4. Unto His Feet

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When I was in my twelfth grade, I was a bit serious about my studies, as I was asked to study well by my parents, because they wanted to make me a doctor. But during those days, because of studies, stress and pressure, it wasn't a good time for me. Parents pushing, no fun with friends and teachers training us so hard, it was going on like that. But I had a teacher, who was a great inspiration for me in those times. He encouraged me to study well and I always felt a father in him. One day, as usual I was simply praying and I had a vision. In that vision, the teacher whom I respected like my father, was misbehaving with me. I was shocked to see that. And I saw that vision whenever I prayed. Few days later, I happened to see the real face of that teacher - like that of my vision. I cried! I was broken! I was completely deseperate! This realization, that, the teacher was not whom I imagined to be, but was the one whom he shouldn't have been, killed me! But it was for good! Now I know! With tears I ran to His feet. That was the moment when I was touched by the love of Jesus... I wished to be His child, like the same child who prayed to Him though no one taught her to, like the child who asked for forgiveness, though no one saw her sin. From that moment on, my heart melted and Jesus started His residence in it, never leaving that place anymore!

 From that moment on, my heart melted and Jesus started His residence in it, never leaving that place anymore!

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