Consistent Care: The Eye of God
Few leaves of long-leafed coriander or culantro from my hometown are rich enough to make me feel the taste of home. Each year, my mother sent me some saplings so that we could add them to our potted plants, in the land where it is not grown. We keep an eye on them; water them,
Faith-dance
Inside my heart I’m dancing, When my Savior gets magnified. The world’s tried thrashing me, Yet I’m saved in Your grace. Re-affirmed; my faith in you. Being saved by you, I’m glad. Now I dance the faith-dance Join me dancing amidst the storm Our Savior had freed and guides us; Shedding our fear through faith.
Shaken and Sealed in Faith
It seems coincidental when, this morning, my mind’s occupied by the word “shaken”. But I think it isn’t so. And somehow I kept wondering why this word? As I went onto the park for a morning walk, after I dropped off my children for school, I can finally sense its significance. And I realized it’s
The Wrong Choice?
“It’s a wrong choice by them,” we said. “The branch might fall. They’d be thrown off their nest!” Some trees fell; some branches broke. With my children we’re worry lot. Why not they chose a bigger branch or twigs to live? We aren’t ornithologists or bird watcher before. We’re sitting on the glass-covered patio of
Don’t Give Up; Don’t Give In!
When we wanted to give up; we’re really trying to live a life. We are measuring our life with every bit of measurement in every possible angle. Yet we measured our worth with the conclusion being self-driven. There are times when we, actually, aren’t able to see the bright side of life. So, we’re ready
The Healing Rays after the Clouds
While putting out, here writing, about few of my physical frailties I’m often mistaken. My intention was more of relating the Amazing Grace of God, only with which we’re not consumed. Every morning, the Sun of Righteousness rose, with healing in its rays. And it’s been a while now, since I wanted to keep all
When The Church Bell Doesn’t Ring
The days are unusually calm, some ten miles away from the nearest town. Just the plain sight of the church and the bell on top the small hill gives us comfort. No one ventured out of the guarded limit. It’s threatening to one’s life to simply venture out of the small and hilly village. ‘Tomorrow’s
When the Music Evanesces
It’s only yesterday evening since the western musical night took place. We’re still in hungover mood from yesterday’s. But now we’re back in the hills and fields resuming work at a stone’s throw distance each. When a friend started a line from one of yesterday’s song, friends help him sing, humming along the greenery of
When Life’s NOT Happening
‘Me too, I didn’t want it this way,’ said me. The boring looks on our face says it all. Life’s not happening in the moment. ‘It’s alright. But I wish you get well soon….’ ‘Yeah, the time will surely come.’ We used to play football in the park, ride bicycles in the nearby driveway, in
Grass after the Rain
Most of the time, it was hot and dry here. The monsoon rains, each year, is the one we are eagerly waiting for. The fauna and flora inhabiting the area are also waiting for the rain. Grass in the corner of gardens, parks, and pavements appeared lifeliess in the dry spell of the year. But