laziness, had samosa chat by means of an urge, but my dear God turned it around totally.He is bigger than all my follies.

This is the most sensible thing I've written, perhaps because it's inspired by the most sensible person ever.I learnt an important thing thing that day.I will write when I'm resting on the shoulder of my Lord