A day in my life
I spread out my wings
I flew, I darted, I stalled
I fled and rested
I counted them all in my little nest
Shares of distress and joy
Looking up to the mountains
A soft whisper, a cry for mercy
Longing for His warm embrace
Yearning for His sweet fellowship
With enough God’s consolation
His gentle words stir my heart
As scent of water to a dry tree
So, the scent of His power over my life
That’s the wonder of His unfailing love
You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds, God our Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas, Psalm 65:5
Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me! Psalm 66:20
God loves you, my friend! Lord Jesus is alive!
Anxiety: I can creep over your door.
Hope: Oh, you again?
Anxiety: Yes, outdoors is fierce.
Hope: Houseful here!
Anxiety: I can lurk in from under the door.
Hope: No, wait outside.
Anxiety: I’m huffing and puffing.. can’t settle here.
Hope: Is it right for you to be angry?
Anxiety: It’s rather important.
Hope: Nothing but life.
Anxiety: But there is a sea of trouble ahead of you.
Hope: One with authority subdues surging seas.
Anxiety: Your hope puts me down.
Hope: I will pass through by His Spirit.
Anxiety: Why delay so long?
Hope: Because the great God said so!
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A rebel from birth, often mistaken, innocent but blamed was the life of a beautiful woman who is now in her early 60s. She was orphaned in her late teens. Her life had been a drama packed with so much of musing. Her courage was eaten up by her weak conscience. Her story of life continued with a sigh and constant allergic reactions whenever her stress hit her hard. Battling with her struggles day and night physically and emotionally, she had completely lost her focus of her real self.
Constant ramblings and tears didn’t ease her pain. She tried to gain favour and affection for a friendship with a close knit female contemporary. It didn’t work out too. It actually got worse. Her temper and worry didn’t add anything to her life. “All the King’s horses and all the King’s men could not put Humpty together again” was the exact scenario of her life. No one could help her. She had not felt the grace and power that was needed to live an enchanted life. Everything was a mess. Toil followed mess, followed by worries and anger, followed by lack of courage and tasteless life. Such was the life of this woman. Not feel like living was the only instinct.
There was one thing her heart was longing for and that was her only asset. Her desire turned towards her asset. She knew her asset was living, true, genuine and never lie. She would sleep in peace because her asset is truly trustworthy and full of love. She believed that it will embrace her and save her out of all her troubles. Her hope started to spring up like a new shoot full of life eagerly desiring for more light to shine on her. Her sorrow and sighing were going away day by day. She felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Just as the dew drops refresh the plant, so her life was refreshed, restored and comforted by God’s rich mercy.
Her asset was and still is the word of God, the Bible. It is the voice of God that changed the realities of her life. She is grateful to him who took her from strength to strength.
A young lady in her 20s embarked on a unique journey. She certainly started with her best foot forward. Her deep seated thoughts of her upcoming changes of her life seemed visionary. Little did she know what was coming up. One day at a time, the rudder of her boat moved her to disembark to a new journey. Her strong tower of dreams and refuge of illusions were shaken. In addition to that, her possessions were taken away from her. Anyone would possibly take on another path but she did not waver.
There was someone she knew that by seeking him, she would live. Just not live, but life and hope would be added to her. Whenever she came to meet him, he empathized for her and would meet her needs, whatever it may be. She just wanted someone to listen to her, all that her heart was weighed down with. He was surely listening to her every single word and every single sigh. He was watching every tear drop that rolled over her cheek, every matter that brought her distress and heart ache. He was searching her heart and knowing her mind as she talked.
His heart was moved with compassion. He was determined to do something for her. He had carefully planned her future. Whenever she turned to him, he had revealed her about her future days and how she might be. Little by little as she knew, she believed in his words. She took hold of his words for real although it was unimaginable and so massive and confronting to achieve. As a matter of fact, some of her future plans had not involved her money or her time or made use of any resources. She did not chase after it but it came to her.
Truly, he had been a good man, worth given in marriage to. For he had sown seeds of love gently and patiently and invested his time to love her, cherish her dearly. He was the only true reason for her well being. If she had to recount, there cannot be a man so near and dear, so good and faithful as him. He is the one who still carries her close to his heart. That my friend was the love of Jesus Christ.
Week after week, as I wait and indulge in my enchantments, there is one thing I greatly long for. I ask myself whose is the greatest love, what is the deepest secret, most searched treasure, a lifelong true and trustworthy companionship. What would that be?
What is the matter with me? Why am I so pre-occupied? As I go around and talk to people about it, they feel the same but only wondering if our answers are the same. Keep going, keep mumbling.. Never give up what you are after. But never chase the wind. Never be gone with the wind. It’s just futile.
A door always opens to me to enter the road not taken. When life churns endless chaos, there is one thing I think about and turn my eyes to. His testament and will will by no means vanish from me. His love will not be taken away from me. His eyes are always on me and his ears are always attentive to my voice. His testament clearly states what am I and constantly imprints in my heart who I really am.
His life in me is the source of all enchantments, hope and freedom. Because he is the giver and is always good, I can freely and confidently come to him anytime seeking for his help. It has now become a pleasure to see hearts changed, how people serve him and how their confident trust is rewarded. He is my Super Saviour Jesus Christ !
this one thing I really enjoyed.
that gave me absolute pleasure, filled me with inexplicable joy and changed my
was finished, I felt like nothing. But it gave me a false comfort and made me
want for more and more. Month after month, the story continued.
When I came to know Jesus through His word, I came to understand what I am worth. The knowledge of his priceless love for me and his sacrifice for my well-being changed my way of thinking. I knew I didn’t need that to be happy.
don’t enjoy that thing I enjoyed in the past. I suddenly retracted myself from
saying I wanted it. I lost the desire to touch it. I haven’t looked forward to
prolong that habit.
ever crossed my mind? Yes, several times. But it does not take hold of me
anymore. I hate it. That deep passion and longing had been cast away. I now completely
lack the senses to satiate my deep desire for it.
Loved. Cherished. Lived. Met Jesus. Witnessed life. Huge relief. Gained control. Thoroughly enjoying. Living victorious!
Courteous readers, if you need prayers, send your name and your request. I will pray for you. Our gracious heavenly father will listen to our prayers. Grace and Peace to you ! !
In the year 1985, we were living in our hometown. We led a simple, relaxed life of contentment and comfort. We lived liked we had no worries in the world. Our home itself was a different world. Once the door was shut, no matter what happened in the world would never bother us. There were absolute peace and harmony in the family until one day when a far relative turned witch intervened us. She would give us something to eat, something to play with to bring us close to her. My father being a kind gentleman appreciated her offer and also allowed her to stay with us every now and then.
No one realized the cunning, craftiness and hidden wrong motives of the so-called dear relative. Her witchcraft took effect. Days passed by, my father consequently became ill, tired and fearful. My mother had been exhausted with her hard work to keep up mothering, home chores and coping up with illness. My father faced the biggest fear, the fear of death. Many times, he would panic, speak about the end of his life and his struggle was never-ending. He would often find easy things hard to believe and try very hard to balance work, family, and fears. His hope of living and seeing good days was diminishing day by day. As usual, on a Sunday morning, we got up to go to church. There, my parents listened to the good news of Jesus Christ. They came to know that Jesus won over death and powers of the evil. And anyone who believes in Jesus Christ shall be saved. This truth transformed my dad’s heart and mind.
He put his belief in Jesus. He
gained confidence. He found strength in God. He put his hope in God. He trusted
in his word. There was more life in dad than before. Our home became peaceful
and tranquil with assurance of God’s presence in the midst of us. He loved and
praised God because he delivered him from the fear of death. He is now a grateful
man in his 60s.