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
Shielding Me Compassionately
Cold waves blow for some days during the winter season. Winter season and summer season can both be extreme in the place I live. The winter hasn’t been kind to me although it lasted for a short period of time. So I shield myself in my affordable way. My woolen cap, compassionately hand-knitted by my
Imperfect People
Imperfect people are real people. Real people lived in the real world. And I am one of them. As long as we live in the real world, perfection cannot be attained; yet we must have hope, and for the best. We grieved, suffered, heart-broken, pained, flawed, inferior, unfit, below standard, and felt incomplete. It is
Only In His Abiding Grace
Few days ago, my medicine supply chain developed a snag as I try to fill my stock for the next month. There, usually, was no problem in getting my prescribed medicines. I am getting better, I would say, but I need to maintain drug level in my blood. One cannot simply stop taking medicines abruptly
Hold On To What You Have
‘Take it easy, hold on to what you have,’ they encouraged me, ‘we’re here to help you.’ As a young child, we’re learning how to swim in the nearby river bank. For a learner, it takes tons of hard work to stay afloat in the water. When I try to swim, I sink fast, for
Moving Forward
Much before I could master the art of reading, my grandfather had already feed us the stories of Bible chronogically. I am moved by his narrations. He is my favorite story-teller too. His profound insights of the scripture always came in handy. My grandfather is an avid reader of the Holy Bible. He covered, back-to-back,
He Ain’t Asleep
He told ’em to cross over Got in the boat, they followed A Furious storm came, He’s asleep They were left terrified They went to Jesus; woke Him “Dear Lord, save us now! We’re going to drown.” He rebuked the storm; it was calm. ** With you why would I be afraid? Yes my Lord!
Our Reading Time at Home
My son joined me as I was reading my daily dose of devotionals. He was learning how to read. We were struggling with those repertoires of vowels. When I hold the book in my hand, he’d simply take a seat beside me, pushing me slowly. So, for the next few moments, we are going to