“God is, for me, a affectionate companion who, each morning, leaves me baskets of surprise, pregnant with possibilities. Everyday, every “now” is a basket of possibility.”—( Plagiarism )

I love this thought. I haven’t felt it for a few days or sounds a little gloomy but for whole my life; either I haven’t felt it or haven’t occurred to think my life with this prism.

Well, if so, think again: God leaves me baskets of surprise, pregnant with possibilities everyday, every now.