I found a gift shop in a clockman’s house on the Goods Street. I was looking for a gift for my elderly grandma —A Little Girl of God; I imagined it could be a scarf to warm her fragile frame on a chilly night. And there I saw a cotton shoulder cover with an exquisite pattern of the mint-green leaves —a replica of the local bridal embroidery. As the lady, seller, was busy wrapping it into the delicate coral paper I set my eyes on handmade jewelleries; I gasped when I saw a piece I’ve been looking for years — a necklace with a cross —pure silver, one of a kind, yet simple, I asked the lady, “How much do I have to pay for such a treasure?” She said: “The world”. I hesitated for a minute, I didn’t like the price at all. . . But with that cross I’ve fell in love. I shook my heart to stir my faith, “I want it,” I finally said and was about to pay, that’s when I saw its name —“Saint”, truly, I said, that title is worth of giving up the world. That day I found the perfect cover for God’s little girl.
“And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me.” Jesus Christ
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