Anchored Living: Faith
There’s a need for constant Cornerstone around which the foundation is laid. The cornerstone becomes the important constant object to build a strong tower. In the same way, an anchor is the corner-stone for a ship. An anchor, in its Noun form, is a device used to connect a vessel to the bed of the
Towering up to See and Rest
Some trees towered up higher than others, sometimes alone, in the gently sloping grasslands. These lone standing trees are sturdy withstanding diverse seasons of the year. Towering up, in its verb form, is to rise up, climb up, or soar at a great height. With the onset of summer season, cultivation of crops has started
Intoxicated Living: Hannah’s
‘The world’s not as I expected,’ skeptically mused a person, time and again. Although it is suppose to show a humor, it has some truth. The world has intoxicated our living by the time our conscience is put to practice. Our mind becomes intoxicated with wants, selfish ambitions, adjustments with immediate neighborhood, and so on.
Savoring the Good God
It’s Monday night again. The sidewalks of a driveway in our neighborhood was, once again, filled with weekly vegetable vendors. Walking down the crowded street, it gives me sweet taste from varieties of seasonal vegetables and fruit. Late into the night, I ventured out to the weekly market, to get our vegetable and fruit stock,
My Longing for Calm Place
I cannot say, with certainty, where this calm place is located – a place which existed only in my mind. It is nearby a living brook which is flowing with the natural taste of sweet water. With small fishes and crabs, swimming and roaming around, in their best possible fashion as designed by the Creator.
When God Remains Silent
I have the privilege of overseeing and guiding, sometimes silently, my children doing their home assignments almost every day. Their tender mind and hands needs help most of the time. The time has come for them to master the art of cursive writing and calligraphy skills. In cursive writing, the more they practice the better
I’m Just A Child
I’m just a child My days have just begun, Our God gave me to you. You’re God’s good gift to me. Delicate yet willing to grow strong, I’m feeling safe in your loving arms. Sing lullabies for me Always kiss me goodnight. I’m just a child Teach me how to pray, I will talk to
See My Tears!
Tears roll down from my eyes, Down in my cheek it flows wide. Put my tears in your bottle; List my tears on your scroll. For long I’ve been a sojourner, Hiding my tears agonized me. See my tears, O Lord! Trade my tears with joy! Let my tears be gel of happiness, Let my
Hiding Tears
Hiding tears isn’t easy; it can be agonizingly painful. Tears are an outcome of intense emotional strain caused by certain level of happiness or adverse affect of despair. Tears, once shed, can’t be undone. Few days ago, I visited the hospital to get my forty minutes video-electroencephalography done. As I get there, I was informed
