A lot to be thankful for!

2009-06-01T12:12:00.000-07:00

Where is God when it hurts?

A couple of months ago, our daughter had to go in for a couple of shots. The nurse asked me to hold her in my arms as she injected my baby on her arms and thighs. The little one sat trustingly on my lap and then she suddenly felt the needle prick. I saw a momentary look of horror pass through her face before she let out a cry that reached into the deepest recesses of my heart. I imagined her question was how I could let someone cause her pain. I had no words to explain to her the importance of vaccinations as I hugged her close.

And then a piercing thought struck me – that’s how God takes us through the trials and tribulations of life. On his lap, hugging us close to him. He’s right there!

I came away from that vaccination session moist-eyed but richer at having understood my Heavenly Father a little more.

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2009-05-12T12:23:00.000-07:00

Little hands in mine

One of the great thrills of being a parent has been when my little daughter sticks out her tiny hand and says “Hold” with her monosyllabic conversations skills. (It sounds like ‘ol’, though.)

It happens when she wants to step out of the house or negotiate a stairway or an escalator.

That one word is sufficient - for me to understand her need and she knows that I’ll hold her hands no matter what. It’s a statement of simple trust. A trust that seems to be ingrained into her being.

It makes me wonder: does God feel the same way? Does He feel delighted when we hold out our hands to him and say, “Father, hold my hands, please?”

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2009-04-18T09:53:00.000-07:00

How do we see ourselves?

While repeating some of our memory verses to our little daughter, I was struck by one verse:

Genesis 18: 17-18
And the LORD said, Shall I hide from Abraham that thing which I do;

Seeing that Abraham shall surely become a great and mighty nation, and all the nations of the earth shall be blessed in him?

God looked beyond what Abraham was at his current state – an up-and-coming nomadic chieftain of sorts. Some one without an heir, well into his latter years.

What state are we in today? Does life constantly seek to remind us of how small and insignificant we are? Rejoice, for God has a great plan for us, a shining destiny.

When our eyes can only see our present smallness, we can take heart knowing that God sees our future greatness.

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2009-03-08T12:30:00.000-07:00

It's been 14 months!??!

I finally woke up to Blogger again and was pretty surprised that it had been more than a year since my last entry! Well, time has flown by but it's been one of those happy times - learning, discovering and enjoying God, life, my lil angel, my husband, friends, relatives and so much more. I'm so thankful!

We've also moved from India to Malaysia - another blog-worthy happy thankful story! :-)

Coming soon ...

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2008-01-23T03:54:00.000-08:00

The miracle of life

For many of us, the miracle of life and birth can breakdown into a milestone of life, a normal process in the circle of life.

But if you were to ever stop and think, you’d see that it’s more than just a duty or primal instinct or milestone to be achieved. It is a miracle that we are invited to participate in.

A miracle that finds its fulfillment in love. A love that’s born in the hearts of two who believe in the miracle of life.

It is God’s way of sharing a glimpse of eternity with you.

It is God inviting you to join him in the creation process – as He breathes his life into a new individual who will be born 40 weeks later with a unique identity and a destiny of his/her own.

May those among us who are parents, never forget this and those who are parents-to-be, enjoy this time.

Smile, you are a miracle worker!

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2007-06-01T03:46:00.000-07:00

The right perspective – Don’t lose it!

A change of plans resulted in my husband and I having to consult a new doctor in my parent’s place. (That’s where we decided to have our baby.)

On our first visit, a junior doc was to take down our medical history before we met the person who was to help bring our baby into this world.

My husband and I had just sat down when this lady turned around and asked me, “So what’s the problem?”

The words popped out: “Oh no, I don’t have a problem!”

She looked at me, puzzled.

I quickly followed it up: “I’m going to have a baby.”

I saw a smile break over her face.

I felt sorry for her. As a doctor who had probably seen too many people who came to her with only problems, this young lady was beginning to lose perspective of the wonder of the human body.

It was a warning sign for me too – In how many areas of my life had I begun to lose perspective? In my relationships, in the family, at work, at home, at church.

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2007-05-10T02:56:00.000-07:00

Real life heroes

Lately, I’ve found myself meeting men and women who, though very ordinary in every visible way, appear as heroes when you scrape just beneath the surface. I’ll try to bring to fore some of these people who make the world a better place in so many different but quiet ways.

Meet SR. He’s as ordinary as they come. But chat with him awhile and you’ll notice that his eyes twinkle with intelligence and that he emanates a rare brand of boldness. At first, it was difficult to place my finger on what was so special.

I tagged him as someone who was very courageous, bold in his decisions and unswerving in his commitment. In a nutshell, a great guy!

That was until he mysteriously disappeared for a week from work. When he did turn up, he was married. He showed me a few photographs and introduced me to ‘our daughter’. I was mystified for just a moment. He looked at my face and said, “It’s okay. You can make assumptions.”

Knowing the man, I simply said, “You’ve married someone who’s lost her husband.”

It was bang on. It was his first marriage. In a culture like ours where widows are amply pitied and sympathized over, emancipation is a far cry.

No, he did not take pity on her. He fell in love with her!

God bless you, SR. There are few like you and may your tribe increase.

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2007-05-02T05:25:00.000-07:00

Don’t quit ever!

Last night, I watched a movie about a determined, successful businessman. The movie, inspired by a true-life persona, chronicled his struggles to fulfill his dreams amidst opposition and ridicule. Somewhere along the way, I found this burning thought that refused to let go of me.

There’s just no right time to call it quits in life. You can do so only when the last breath is torn away from you. Until then, each of us has the strength, if we were to only look in the right place, to go on.

Yes, life is all about going on and on, no matter what the storms.

Let’s get out of this habit of saying, “I quit!”, “I give up!”. Yes, we will be called upon do a lot of ‘giving up’ which will tear up our hearts and make us cry out for justice. But let’s not ever give up on life!

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2007-04-26T03:42:00.000-07:00

Forgiveness – a step closer to healing

While the world has been talking about the 32 victims of Virginia Tech massacre, a college senior, Katelynn L. Johnson, has added a 33rd stone to the campus memorial for Cho.

And here’s what she says: "I believe his life had value no matter what he did. We lost 33 people."

Her stone was understandably removed but then somebody else replaced it with a second stone.

As of today, the stone still stands. She faced a few negative comments but here’s the shocking fact: She received hundreds of messages supporting her.

Katelynn, you have no idea what you have set rolling but there’s a lot to learn from that simple gesture of forgiveness.

The hurting world has a lot to learn from these young hearts that have chosen the road less taken.

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News source: Time.com

2007-04-12T01:04:00.000-07:00

Step out to experience your miracle

I experienced one of those moments again …

In preparation for our baby, there were a few additions we wanted to make to our home. Of course, that also meant digging deep into our savings and ignoring the fact that we are parents-to-be with a baby fund to stock up.

So we’d been putting away this mega-shopping in favor of buying stuff strictly for the baby rather than for our home.

Last weekend, I felt this gentle but firm assurance within me that we were ready for these purchases. But I was not ready to admit it aloud yet as I wanted my husband to feel this reassurance too without any prompting from me.

Three days later, my husband asked me: What about our mega-shopping?
Me: Well, what do you think?
My husband: I think we should go by what you feel.
Me: Not really but when I look back at the way God has provided for us, I feel a deep reassurance that this will be taken care of too.
My husband: Great! Let’s go for it!

I was stunned!

So it was that we went mega-shopping.

The very next day, we had our miracle: One of us got a bonus at work!

We just had to step out in faith, to see this miracle happen.

It's when these words meant so much more to us!

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2007-04-05T23:51:00.000-07:00

Don’t wait for a BIG scrubbing!

Lately it’s been a little difficult keeping our home as spic ‘n span as I’d like to. Last evening, my husband decided to take over the cleaning chores ‘from this day onwards’. He did a great job. After a tiring hour or so of scrubbing with some strong chemicals, he reveled in seeing surfaces get their shiny sheen once more. We also realized that we had to use a lot more cleaning agents than usual as we’d neglected these surfaces for quite some time.

At the end of it, he made a statement that set me thinking. He said: Y’ know what my prayer is? I hope that I become very sensitive to the slightest spot of dirt in my life. I don’t want to have to have to go through such a scrubbing later on to remove stubborn stains. Easier to get rid of our unwelcome baggages as each day goes by rather than wait for a BIG scrubbing from above!

He then concluded with this redeeming statement: Yet, in all this uncomfortable scrubbing and chemicals, our Father is with us. He’s the One who’s doing the cleansing. Painful as it may be, He goes through it with us.

And here's something to chew on ... That's reassuring, isn't it? :-)

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2007-04-02T01:07:00.000-07:00

His blessings for us

Last evening, my husband and I went shopping for our baby. Though I knew what I needed to pick up on this first trip, once I entered the store the list flew out of the window. I wanted to buy this, that and a lot of other things which I believed would be needed for our baby. After a satisfactory evening, we were sharing our excitement about all that we had bought. It was then we realized that if we as earthly parents would want to do all this for our baby, how much more our Heavenly Father waits to bless his children.

He is after all the creator of all these emotions we share, the first parent and the One who orchestrated the miracle of birth.

Bless you as you approach the Father’s throne, boldly!

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2007-03-26T01:46:00.000-07:00

In His time ...

We live quite far from the city. So every time, we decide to go shopping or visiting, it’s normal for us to use the words – going into the city. Friends tease us with questions like ‘Did you have to use your passport?’

Yesterday, two of our very dear friends were celebrating their birthdays and it seemed like too ambitious a plan to attempt to meet both of them as well as keep our appointed date with my husband’s grandmother who was visiting and eager to see me.

Seemed like a lot to do in a span of just three hours since we had decided that I would not leave early from work. (Don’t want too many ‘permissions’ lined up against my name!)

We just prayed and knew that if it was God’s will, it would work out smoothly. And would you believe, we managed to make it through peak evening traffic, the distance and meet all the three people and spend just enough time with them.

Of course, it was a blessing to see priceless expressions of joy on the faces of the birthday babies and paatimaa as I call our grandmother.

It was during our evening walk that we realized the true essence of surrendering time to God. He’s an expert in orchestration and organization. Wonder why I bother worrying or hurrying?

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2007-03-23T01:08:00.000-07:00

To Knut and his ilk

I don’t know how many of us have been following the story of Knut, a polar bear born in a German zoo. Rejected by his mother, he was raised by his keeper, Thomas Doerflein, who spent days and nights with this little bear until he was strong enough.

He’s white, fluffy and a picture of perfect cuddly beauty. Oh! You just have to see him! He’s what you want to cuddle, coddle and pamper for ages! A bundle of joy! :-)

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2007-03-20T00:12:00.000-07:00

My best friend

She was someone I hugely admired at school. But then I did not stay in touch. I moved on to college. Two years later, she landed up at hostel to visit me. I was shocked out of my socks at her tenacity in tracking me. Of course, I still did not keep in touch.

Then I moved on to another college for my post-graduation, driven by dreams of being surrounded by whales and dolphins in my future career as a marine biologist. Well, guess who landed up at my hostel? It was she, again! After two years. We had a great time of reunion. However, this time she left me with an ultimatum. She said, she would not chase me anymore. She left me her number and now it was up to me.

I vowed then to stay in touch. Today, she’s what little girls would call ‘a best friend.’ We’ve been together through the turbulences of entering adulthood, relationships that were not in the best of our interests and all the memories that make up a life. Yet our friendship has not changed. It has matured, become stronger, been embellished with our respective new families but it is there. When the other got married, we were there for each other. She had a baby and I was there early morning to share with her in welcoming the baby.

Of course, there are innumerable instances when I could turn to no one but her. She has taught me the meaning of unconditional love. She’s one of those rare gems who puts a smile on your face with just a thought.

Now we’re pregnant together. She with her second baby and me with my first. We share notes, we visit the same doctor and our due dates are just four days apart!

Again we get to share a milestone of life together. :-)

Thank you Bee for being a great friend. You’re the best!

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2007-03-14T23:45:00.000-07:00

It’s been a great birthday!

It’s been an eye-opener, the way my husband was treated during his birthday. I use ‘during’ because the birthday celebrations lasted over three days!

It began with a visit to a friend’s place, which turned, into a surprise pre-birthday party with friends we’d not seen for ages. Then it extended into another couple of birthday parties, all surprises, all completely unexpected and they all touched our hearts.

In fact, one of our family friends, an elderly couple, showered us with flowers and lit candles on their stairway. We could only wonder what kind of love drives them to do these uncharacteristic things? We smile and don't try to understand. We know we are loved.

It has been a truly heart warming experience. Thank you all. We are so blessed with your presence in our lives. :-)

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2007-03-12T03:27:00.000-07:00

When your ideas can take a backseat

I’ve been ‘accused’ by friends of being a ‘formal girl’. Which means words like sorry, thank you, please, don’t bother, I’m fine, etc. play a very significant role in my life. 'No' comes easier than 'yes'.

Let me explain: If you asked me if I want something, watch out if I respond in the affirmative. You can expect a storm. 'No' is what you will hear.

Some of my dearest friends have had to sit me down and refused to accept my ‘no’. Thanks guys.

I now say ‘yes’ to a very few friends.

Unfortunately, I do the 'no' bit with my parents too!

In fact, the other day, my mom asked me if she could come over. She wants to see me and stay with us for some time. Of course, I said no. I thought of all the inconveniences to her: Dad would have to be alone. Mom would have to travel alone. Mom would be home alone when we left for work. It’s too hot for her.

I could go on ...

And then, dad just went ahead and booked mom’s tickets! They know me by now. My husband’s learning fast too.

I’m so happy mom’s coming over. :-) I think I’ll relax a bit ...

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2007-03-07T23:02:00.000-08:00

Pain is a reality

Blessed as I am with a wonderful family and a baby-on-the-way, I’ve realized it’s becoming a little harder to hold back my tears when I see families in pain.

I read this painful account of a mother separated from her child. The story choked me and I know, I probably don’t have to look far to find another lady like Forugh. There may be millions.

I salute their strength. They go on. They want to change their lives. They have the courage to stand against injustice. They have the inner power to fight.

God bless you all. And one day, may all your efforts bear fruit.

Pic and news source: BBC.co.uk

2007-03-04T22:48:00.000-08:00

I know I’m blessed because …

… I’m engraved on the palm of His hand.
… my husband’s love for me knows no bounds.
… I have a mom and dad whose love is simply beyond my human comprehension.
… my brother treasures me.
… Bee’s my best friend. She’s been a friend, sister, counselor, and a lot more!
… I’ve been chosen by God to experience the miracle of birth.
… I have perfect eyesight that allows me to see the beauty of the bright, blue sky and all of nature’s beauty.
… I’m surrounded by dozens of people who care for me.
… I can smile and enjoy the hundreds of smiles I exchange with strangers and acquaintances, alike.
… I always seem to have a song in my heart.

Wow! It seems like the list can go on and on. Whoever, said ‘Count your blessings, knew what they were talking about.

Suddenly, it seems like I have everything in this world I could hope for! :-)

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2007-03-02T03:06:00.000-08:00

Save the whales!

Have you ever been awed by the sheer majesty of the whales, those gentle giants who swim the high seas? Well, here’s a chance to do something to save them: Sign a petition.

Visit http://www.whalesrevenge.com and make a difference!

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2007-03-01T21:07:00.000-08:00

Of tigers and orangutans

We’ll probably never get to hear about them together in the wild but here they are! At the Taman Safari Zoo, in Indonesia, two Sumatran tiger cubs and two baby orangutans have become the best of friends.

Abandoned at birth by their mothers, these babies share a nursery and therefore, the friendship.

Nice to know that natural enemies can be friends, even if it’s for a short time. (Yes, they are to be separated once the tigers start feeding on meat at three months.)

I’m thinking of all those people that we can dislike so easily. Maybe we can get to like them?

News source: CNN.com

2007-02-28T03:25:00.000-08:00

Surprise!

Yippee! I just got this super-duper surprise! I was bogged down with a very tough deadline and so much so that I had taken time to even worry about it at home (which is a rare thing)!

In fact, just last night I mentioned to my husband how I was worried about this project. My husband responded by saying, “Y’know what? I trust you. I know you’ve never been late and I don’t see you not delivering on this project.”

I was touched but I also knew how wrong he was this time.

Well, what do you know? I go to office today and I have been asked to chill out on the project from about a month because they expect huge changes to happen and blah, blah.

I would’ve whooped and hopped about but didn’t. I’m learning to be a mature, demure, mother-to-be! Of course, nothing could stop me from calling my husband instantly and letting others know too!

Well, there are always miracles in life!

2007-02-27T02:10:00.000-08:00

Some people take difficult decisions

I heard from a friend that a well-to-do couple wanted to give up their son for adoption.

Shocked? You see the child has autism, and the socialite mother has no time for him. Autism is a developmental disability that results in impairments to social interaction, communication, interests, imagination and activities.

On the one hand, my heart aches for all those parents who yearn for a baby and on the other hand, I feel sad for parents who somehow end up missing the magic of parenthood.

Thank you, all those mothers (and dads) who sacrifice their careers and their interests just to be a parent. You deserve a lot more praise than you get.

2007-02-23T04:34:00.000-08:00

Our family blog!

It seemed like just the right time to start out our third blog – since we are expecting our first child and we’ve grown from lovers to a couple (you know, the happily married kind!). So here’s our blog, A Growing Family where we hope to chronicle the sweet and sour moments of our lives as a family!

Have fun as you read and share with us!

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2007-02-21T02:07:00.000-08:00

She cares for me!

The ‘she’ here is my mom-in-law. I have always seen her as a loving, cheerful woman. That is until her son decided to marry me. I fell, in her eyes, to the lowest abyss on the planet.

And yet, there worked a miracle. A swift moment of wondrous intervention and I became her daughter-in-law and soon the one to bear her a grandchild.

Yesterday, we dropped by to say hello to her. She was very upset with her son for not warning her that I was coming along too. She wanted to cook something special. And then, all she did for the next half-hour or so was try to find out what my favorite dishes were! She wanted to send them over.

I was amazed at her determination to find out what I like especially and what she could cook for me. She had no complex reasons – just that “in this time” women get cravings and all she wanted was to ensure that in the absence of my mother I would not miss out on any of these goodies.

Thanks amma.

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2007-02-20T01:52:00.000-08:00

The awakening

It’s been a little strange getting used to the idea that it’s three of us now especially when the third member of our family can hardly be seen.

Read the rest at our Growing Family blog.

2007-02-19T00:46:00.000-08:00

The true love of our lives

As my husband and I expectantly prepare for the joys of parenthood, one of the truths that hit home again and again, is that our true love continues to be each other. We’ve been discussing about children and how they play a wonderful role in our lives, and yet, we’ve also been discussing that the focus of our relationship does not change.

Read the rest at our Growing Family blog.

2007-02-16T04:03:00.000-08:00

To our baby – About the bright blue sky

Last night as I walked on the terrace and watched the planes land and take off in the distance, I was overwhelmed suddenly by the sheer beauty and vastness of the world that surrounded me. I realized there was so much to tell you, so much to introduce to you.

Read the rest at our Growing Family blog.

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2007-02-01T21:07:00.000-08:00

A little life

Well, life throws up lovely surprises and one of them is that I’m pregnant. I waited for a while to share this news as there were many people in my life I wanted to inform personally before sharing it through my blog. And now, here it is!

I’m a mother-to-be!

Our yet-to-be-born baby’s 19 weeks old and we just can’t wait to see Reuel. Yes, that’s the name we’ve got for now. Reuel is a Hebrew name that means ‘friend of God’. We’re still hunting for a middle name. That’s ‘cos we want our child to have a name derived from our roots – this beautiful, colorful, multi-cultural land we call home, India.

Each week we read about Reuel’s rapid growth and can’t stem the excitement. And of course, we eagerly look forward to that day when we get to see and hold our baby in our arms. In all this research that I’ve been doing, here’s a cute lil tracking tool I found.

This is to let all my friends know how long before our baby’s born.

2007-01-29T22:48:00.000-08:00

It’s only words …

One of my all-time favorites, Words is a soft, touching song. Every time I hear it, I find myself quieting down, taking a deep breath and letting the song take over. However, lately these words have begun to mean something else to me.

Are words, just words? After getting married, one of the things I have learnt from my husband is the power of words. He has a simple reason for it: Proverbs 18:21

“Words kill, words give life;
they're either poison or fruit — you choose.”

So it’s really up to us! What are we going to choose? What words are we going to sow into our lives? What words will we use today with others?

Well, after all, there's a power attached to words that we need to be aware of.

2007-01-23T00:02:00.000-08:00

The tiny gate

Last night we happened to drive past the palace of an erstwhile royal family member residing in the city. The place is well fortified with spiked walls, 24-hour security and tall gates that are always shut. However, yesterday I noticed that a tiny gate beside the tall, main gate was open. The security guards also seemed relaxed and were chatting with one another.

I wondered if they had left the gate open because there were many at the main gate or was it because there was no apparent threat in sight.

I could not help but draw a parallel to our lives. We have strong walls, tall gates and friends who keep watch over us. Yet, there’s a tiny gate open somewhere that’s enough to let in storms of doubt, waves of fear and clouds of disbelief.

Guess it’s time to do a candid audit – for that little gate that’s open.

2007-01-22T20:59:00.000-08:00

A perfume bottle vs. a river

There’s a true story I’ve heard about a modern-day prince who came back home from his studies abroad to find that the beautiful river next to his palace had deteriorated into a massive sewage canal. Unable to bear the stench, in frustration, he opened up some expensive perfume bottles and threw them into the river.

It sounds like a futile effort, which of course it is but I began to ponder – isn’t that how it is with some of us. We get so overwhelmed with the stench of sin that we pull up our sleeves and get down to cleaning it our own way. Of course, our perfume bottles can hardly impact the stench of a river.

But what does God have to say about this? He says, “Come to me!” As if that was not enough, he gives us other assurances too!

If you’re struggling under the weight of living, take it to Him who watches over you. He knows how best to care for you!

Be blessed this day.

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2007-01-19T02:27:00.000-08:00

Our life’s compass

The other day, during our evening walk, my husband and I felt that gentle nudge to call up one of our friends. And sure enough, just as I expected, she was really down. She was confused with a lot of issues particularly those surrounding her impending marriage. After hearing her out, and the constant refrain of ‘I’m so confused’ my husband gently brought in an example.

He said, ‘We’ve all used compasses at school to draw that perfect circle. If however, we were to reverse the roles – use the pencil as the center and attempt to draw with the pointy edge, we’d end up tearing up the page and the pages below. It’s the same with life. As long as God is the center, there’s a sense of direction. However, if the focus changes, we stand in danger of tearing up our own lives.’

How does your life’s compass draw?

God bless.

2007-01-18T00:42:00.000-08:00

Vicky’s* magic

Last week, my husband was sleeping off a tiring day at work when he was woken up with a loud banging on the door. Sleepy-eyed, he opened the door to see our friendly neighborhood brat, Vicky. He’s all of four, bursting to the seams with energy and always radiant with cheer. Of course, no polite niceties followed. Just a question, “Do you want to see magic?” with no expectations of a response. He walked in and enthusiastically proceeded to show Balaji, (my sleepy hubby) what he had in mind.

Vicky producing a plastic plate: “Can you see light?”
My husband: “No.”
Vicky secreting a torch out of his then-mysteriously-bulging, now-demystified T. Shirt and placing it under the plastic plate, letting the light shine through: “See there’s light! Magic!”
My husband, all bright and awake, pretending not to see the torch: “Wow Vicky! How did you do that? You’re a magician!”

Of course, we laughed ourselves to tears as my husband recounted this incident. It was the child’s simple confidence that the door would be opened, he would be invited in and appreciated for his efforts that touched our hearts.

And then my husband reflected: Isn’t that the way it is with God? Maybe that’s the ‘magical’ belief we all need to have – that our Heavenly Father has an open-door policy for His kids.

* Name changed, you-know-why.

2007-01-17T03:48:00.000-08:00

Saying no to corporal punishment!

In a landmark move, the state government of Tamil Nadu has banned corporal punishment in schools. I, for one, am happy to see that in the name of discipline and meeting so-called standards, teachers will no longer be able to vent their anger on kids.

Thank God, in the midst of a hundred other issues, the government has paid attention to this critical issue. To all who were on this committee, thank you and God bless! :-)

For the rest of the world, it may seem a trivial issue but beating or humiliating children could result in adults who grow up with a warped sense of self and require inner healing to reach their fullest potential.

2007-01-12T03:45:00.000-08:00

Hugs galore!

I’ve always loved being hugged. Strangely, I discovered this astonishing fact only at sixteen when I met a long-lost friend after ages. She hugged me. And I liked it! Until then I had maintained this tough-girl attitude and in my world the credo was hugs were too sissy, too soft.

After that hug from my friend, I took up hugging seriously. I’d squeeze mom tightly and give her looong hugs. I'd hug all my dearest friends everytime I met them. All my friends knew a warm hug was all it took to make my day.

And now that I’m married I get more than my share of hugs. There are plenty of hugs in our happy home. Hugs of love, laughter, passion, sadness and many others that reflect a hundred other hues of life.

Hugs do make a difference!

Thanks sweetie!

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2007-01-11T21:22:00.000-08:00

My mirror

One of the perks of being married is that you get to see yourself in a mirror that reflects you, quite candidly. Thank God for a lovely husband, my mirror does not believe in condemning or pointing fingers. I’m always swept up in a warm embrace of acceptance that reminds me to see myself for who I am – unique, made in the image of God.

Thanks honey, you make my world wonderful!

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2007-01-10T22:33:00.000-08:00

Heroes are real!

Close your eyes for a moment and pick out your favorite heroes. No, I don’t mean the comic book ones. They exist in our lives only until our adolescent dreams fade away. I’m talking about the real-life heroes we meet in our everyday, ordinary lives. The kind of heroes who are never drawn or photographed or interviewed. The kind who live on in our lives and memories no matter how old we are and what our latest passions are. They go about their heroic lives in ordinary ways.

The friend who’s been there for you for ever-so-many-years.

The mother who provides inspiration no matter how bad the storm or how much it’s your fault.

The father who’s always there to point you to greater heights.

The colleague who unfailingly smiles merrily at you each morning setting a happy tone for your day at work.

The auto driver who’s polite no matter how bad his day had been.

The electrician who does an honest job.

The doctor who goes the extra mile to make you feel comfortable especially when there’s an evil-looking needle pointing at you.

The lab technician who understands that it’s okay to be afraid of injections, even if you look the kind who stare a dragon to shame.

The policeman who takes the pains to stand in rain and sunshine to ensure that traffic flows smoothly.

Well, I believe these are the heroes who keep the world going round.

God bless you all! :-)

2007-01-09T01:22:00.000-08:00

Thank God for moms!

I know it’s been a looooooooooooong time. Sorry, all my dear friends. I’ve just been busy … really busy. And in all that busyness I came across a nugget I wanted to share with all of you.

One morning, a colleague offered our team some candies. One of the brats in the team said ‘If I was a woman I’d wrap it up and take it home to my kids.’ That statement hit me like a bolt out of the blue for my memories were awakened to this very real fact in the lives of moms around the world. I remember the 100s of times my brother and I eagerly waited to dig into my mom’s pockets for sweets that seemed to always be there – thanks to the fact that she was a nurse and in a human-resource rich nation like ours, beaming fathers celebrated the arrival of their newborns with sweets to everyone at the hospital almost every other day.

I always assumed momma did not like sweets. She’s 60 today and with tears in my eyes I discovered only a few years ago that she enjoyed sweets just as mush as her sweet-toothed kids! So now you know who happily gives up her share of sweets so that a warm, huggable lady who sacrificed her fondness for sweets in her younger days gets to enjoy a lot of it in her retired days!

Thanks mom! You’ve taught me a lot without a word.

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2006-10-10T02:57:00.000-07:00

Miracles and men

This morning, my husband and I were meditating on Matthew 8. This passage chronicles a series of miracles where Jesus heals many sick people and even brings a little girl back from the jaws of death.

At the end of the reading, my husband shared an interesting insight that I felt I needed to share with all of you. He said, “All these miracles are initiated by man and finished by God.”

I realized, yes, of course! It’s when we ask, when we exercise our faith that we open up divine channels of healing from God’s throne on to the earth.

May God bless you as you initiate and open up channels of blessings on earth!

2006-09-24T23:52:00.000-07:00

A beautiful milestone

My life will never be the same again for last month I gave my life to another. I vowed before God, family and other witnesses to be a wife to a man of sterling character and immense worth. My husband, (I’m getting used to this!) is a physiotherapist. We met at church. And then we became friends. Soon, we were being gently coaxed into that moment where one recognizes with astonishing clarity that we were destined for one another.

Our courtship was a magical time – it lasted a swift year and eight months at the end of which we were married. We are happily married now. It’s been three weeks into marital bliss and I find myself amazed at how beautifully God has designed this institution called marriage.

I can’t think of any other covenant relationship that has as much spiritual significance as marriage.

It’s wonderful!

A happily married wife.

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2006-08-07T00:01:00.000-07:00

All in a day’s work

As social beings empowered with the ability to think and speak, we have an enormous responsibility to the people around us. Each day we open up or close down cycles – some that are vicious and some very good. A kind word results in a cycle of goodness that could end in several lives being cheered up before the day is done. Similarly, a harsh word can spawn a series of rash acts and unkindness in the lives of people already harried with daily cares. And yet, it takes one kind soul, an alert mind to call a halt to that negativism and turn it into a cycle of warmth and caring.

So what happy cycle did you start today?

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2006-07-30T22:31:00.000-07:00

The well that never dried

Dad has always been sentimental about our home and we’re all, of course, very proud of our home. Dad loves it because he was the only one among his siblings to build a home on ancestral land. He has always felt that there are special blessings because of that.

Until a few years ago, I would just smile politely and never quite understood the depth of my father’s belief. However, during a prolonged drought a few years ago, I knew what it meant.

Our little village is ensconced on the slope of a huge hill. The homes are surrounded by vast, green stretches of rubber trees and palms. The serene green surroundings are refreshing to the mind. Yet, there came a time in this haven when water became scarce.

First the ponds dried up, then the wells dried up. Soon piped water began to be rationed out. The rationing became scarcer and dad realized our well though deeper than usual, had plenty of water. Soon neighbors flocked in for the water, then their neighbors.

And the well had only more to give. I remember expressing a concern about too many people emptying the well, when my dad gave me a classic response – the more water you draw out, the more the well fills up.

Now was there an all-important principle there on giving. Of course, that changed my life! Our little neighborhood had enough water until the skies darkened with rain again.

Ever since, our well has become legendary and I have learnt something very valuable not just about giving but also about being in our parents’ blessing.

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2006-07-17T23:07:00.000-07:00

My beautiful Home

My Home is full of treasures. The treasures are not so much things as memories. I remember the first time I stayed at Home. The floor was not so smooth. The walls were bare. Electrical fittings were just the bare minimum. It was more of a shell than a home but the rooms resounded with happiness - laughter, playful antics, birds chirping, delicious aromas from mama’s kitchen – the list goes on.

After a day packed with vacation work, I lay down to discover dancing moonbeams on my bed. I got up to find out how they had found their way into my room, as it was the very first time that I had to share my bed with moonbeams. The light summer breeze invited me to participate in their secret dance under the silvery lights of the skies. The stars were plentiful. Tall, majestic trees shadowed all sources of human lights. In the magical light of the night, I saw the undulating hills stretching and rolling over the land as far as I could see.

It was a truly captivating moment. My heart was bursting at its seams with a rare kind of joy. It was then that my Home, incomplete as it was, became the warm nest of my dreams. Now I know why I love going back Home, again and again – it's where my heart is.

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2006-07-15T01:29:00.000-07:00

My four-legged friend at home

I went home after 6 months. That’s a long time considering I used to be a regular at home every four weeks. Home is a beautiful place surrounded by tall rubber trees where the sun plays peek-a-boo with terra firma. Besides mom, dad, wonderful memories of life, love and laughter, Home is also the abode of a golden beauty called Nancy, a German Shepherd mix. Her gold fur (well, almost!) is punctuated with white on the tips of her paws and her tail. (Which is why I suggested calling her Tipsy and mom was not too excited with the name.) She’s just 8 months old now and I can watch her lively puppy antics forever! Of course, she’s added a lot of color to my parents’ life.

I’ve always been the one with a soft heart for animals. So when she goes through a disciplining session with dad or my brother, I’m eagerly looking for a way to rescue her.

Her eyes are beautiful. When she smiles, my heart sings. To everyone’s happiness, she’s growing up fast, which means she’s already as tall as I am when she stands on her hind legs.

She loves to stand tall and kiss my nose. Of course, she expects a hug in return or I pay for my absent-mindedness with a sharp nip from her.

She’s beautiful, inside-out and I’m so grateful that I share my life with her.

Thanks, Nan.

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2006-07-12T01:37:00.000-07:00

Home sweet home

What is it about home and family that makes me smile? Why do I feel I can be just me when I’m at home? What secret ingredients are parents made of? What do they do to their voices to get that one special tone can make you feel loved and complete? What exclusive spices does mom use to communicate her love through her cooking? What is it about dad’s assurances that make you feel you can conquer every circumstance in this world? Why does my bro’s bear hug tinged with after-shave linger on even when he’s no longer there?

I don’t have answers to these questions. But, I sure am glad, that there is such an entity as family, created in the eternal wisdom of God.

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2006-06-28T22:08:00.000-07:00

Life’s little insights

Each day we are touched by several tiny bubbles, bubbles of insights. Bubbles that float unhindered, unarmed and freely. Some of these bubbles rest on us in unexpected ways. Sometimes they come to us in the smile of a stranger, a bird song on a sunny day, a warm touch from our mother, a gentle tugging of our clothes by a toddler, an unexpected nuzzle from a pet. They warm our hearts and leave an unspoken message only for us to hear. That’s why I had to begin another blog that's dedicated to those messages called Life's Little Insights.

Happy reading!

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2006-06-04T22:55:00.000-07:00

Crossing over …

Each of us has significant moments of ‘crossing over’ in our life. It may be significant milestones like crossing over from darkness to light, death to life or life changing moments like insufficiency to plenty or from complaining to contentment. No matter what the crossover entails, the crossing over is usually a difficult process.

There may be times when we are called to cross the Jordan and the water threatens to rise above our heads. We wonder what went wrong. After all, God asked us to cross over. And yet, just when we think we can’t go on or want to turn back, our faithful Father reaches out in love and helps us cross over in His strength. I’ve been going through some crossover moments in my life and just when I thought I could not handle it any more, His warm embrace enveloped me and placed me safely on the other side - warm, dry and triumphant.

Rest assured, my friend. The clouds may be uncertain and the assurance of help, bleak but there is One who is unchanging in His love for you. He will see you through!

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2006-05-24T02:55:00.000-07:00

Be a lamb

Are you a cat, a dog or a lamb?

With all due respect to everyone who reads this blog – I’m NOT calling anyone names. But this thought was sparked off by a friend’s blog on kittens. That’s when I remembered a folk saying:

“Corner a dog, he’ll whimper and cower; corner a cat, he’ll hiss and spit at you.”

I began to think: how do we respond to the tough times of our lives when we feel cornered? Do we sink into a morass of self-pity, or fight for our lives or do we mirror the Lamb who was spat upon, reviled and yet, won the world’s appreciation in His silent strength?

Take heart, my friend. The battle is not about what’s happening around you; it’s about what’s happening inside you.

God bless as you discover the source of your strength.

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2006-05-17T04:00:00.000-07:00

A masterpiece in the making

Often we find ourselves caught in the middle of a storm and clueless as to where it came from and wondering about questions like why, where, what and how. But there’s been one thing that’s been holding me steady though the turbulent waters of life – the realization that my life is like a rich tapestry. Sometimes, the Grand Weaver weaves patterns that are incomprehensible and at times, painful. However, it still remains a tapestry. A few pattern changes here and there, a little snipping off, a little trimming are all means employed to enhance the beauty of the tapestry. And why not, after all we are not ordinary. We are ALL destined to become masterpieces in His hands.

Be blessed, my friends. Even if you cannot see it, rest assured. You are a masterpiece in the making.

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2006-05-10T00:18:00.000-07:00

From mourning to hope

On 26th April 2006, the world remembered those who had fallen victim to the world’s worst nuclear disaster. The pain of the terrible tragedy and the seared memories are the stark realities of those who were spared. However, what grabs my attention in this news snippet is a powerful statement pronounced by the Ukrainian President Viktor Yushchenko.

"Chernobyl," he declared, "must not be a mourning place. It must become a place of hope."

It was here I found something for all of us.

Our mourning must be replaced with hope – for that is the essence of life. And there is no other way to live either.

Yes, pain is a part of life but, remember, hope is an even greater part of life.

And He who watches over you has promised:

… I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow. Jeremiah 31:13

God bless.

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2006-05-09T05:07:00.000-07:00

Be my anchor

When my heart is weary,
When rocky shores threaten my dreams
When raging waters splash over me
Lord, be my anchor, my refuge in the storm.

Be my anchor, be my refuge.
When I fail to see in the driving rain,
Open my eyes to see you.
Be my anchor, be my refuge.
When all around me is fearsome and gray,
Open my eyes to see you.

When worries spin around me
When the cares of life surge high around,
When I’m tossed in the open sea,
Lord, be my anchor, my refuge in the storm.

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2006-04-26T22:16:00.000-07:00

Dream on …

Just the other day I caught myself thinking of a grandiose future – mountains to conquer, rivers to cross and basically, being successful. Of course, all of them seemed virtually impossible to even comprehend at this time. I was about to tell myself “What ever are you doing, thinking like this?” when another thought popped in. That little thought said, “Well, it’s just a dream. And anyway if we did not have a dream to dream, a hope to look forward to, we would just remain where we are.” That’s when I began to rewind my memory files and go through the lives of some wonderful people I had read about or knew. All of them dreamed dreams bigger than their circumstances, all of them held on to hope when their horizon seemed bleak. Then I could not help the smile that broke out on my face. Yes, that’s what life is all about! Celebrating the good and the positive. It is that which gives us the strength to live, and live very well, a life that can sometimes be dark, unfair and incomprehensible.

So, my dear friend, dream on … And I pray that you will find hope, love and above all the strength to take life head on.

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2006-04-18T02:33:00.000-07:00

Everyday is special!

Last night we had rain after several days of sweltering heat. In the magic of the moment when I stood on my balcony to wonder at this out-of-season rain and enjoy the refreshing breeze, I was hit by a sudden thought. I realized that somewhere down the line my life had ceased to be ordinary. It had become increasingly peppered with too many happy coincidences, pleasant surprises and exhilarating moments. They all just happened. And I thought I was living an ordinary life. A spotted dove on my windowsill, the morning mist, a radiant sunset, a moonbeam on my bed, a warm hug, a loving phone call, a surprise gift, a sunny smile, a compliment, a rich red rose – I can go on and on about a zillion things, small and big, that made everyday special.

So I had to come to the conclusion that I live an extraordinary life! And of course, there’s a HUGE smile on my face. You would have one too, if everyday were special or you made it so.

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2006-04-16T21:31:00.000-07:00

And then He arose from the dead!

Matthew 28:7 (NIV)
Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."

Mark 16:6 (NIV)
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.

Mark 16:14 (NIV)
Later Jesus appeared to the Eleven as they were eating; he rebuked them for their lack of faith and their stubborn refusal to believe those who had seen him after he had risen.

Happy Easter!

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2006-04-14T22:31:00.000-07:00

The essence of the Holy Week

Isaiah 53: 3 – 5

King James Version

He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

New International Version

He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.

The Message

He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried--
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him--our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.

Amplified Bible

He was despised and rejected and forsaken by men, a Man of sorrows and pains, and acquainted with grief and sickness; and like One from Whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we did not appreciate His worth or have any esteem for Him.
Surely He has borne our griefs (sicknesses, weaknesses, and distresses) and carried our sorrows and pains [of punishment], yet we [ignorantly] considered Him stricken, smitten, and afflicted by God [as if with leprosy].
But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our guilt and iniquities; the chastisement [needful to obtain] peace and well-being for us was upon Him, and with the stripes [that wounded] Him we are healed and made whole.

God bless!

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2006-04-11T22:40:00.000-07:00

The twists and turns of life

“Sometimes, taking the path that twists and turns yields the best result.”

I’ve lately been picking up quotes. However, I found the quote above as an interesting introduction to an article on painting Easter eggs! If you’re wondering what the connection is – it talks about marbleized eggs. The kind where streaks of colors whirl and twirl to create unique patterns.

Well, that’s what they were talking about but what intrigued me was the nugget of wisdom hidden in that innocuous statement. Isn’t that what happens to most of us? With each storm, each moment of pain, every instance of despair, we just become more like who we’re supposed to be. Of course, it’s hard to understand while we’re walking through fire, but when we look back we see, oh so clearly - the road that twists and turns is often followed by a strength that’s rare and a character that’s beautiful within and without.

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2006-04-10T21:36:00.000-07:00

Eagles again!

I chanced upon this devotional reading for today by Anabel Gillham and here’s what she shared about eagles:

“Did you know that eagles can fly 6000' above the earth's surface and stay there for some time? The eagle that soars in the upper air does not need to worry about how to cross rivers or climb mountains! Isn't that beautiful? No bird is so solitary as the eagle. Eagles never fly in flocks, as geese do, one or at most two ever being seen at once. And here's another amazing fact: The eagle will sit on a crag and watch the sky as it fills with blackness, and the forked lightnings are playing up and down, and he sits perfectly still, turning one eye and then the other toward the storm. But he never moves until he feels the burst of the wind and knows the storm has struck him, then with a scream, he swings his breast into the tempest, and uses the storm to go up into the sky – borne on the torrential winds."

Read the rest of it here.

There sure is a lot to learn about eagles. And, my day is made!:-)

2006-04-05T23:30:00.000-07:00

Dogs vs ducks

Since the beginning of time, a war for control of the planet Earth has been fought by two worthy adversaries. It is a war so secret that it could be happening in your very own living room!

So goes the introduction to a fantastic movie on the longest war in the history of this planet. When I first heard this little speech on the movie trailer for Cats and Dogs, I just laughed to myself. Surely, it can’t be that bad! But I was soon proved wrong. There is an inter species war out there that’s very much alive and happening right under our noses.

How was I enlightened? Thanks, to the dog versus duck battle happening at home.

Combatant 1: Nancy, a Labrador mix, 3 months old, happy, bubbling with energy. She loves shoes, my dad’s trousers and toppling my mom over.

Combatant 2: Donnie, an ornamental duck, recently lost her mate. Has a severe identity crisis – thinks she’s a dog. Prefers eating from her rival’s bowl. Loves to be cuddled. Must bathe when her rival’s being bathed.

But they’ve made a world of difference in my parents’ lives. They’ve made my parents laugh, run after them and discover that dogs and ducks are an unmatched combination.

2006-04-04T21:54:00.000-07:00

The silent parallel

I’ve always been fascinated by nature. I’m awed by the diverse, complex and yet, efficient machinery that chugs along silently (except for the birds singing and some frogs showing off) while all of humankind bustles around in search of a better tomorrow. And unlike our fast-paced lives, there’s no noise, no smoke, no pollution. Nature lives on too while what we know as civilization moves on although with a lot of conflict. I wonder if we will be able to live in harmony with nature. Or has it become too late?

Thank God, for those moments of quiet and peace that are still available for those who seek.

2006-04-03T01:58:00.000-07:00

When a clock makes me smile

I’ve been an owl for most part of my life. No, I’ve not sprung feathers or learnt to hoot (not yet!) but I love staying up late at night.

It began when I woke up to my innate love for reading. Sleep was inconsequential and finishing a book was all that mattered. Then I entered college. The sheer amount of assignments, class tests, surprise tests and not to forget, the competition, launched me formally into the Senior Owls Club.

And now, of course, being in love hardly helps. When there’s so much to talk and so little time, you have to resort to phone calls that last into the night. So, I find myself unable to go to bed before I say hello to the next day in the wee hours. Naturally, waking up is a struggle.

That’s why this little find put a smile on my face. It’s a clock that does not allow you to silence it. I don’t quite know if I’m up to playing hide ‘n seek with a furry clock first thing in the morning but I think it might help me appreciate more of the morning!

Thanks Gauri! Great idea!

2006-03-30T21:49:00.000-08:00

When it’s hard to love …

One of my deepest desires has been to have the kind of love that God has – all-encompassing, not prejudiced and unspoiled by human expectations. It’s near-impossible (not impossible) but I’ve been trying in my own little ways to ensure that there are fewer people I dislike. And that’s why this important lesson that I learnt recently, makes a world of difference.

I had been having some tough times with an erstwhile friend who had gone all out to betray me. I told myself that I would simply cut her out of my life. And yet, deep down, I knew it was wrong. And one day, I asked God for help. I knew I had tried my best but there were no results.

It was amazing! Within just a week of praying about it, I found that I was able to relate to her. In fact, I met her recently and we had a great time. This would have been impossible a week ago! Gone were those feelings of anger, betrayal and helplessness. I know I have been healed supernaturally. Of course, I feel as light as a cloud and as chirpy as a bird in spring.

Lesson 1: Take it to the Lord!
Lesson 2: It’s not worth holding on to negativity when you can find freedom by just asking.
Lesson 3: God cares about these little things too! (Don’t forget, He sees a sparrow fall!)

2006-03-24T03:07:00.000-08:00

Soaring like eagles

Recently I was asked by a kindly blogger acquaintance for my profile. So I got working on it. While filling up my profile, the image of an eagle seemed to soar high on my mind. That’s when I remembered a childhood love of mine – eagles. I remember lying on our lawn with the magic of the cool grass, a brilliant blue sky and a solitary eagle. I could watch eagles for hours. I was and still am fascinated with the way it soars, glides and swoops. Nary a flap or mindless fluttering. They just soar taking advantage of the currents. Maybe it’s just a bird, but there’s something singularly exclusive about an eagle.

And that’s one of the reasons why I love that verse (Isaiah 40:31) that says,

“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

What a powerful imagery of God’s love!

2006-03-23T02:35:00.000-08:00

The love test

One day at Sunday School, we were given an exercise that is still so very vivid and relevant to me. We were studying the passage of love – 1 Corinthians 13:4 – 7.

Here’s how it I split it up:

- Love is patient.
- Love is kind.
- Love does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
- Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
- Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
- Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

And we were asked to replace the word love with our own names.
Oh no! My name would not fit.

It still remains a challenge after so many years. Yet, every once in a while, I do this ‘love test’ to gauge how far I’ve come.

2006-03-17T22:10:00.000-08:00

Why do I love God?

I’ve always had a relationship with God for as long as I can remember. At first, He was the God of my parents. In my teens He became a very real part of my life and I learnt to talk to him because I wanted to talk to him and not because I wanted to pray. It was a smooth journey until a couple of days ago, this little voice rose up and asked me an important question – why do I love God?

Is it because He’s been part of my life since I was a baby? Or is it because He does nice things for me? Both the questions make me feel selfish. Is it possible to love God just the way I love anybody else – my family, fiancé and friends. That’s unconditional (to a large extent, I think.) I love them irrespective of whether they do things for me. But is it the same with God? Why do I have a relationship with Him? Well, that’s a lot to ponder on for the weekend.

2006-03-15T00:22:00.000-08:00

Finally … Day 3

The day dawned beautifully again – like the other two days. On my way to work, I decided to fill up some petrol. The attendants were sloppy and there was a queue. Finally, when my turn came, the attendant directed me to come forward without paying attention to the soon-to-be-noticed fact that somebody’s toes were in the way. And so, I ran my rear tires on this poor guy’s toes. I was mortified. Fortunately, there had been no damage but the guy just yelled his head off! Naturally. He screamed at me, the attendant and the traffic department. Maybe some others too but I was just too embarrassed to pay attention. Soon I realized the apologies were only carried away by the wind and none had rested on him. I left the bunk after filling up. But those 10 minutes had been enough. I was suddenly gripped with an unreasonable fear. I had been in some kind of cocoon for over a year and I felt as though the protective covering had been ripped off. I felt vulnerable to the elements. It was not a nice feeling at all. I reached office in a daze and took some time to calm down. I got started with my day so I would not have to face the turbulence within me. Well, that was that. I had to take some quick decisions:

- I could not and would not succumb to the irrational fear of circumstances.
- Accidents are accidents and they do happen.
- People do yell at others in public but that’s because they (think they) have a reason to.

All in all, I did not have convincing reasons to give up anything – my driving or my life alone(away from my parents). I’ve decided to file away the past three days as experiences.

Well, that’s that. The days have been sweeter since then. I take less for granted. Yes, sometimes I feel that little thought popping up now and then trying to condemn me for having left the tap open, not double-checking about the bill payment or even trusting the petrol bunk attendant to direct me. But I’m learning to stomp that down and live free. Free from those little fears and worries that nibble away at our everyday happiness.

The anchor holds!

2006-03-10T00:33:00.000-08:00

My boat’s getting rocked! Day 2

The day dawned beautifully as it had been declared a holiday and we were going out on an office treat, a lunch and a movie, to celebrate a successful launch. True to the morning’s promise, the day was beautiful.

As I was chatting with my friends late in the evening, I had a call from one of my neighbors. I had left a tap open and now water was flowing out from under my door and onto the stairway and therefore, they had had to shut off water supply to the entire block! I was mortified. I remembered that when I had left home, there had been no water supply, so I might have left a tap open, inadvertently. I rushed back home and apologized to my neighbors for the inconvenience caused. They were all kind in their response. Though I was smiling on the outside, I was mentally simply kicking myself. I felt so stupid. After a year of being the ideal resident, I felt so foolish. But again, all had not been lost. There were small mercies here too!

- Thank goodness the water supply was restored only late afternoon and therefore, the call had come through only in the evening. (My day might have been ruined.)
- I spoke to neighbors who I had never seen before. And now I have new faces to smile at.
- The water had not destroyed anything at home.
- None of my neighbors were rude or blamed me.

I arrived at a conclusion: No matter how perfect and proper I try to be, accidents do happen. And it was an accident. I was touched when an elderly neighbor gently put her arm on my shoulder and said, “That’s okay. We all forget at times.” Thank you ma’am. You have no idea what those words meant to me that day.

2006-03-08T03:19:00.000-08:00

My boat’s getting rocked! Day 1

Have you ever had a string of embarrassing moments, moments when you feel a little lonely and moments of utter helplessness? Well, I had times like that last week – three days at a stretch! Here’s my account of Day 1.

Monday, I headed back home after a long day at work only to find my apartment complex cloaked in darkness. There had been a power cut. Then at the entrance, I was stopped by one of the security guys who informed me that the Electricity Board guys had come to disconnect my power as I had not paid my bill for the month. I was stumped for I knew I had paid my bill. My day could not have turned worse. An unexpected delay at work, followed by a power cut and topped off with this news. However, the apartment admin had intervened and therefore, I was not left in the dark.

Now here’s where it gets interesting. Just before leaving office, I had cleaned out my ATM to do some shopping. So naturally, I was not sure if I had enough to pay my bill because I did not know how much I had to pay, fine included. I headed back to my office to pick up my EB Card so that the bill could be paid the next day. I also decided to check if by some miracle there would be money in my account. The chances were slim as I was not sure if my salary had been credited into my account. Anyways, I did and guess what! There was money there!

Now I could have just dismissed it as a stroke of luck working in tandem with the undeniable phenomenon of coincidences. However, only when I got to office the next day, I saw the mail from my accounts team regretting that for some technical reasons, they were unable to credit our salaries into our accounts. That’s when my heart began to race faster. So how come money had become available to me? I do not have the answer but for some reason, my salary had been credited in that 15-minute gap. The next day my bill was paid the EB and that’s when I realized what had been deducted was the annual deposit and not my bill. Anyway to make up for the faux pas, they did not even ask for the fine. And I learnt a couple of things here:

- Sometimes, it seems as though the world conspires against you but actually it only seems so. It’s not a fact.
- Knowledge can sometimes corrupt you. If I had seen that mail from the Accounts team, I might have not even bothered to check my ATM.
- There are usually strangers to do you a good turn like my apartment admin guys who ensured that the power was not cut off.
- Similarly, it was good that I had reached home late that night as the power came back within an hour. Or I would have had to stay in darkness for several hours.

So you see, I really had no reason to complain. It had become a great situation to exercise my faith and get that all-empowering assurance that there was someone out there who looks out for me!

2006-03-06T04:45:00.000-08:00

I love froth ...

Recently I realized an unrealized love of mine – froth. I like froth on my milk, my tea and coffee. I like the frilly froth that borders the water’s edge on the seaside. I like working up a lather when I bathe. I like to see my slim glass of orange juice topped with a layer of puffy, white froth. I like it when I’m served milkshake with a thick topping of froth. Oh yes! I love the play of air and water that results in this merry entity called froth. It’s often short-lived like a flower by the wayside but nevertheless, its two or three minutes of existence is enough to make my day. Cheers to the little things of life like froth! :-)

2006-03-02T03:19:00.000-08:00

There’s always something good!

A couple of weeks ago, I was introduced to a young lady - just married and already asking for a divorce. Her reasons were complex and the colors of love had not even touched the pathetic picture that she painted of her life. After a few sessions with her, I came to the conclusion that her cure lay in living with her husband alone (she lives with her in-laws now) and getting to know him for who he is. My reasoning was simple – how can a man be all-bad and not have a single good quality?

After a busy day at work followed by a long phone conversation with the lady in question, I silently groaned out to God saying “Was there a chance this lady could start her married life all over again?” The next day dashed any hope I had – her husband had left her! He’d just packed his bags and walked away. I could see all my hopes for her come crashing down. All I could say then was “God knows.” It sounded so bleak to me too. A couple of days later, I received a happy call from the same girl - the husband had come back. There had been a family conference where it had been unanimously decided that this lady would now live alone with her husband! His mother graciously gave this suggestion and blessed them saying, “Learn to love one another.”

Well, that was a miracle that stunned me! When all hope had gone, not only did a glimmer of light appear but a whole rainbow! Of course, I’m elated that miracles still form a core part of human lives!

2006-02-20T20:21:00.000-08:00

It was not so difficult after all!

After weighing all the options, and at odd times even deliberating on all the options, I decided to go for the last one. (If you’re wondering what this is all about, read my previous blog or click here). And it was not so difficult. For one, I took the decision only after the emotional reaction had subsided. And the other reason being it was the best option for me to choose. Choosing any of the other options would only have left me angry and bitter. So now you know why. But the little miracle was that all of this happened within 36 hours! I had to meet this person on Sunday morning. I realized, quite contrary to what I had expected, I was able to look boldly into his face and smile and talk and be my usual cheery self. Not a twinge of disappointment remained and naturally, the hurt had all been forgotten. And today, I’m completely free!

The sea is calm and a peaceful azure blue! :-)

2006-02-17T22:13:00.000-08:00

One of life’s lessons …

I know this was intended to be a ‘happy’ place with just the nice things. The clouds, the rain, the thorns, the disappointments were kept at bay. Well today, I had to really come to terms with the fact that I needed to treat rain and sunshine alike. Or the roses and thorns alike. And I know I’m sounding so clichéd! It just so happens that I made up my mind I would never ever let on if I was blue. That I would bury myself and hide until I was ready to face sunshine again. And I realized well, that’s not healthy. So here I am, sharing something that I hope will make some sense to others too.

And if you’re wondering what brought all this on, here it is. It was a kind of betrayal. (Sounds like such a strong word. I’ll change it when I find a not-so-strong word for it.) Have you ever felt that strange feeling when someone you value a lot and look up to deliberately does a nasty act that shocks you? It happened to me yesterday for the first time ever and I was, naturally, upset.

And to ensure that I don’t waste more than a couple of days feeling the sadness, I have three courses of action:
- Ignore this person completely. I’m pretty good at it. But then I would have to face the pain if I were to see this person again.
- Retaliate. Well, I would have to think A LOT. ‘Cos it’s hard and I’m not good at it.
- Pretend it never happened and continue relating to this person. Which means when I feel blue the next time, the episode would in all probability cascade into a bigger mountain inside my head.
- Tell myself, it’s a down-phase and accept it.
- Genuinely forgive. Which means I need to come to terms with the episode and even though I try to find a logical reason (my great big weakness) for it, I stand the risk of not being able to find one. And I have to still say, it’s ok. And smile.

I’ll be honest. I don’t think right now I’m emotionally stable enough to do something about it. I’m letting the dust settle. Only for a day, at the most. Can’t afford to go on feeling bad.

2006-02-06T00:20:00.000-08:00

My wish list ...

I first saw this lovely poem as a child. It was captured in a cheap frame and hung behind a door with a few cobweb strands clinging to it. I don't think the owner ever realized its true worth. For me, there was a quiet reassurance that took hold of me as I read through those words. I had found words to define my search for a deeper meaning to life. Despite the dusty, faded appearance, the words spoke to me then. I chanced upon it again and I realized, the power of the words had not faded. So, here it is for others who just might be looking for something to see life through. (By the way, Desiderata is Latin for "Things to be desired.")

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Thank you, Max Ehrmann, for these words that even today stand bright and bold.

2006-02-02T22:35:00.000-08:00

That’s two milestones!

Suddenly I find myself having completed a couple of significant milestones. I’ve completed a whole year at work and a year of staying by myself! When I look back today, I have no clue as to how I did it and I have no answers as to what made last year special and whiz past at a deliriously happy pace. I do know that each day, I went to bed happy and woke up smiling at the blue sky. Well, almost every day. The day in between was exciting too! Sometimes bittersweet, sometimes sweet ‘n sour and the rest of the times, mingled with all the other flavors that you can think of.:-)

I feel just great when I look back. It’s been a year of no regrets, tons of surprises and of course, discovering a rare kind of love. My sweetie-pie, thank you for loving me, just the way I am. You’re truly precious. And yes, my very special friends who were always there for me. Thanks guys, you’re just wonderful – Bee, Unnicha, Venks, and Arvind-Devi. Mom, Dad and Dave - What can I say? All the thank yous of the world would not suffice! And my friends at work – Mr. Rajendran, Vidya, Babu and the rest with whom I spent most of my waking hours, a BIG thank you. And God, you’re just super-duper fabulous!

2006-01-16T21:01:00.000-08:00

A courage that’s beautiful

Here’s another example of rising beyond expectations. If you were a mother whose son got run over, most reactions on your part would be accepted as natural. You would be free to rant, rave and sue. You could expect everyone, friends and strangers alike, to understand.

And yet, here’s a woman who chose to do something different. Her 3-year-old was run over by an 84 year old motorist who thought he had run over a dog. Ryan was in a coma but eventually recovered. She did the exceptional. She realized that “What was a personal experience for me was a much larger social problem.” And the solution was to provide transportation for the elderly.

So she launched the Independent Transportation Network. Launched a decade ago, the Portland, Maine, area's Independent Transportation Network provided 15,200 rides to senior citizens last year with no taxpayer money for operations.

The concept was astonishingly simple: Elderly people trade in their cars and the value is booked into an account from which they can draw to receive rides. Family members and friends also can add to the account by donating cars or cash, or their time as volunteers.

This story warmed my heart. What a way to live: turning your personal tragedy into a triumph for others. Thank you, Katherine Freund. You’ve exemplified courage in a beautiful manner.

2006-01-11T21:25:00.000-08:00

Doctors: Baby Noor is doing great

Baby Noor was discovered several weeks ago by U.S. troops from Georgia's 48th Infantry Brigade while raiding a house in Abu Ghraib. The soldiers noticed paralysis in the baby's legs and what appeared to be a tumor on her back.

The apparent tumor was actually the fluid-filled sac, which contained part of the baby's spinal cord. Doctors said she likely would have died without medical intervention.

One of the soldiers e-mailed a friend in Georgia who is a social worker. They enlisted the help of a variety of organizations, and Noor, her grandmother and her father were brought to the United States late last month. Source: CNN.com

If you’re wondering why I’ve quoted news here, it’s because there was a line that grabbed my attention.

It just took one soldier’s thoughtful e-mail to set this rare incident of kindness rolling. The hospital bestowed their services for free. The doctors did the surgery for free. It was because of that one man whose name we might never know. Thank you and God bless, soldier. :-)

2005-12-15T23:05:00.000-08:00

What happens when you laugh or smile?

Well, if you were in Never Land (yup! of Peter Pan and Tinker Bell), your first laugh as a baby would have traveled over hill and dale and over the seas before turning into a fairy in the magical land. That set me thinking. What happens to a smile or a laugh that bubbles forth from the depths of one’s soul? If a smile has the power to cheer another, surely it can’t just die on your lips? It must have a longer lifespan! And that brings me to the following conclusions:

· Often, it becomes a smile on another’s face.
· Sometimes, it turns into a song in a wounded heart.
· It can also turn into an act of kindness.
· It can set out on a long journey on the “Train of goodness”.

So, keep smiling. You never know when your smile might come back to you on a gloomy day as a smile, a song or an act of kindness.

2005-12-12T21:15:00.000-08:00

Nature speaks but we hardly ever listen. I did try to put into words what I would say:

When nature speaks

When I look up at the stormy skies,
I see your wondrous might.
When I look at the deep blue sea,
I sense a great awe that runs so deep.

And then I sing for joy,
Sing out loud to you!
And I lift my heart in praise
For I know that the world is in you!

When I look up at the mountains tall,
I see your awesome majesty in all.
When I look out at the rich forests.
I see the power that in you rests.

Oh how my hearts soars with thanks!
And how can I express my gratitude?

For I want to sing for joy,
Sing out loud to you!
And I lift my heart in praise
For I know that the world is in you!

2005-10-28T03:49:00.000-07:00

Cyclone alert!

It was as dark and wet as it could get. Incessant rains that spelt imminent flooding, howling winds that left their rattling signature on my windowpanes and an enforced leave that left me all alone in my flat. There was no power too and therefore, the cell-phone had to be used carefully. Handicapped as I was with a painful sprain, I was in no mood to try an adventurous get-away to a friend’s place. So I decided to wait out the storm with books and an occasional peek at the storm. The day just flew by and in the evening when I tuned in to the radio news at a music channel. Here were a couple of RJs, in some obscure studio, who were asking the city to be thankful for the rain. “Yes,” they said, “there was flooding, terrifying traffic jams and no power, but it was temporary. But the city was no longer dry. Wells that had been left dry for years were now brimming with water. Reservoirs were overflowing. That’s permanent and that’s to be thought about.” They also asked callers to share ideas on how to wait out the storm. They were talking about family bonding and bailing out water together. I was suddenly forced to laugh. The day became exciting for me. Soon I was calling up friends and family and having a whale of a time, alone.

It needed a certain measure of spunk to be able to send out encouragement to a city that was reeling under nature’s fury. Thanks guys! You made a difference!

2005-10-12T23:25:00.000-07:00

Stormed over!

Last night was perfect for a storm-lover like me. The sky was overcast with dense clouds on which the city lights played to create an intriguing illusion of sorts. The air was moist with rain that was past and heralded more to come. Wrapping all this was the powerful sense of an impending storm that pervaded the earth and the heavens. The chillness in the air was a treat too! Amidst all this I could not but help say a thank you to the God of the storm. What’s life without a few storms?:-)

2005-09-22T02:29:00.000-07:00

The sea parteth …

What I haven’t shared yet is why my blue-sky happiness has been restored. Of course, I would not know the intricate biochemical reactions that cause this euphoric feeling but I do know for certain that my perception on life has just changed drastically. Life has become beautiful, I’m discovering more surprises about myself and the world has become less menacing. And as I’ve just stepped into a new year of my life, it’s as though all of the clouds of my past have been blown away. I’m reminded of the ancient tale of the winds that blew all night to create a path amidst the Red Sea. Yes, I feel as though a great celestial fan has been switched on and the very fabric of my life and how I viewed it is being blown away. Now I know that just like the Chosen people of yore, I will also cross over my Red Sea into freedom and happiness.

2005-01-24T04:25:00.000-08:00

Down a long-forgotten memory lane

In the busyness of my morning at work, I chanced upon some color pencils sitting neatly in a stand. I found myself reaching out to them – to just hold them and treat myself to the feast of colors. Not that I don’t get to see colors but one of the little pleasures I have afforded myself is to write on paper with pens and pencils of various colors whenever I find them.

It was not the grown-up thing to do. But something in me gathered those pencils and came back to my place quietly. I arranged them in the VIBGYOR order and then in random manner and tried out all kinds of permutations and combinations. This unofficial playtime of mine triggered off memories of my fascination with colors. My dada got me my first paint box at the age of 3. I remember being taught to dip the little brush into a cup of water and dab it into a color cake. The newspaper was my first canvas. I painted with fervor. Food was immaterial, parents were forgotten. I had to turn that black and white newspaper into splashes of red, blue and all the colors of the rainbow.

Later as I grew up I indulged my growing fascination for colors, fantasized about days when the whole world would be awash in one color a day of the week or people turning color according to their moods!

And, yes, I have borrowed from my happy memories of colors to color up my life and I’m so much happier because of that!

2005-01-20T01:43:00.000-08:00

My ‘blue-sky’ happiness

Today was one of those days when I found myself brimming with happiness at the sheer magic of life. On my way to office, it seemed as though the world had taken on a “new look”. In all that happiness I found myself longing to lay on a grassy glade and gaze at the skies and its happy cloud formations for endless moments. A tiny spark of memory rushed back to me over the growing up years and filled me with an inexplicable sense of joy. A little boy and girl (six and eight respectively) lay on lush green lawns surrounded by the prettiest flowerbeds looking up at the clouds. The little girl’s busy story-telling. Tales woven around the clouds and refurbished as the winds change them. The little brother’s doubts and questions are brushed away for the stories are changing course quickly. (I blush as I write this now.)

As an adult, I can still see remnants of these memories in my life. I have often woken up excited at the blue skies and during the day wondered where that excitement sprang up from! And now I know where that blue-sky happiness found its origin. It was those moments in our garden with my brother.

Perhaps you have a blue-sky happiness waiting to be discovered?

2005-01-19T03:38:00.000-08:00

When all is NOT lost …

Picture your life as a lovely boat on calm waters under magical blue skies. And then out of the blue, there appears a fierce storm. The lashing waves whip away your boat from under you. The winds take away your loved ones. The angry skies cause the seed of fear to bloom within you. But one of the beautiful things about life’s storms is that rarely is everything lost! All of you is still there! Whole and in your senses. Shaken but very much alive. Isn’t that reason enough to give yourself a chance at a wholesome life rather than letting crippling memories blind your future. Take the life that you have and let some sunshine in! Seize the day and get some happiness coursing through your blood.

All the best!

2005-01-10T16:25:00.000-08:00

When it’s your turn …

It’s been a really long time but it was one of those rare periods in my life when I had to put into practice all that I believed in.

Let me explain with a story from the Bible: After a tiring day, Jesus’ disciples were crossing over the Sea of Galilee. Suddenly, there churned up out of the depths a storm so furious that even the hearts of seasoned fishermen like Peter, James and John were fearful. As the Twelve quaking hearts weathered the winds, they saw a figure in the distance walking on the water! Their troubled minds could only think in the same vein – that it was a ghost.

However, Jesus knowing the condition of their hearts called out to reassure them. Then Peter responded saying, “If it is you, tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come”, said the Master. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus.

One of the lessons I had always learnt and maintained was that Peter HAD to get out of the boat and he HAD to get his feet wet before he could actually walk on the water. A step that required not just courage but faith too. I never really thought I would ever have to go through that experience, but the adventurer in me refused to let me stay in my comfort zone. And today, I am so glad that I dared to step out of my boat and into the waters. For I discovered my miracle the moment I stepped out!

Picture credit: fineartprintsondemand.com

2004-11-04T01:48:00.000-08:00

No matter what …

When I’m lost in the complexities of human relationships and circumstances, I have often been cheered up by just a bird song or an unexpected shower or just sheer silvery moonlight magic. And then I find all of me saying ‘Life IS good.’ I wonder if you’ve ever been on the roller coaster ride of life? Either you are just waiting to simply get out or are enjoying the ups and downs. No matter which side you are on, I have just one thing to say to you: Life is beautiful and all it takes is a shift in perception. Look at the silver lining when a dark cloud stares at you. Enjoy the fragrance of the rose when you’re holding its thorny stem in your hand.

2004-09-16T04:42:00.000-07:00

You raise me up …

What I simply love about life is the sheer magic of surprises. And the best thing is they come in all sizes, packages, shapes, colours and kinds. If you’re wondering what surprise initiated this post – it’s a song! It’s called “You raise me up” by Josh Groban. The words were like a high-powered beam of light that pierced through the darkness of confusion and inadequacy.

The lyrics:

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

It was just the reminder I needed to tell myself. The power, more often than not, comes from where we are rooted. Have you ever looked at your roots?

2004-06-30T06:21:00.000-07:00

I’m awed …

I’ve lately been experiencing a string of miracles. Miracles that can hardly be shoved under the carpet as mere coincidences. It began with a determined effort to watch a movie before the week was up. And the only way to do that was a 9:30 show on a Saturday morning. However, my friend arrived late to pick me up. And so we reached a wee bit late only to discover that the tickets were for Sunday! As we walked away disheartened, my friend decided to try our luck at the ticket counter (A very unusual move considering that the ticket counters screamed “houseful”). And what do we see there? A guy waiting to sell 2 tickets for that very show and a guy with crossed fingers hoping for tickets on Sunday! Needless to say, the next few moments were a blur until we were seated at our places! I wonder how these situations are engineered. The timing, the precision, the coincidences just blow my mind!

2004-05-25T01:08:00.000-07:00

I’m amazed ...

I’m amazed at God. How did He create beauty? How did He know what colors would steal human hearts? How did He infuse fragrance into flowers? How did he know flat stretches of land needed to be interrupted with hills, mountains, valleys and lakes? What pigments did He mix to get that perfect azure blue color of the sky that has inspired mankind since time began? I think I know just where I’m going to be when I cross the Pearly Gates. In all probability I shall be sitting at the Heavenly Laboratory, on St. Peter’s Avenue and getting answers to the mysteries and the beauty that make up this fabulous world!

2004-04-19T21:52:00.000-07:00

I believe in tears and sighs

I heard this from a friend: She had read somewhere that God collects our tears and he values them. It stayed in my head. Last night, in the twilight hours of that blissful reprieve called sleep, that comforting thought turned into vivid imagery. In the pregnant blackness of space I saw human sighs and tears deposited in a plain container. Invisible hands then gently tipped the container into space. Lo and behold! Stars floated out! Is that what happens to our expressions of grief and despair. Do they turn into radiant guiding lights in our lives? Was this the Supreme One’s ways of letting me know that no sorrow comes into our life aimlessly?

2004-04-16T05:01:00.000-07:00

I believe in nature

Whoever discovered the power of nature be blessed. After the grueling pace of city life, a breather at home was very welcome. And what a breather! Rain every single day that I was home. The refreshing cool winds, the welcome sounds of thunder, the brilliant flashes of lightening and the sound of rain healed my parched soul like no other balm could have. Thank you God for rain!

2004-04-07T04:57:00.000-07:00

I believe in hope

We’ve all heard how hope keeps man alive. And, how true. In an absolutely hopeless situation, I asked God for a ray of hope. And what did I get, a rain shower! Badly needed for a thirsting earth and this despairing soul. There it was! My miracle, my silver lining. And now I know, no matter how impossible the situation, the ray of light captured in my soul will not die. For the keeper of our souls is above situations and circumstances. Thank you, God, for hope.

2004-04-02T00:32:00.000-08:00

I believe in sharing

Have you ever pondered on the power of sharing? I remember an old saying that said something to the effect of “share your joys and they multiply; share your sorrows and they get lighter.” And as each day goes by I’ve discovered that it is just so true. However, it follows no designated path. Share misery and you reap some more. Share happiness and you carry a ray of sunshine everywhere you go. Share special moments and you set the stage for more. I call it the magic of sharing. Thank you all who’ve shared with me!

2004-03-31T03:18:00.000-08:00

I believe in friends

I don’t have many friends. But the few that I do have, are treasured. Yes, I’ve loved and lost. Loved and moved on. But friends still form a core group in my life. And, it’s just amazing the way most of them can read me. Understand when I’m down. Be my spot of sunshine, the lovely flower by the lonely wayside, the silver lining. Thank you, friends. Each one of you who has, continues to and will enrich my life. God bless.

2004-03-30T22:18:00.000-08:00

I believe in despair!

That is definitely not what one would like to hear on a sunny, happy page. And yet, after the despairing clouds of gloom come forth the most golden rays. The darker the cloud, the brighter the silver lining. So here’s to the dark moments of life. The storm clouds that act as harbingers of renewal. The thunder and lightening that shake and then build our faith. The hard rains that force life from a parched earth. Thank you all, for you make life whole!

2004-03-30T01:19:00.000-08:00

I believe in courage

Last night by some twist of fate, I landed smack in the middle of a dear friend’s significant moment. I was in her room waiting for her to finish her phone conversation with her father when I heard her speak about the man in her life. I sat up straight! I couldn’t believe this young lady was telling her strict father about her love interest when he was briefing her on the alliances he had found for her. That was courage.
I was touched that wanted me around when she had that conversation. That was courage too. To be able to trust someone with your deepest secrets. Thanks, young lady. You taught me more about courage and trust than any books could have.

2004-03-29T03:25:00.000-08:00

I believe in words

What is it about words that make us smile and stay chirpy all day long? Sometimes at work, other times at home, at play and just about anywhere. These words fall on us ever so gently. And often, these words are over phone, via mail. And yet, how powerful. A loving word from Dada makes my week. A word of concern warms me. A word of encouragement makes me compliment others. A compliment makes me and all around me smile all day through. Oh yes! I believe in words! Nice, happy and sunny ones!

2004-03-29T03:00:00.000-08:00

I believe in change

Though I would love to, I’ve still not reached that place where I have no grudges against anyone at all. Yet, it was such a happy occasion when I just took this conscious decision to like someone. It was after all a shift in perception. And what a lovely evening I had with her! Thank God! We can change the course of our unhappiness.

2004-03-25T03:12:00.000-08:00

A week to remember

The week began beautifully. Would you call an unexpected expression of love a miracle? On Monday, I decided on an impulse to introduce a friend in need to my mentor. My friend was blessed. I saw her sigh with relief at being released from a dilemma that was eating into her. And during the conversation, I heard him say that I was their daughter not like their daughter!

The beauty of that miracle was complimented by good news from another friend. A long and eagerly awaited wedding was planned between him and his sweetheart, finally. As if that was not enough, he was blessed with a great new job! I believe, I believe in the power of prayer!

2004-03-22T00:46:00.000-08:00

Thoughtful Thursday
A class in the evening. A night spent with friends. And insights galore! It was a brilliant session on seeing the writing on the wall. I think most of us left the place pondering, looking for cues that pointed to the writing. And, what grabs me is the redeeming factor. That there is no situation so terrible that the Good Lord cannot see us through!

Freaky Friday
After a really, really loooooooong time, there was a down moment. And as I leave I’m again faced with the prospect of a lonely evening. A call catches my friend at a luck moment. We meet up. Feed ourselves with great conversation and we’re excited like little schoolgirls. For both of us tell one another how the other has been a Godsend. Miracle? You bet!

Sunny Saturday
I could choose between sleeping through the day or spending it with a lovely lady. I choose the latter and what a fabulous day it turned out to be! Till the last moment I spent with her. Smothered with love and care. Sharing tender moments. Giggling like little girls. Whispering secrets as we shop for colors and fabrics. Thank you, lovely lady.

Smooth Sunday
I think I’ve finally found the essence of a church. It was, is and was meant to be a family. And, boy. What a family I am part of.
I cried. No shame.
Men shared their fears. No shame.
Another shared what she had never dared verbalize. No shame.
Just a lot of acceptance and love in the air. Thank you, breakthrough Community. And, yes as if that was not enough. I did get to go for a movie with uncle ‘n aunty. That sure was family!