What gives

Ok what have I been doing in the last few weeks. I have had my hands full organising a women's retreat in lakhnadon . Twelve beautiful ladies took time out from their hectic schedule to sit at the Lord's feet with Mrs Renuka Sanghi and Mrs Pushpa Waghmare. Mrs Renuka  took us through the Garden of Gethsamane and the Garden of resurrection poetically,lightly,gravely and impactfully whereas Mrs Waghmare made us travel through the current scenario in missions making us think through and surprising us with questions we have never been aware enough to ask ourselves.I found myself in tears often enough. Following the retreat I made a quick visit to Lalitpur to see my dear friends. It was a restful two days . 

Every once in a while in my responsibilities I feel extremely over-whelmed and there are times when you feel out of your depths and unable to move further.This has happened to me in the past.During my tenure in Satbarwa,I used to have a group of officers around me who used to literally carry me.It was a team ,earnest and never questioned me but stood through times when I felt it was just too much.I have often felt like that in Lakhnadon.Yesterday was one such night.The government hospital was all into mucking up simple cases and pushing them into our hospital.At one o'clock at night one previous caeserian section case given a trial labour and failed was pushed into the casualty.Much like any other caeserian case we posted her.The bystanders were insistant that she be steralised.We started the surgery well enough with an inexperienced assistant.Her haomoglobin was all of 7.5gm percent.She was bleeding from all over and inspite of all our efforts medically even after she was sutured...

I was dreading the last three days in the hospital with its unpredictability in the patient load.The last month or so have been hectic to say the least.I had allowed one of my juniors to take the much deserved leave for ten days and Divya was in her community stint.I could always call her if I needed her but I was alone for all practical purposes.Even when three of us were there,every evening I would come home by eight or so and I was severely sleep deprived.Whenever I could I would catch up. By God's grace in the last three days,I could actually fill in on my sleep except for sunday when I was at it the day and the whole night.On fifteenth August I could get to my bed only at six in the morning. On thirteenth of August evening as usual I came back from work at five and then without wasting time I decided to catch some sleep before I got the next call. At seven forty sharp I got woken up by a spiritual nudge and an intense pressure to pray for Djongu. Djongu is the hill opposi...

In my short time in the new region where I have worked I have wondered often how people meander about the paraphenalia with all it's implications to be effective in their ministries.We know they are effective because we see the fruits.Everytime our goodman came to the out-patient he always had a most wretched patient brought in for medication.It would be a destitute,a lunatic,a schizophrenic.Everytime he would have a positive report about the well-being of the patients often attributed to prayers. One day he was in the out-patient giving us an update about his work.I had had a busy night and the day was busy.I was impatient but was trying my best to curb my baser instincts and practise politeness.Suddenly a gentleman entered the out-patient with another patient who had fever. Our man was greeted with effusive  enthusiasm.When the patient had been dealt with and the duo left ,our good man shared how he knew this gentleman.Apparently he was one of those village practitioners.He had ...