Little Prayer Cabin
Prayer is a medium for communication with the divine power who loves us and delivers us from evil. It is not only for asking but a medium for thanksgiving. As I taught my children, it is when we wanted to say something to God – to speak what is in our heart. There were places
Imitate Me
It’s a very bold statement indeed, however not out of pride nor boasting. But a challenge among the believers or saints in Corinth. The challenge became more relevant among us – in the so-called contemporary world. We’ll discuss the verses that led apostle Paul to wrote such a bold challenge of his time. I felt
You keep me going
The sun is going down The night will be long again I’m hoping to see another day Why me Lord? Why me? It’s been long you know I have no strength for this Yet it’s not me it’s you You keep me going And if I’m not going down Another sun will come up I
The Emblem of Suffering and Shame
Suffering is often followed or accompanied by shame. Shame might be one of the hardest to bear. My suffering may not be for the gospel but not giving up on it or enduring it with God’s grace is my offering to him. I was often questioned as to why I chose and write about suffering
Chronic World
[Only for chronically ill person.] ± There were times we wanted to give up. No, not willing to die but very much willing to live yet the physical pain elude our world. ± There were times we could not follow the beat of the music. It brings more pain to us. ± There were times
The Blue Cardigan
Here is the first look at one of my upcoming books titled “The Blue Cardigan” It is now available for pre-order on all Amazon Marketplace. It falls under a Novella or short story group. Further, it is my first time writing on this genre of book – Fiction based on a true story. The Paperback
I lost control
I lost control Of my body still living I lost control out here In my home and outside It comes and goes Holding me captivated I lost control o’er me Yet it’s gonna be alright I lost control They cut me, they stitched me Living with a scar of grace Trying a normal life again
Lilies of the valley
On a misty morning in the wild Alone in the wind blowing mild I stand amid lilies of the valley The sweet scent of them I enjoy The lilies are among the thorns I was born like a lily in the thorn They had survived the winter cold In the warmth of love, they’d hold
Where his father led him
He is young he lives free Not thinking much, he lives He found love, very deeply Too much love, he can’t handle Things might speed up, he knows Bound in their love, he prepares No preparation isn’t sufficient It’s a new phase of life, a new era He got married, became a father Now he
