What gives

It is little more than a fortnight since I have come home.I was actually to be home less than a fortnight but my IELTES result which is essential for my visa was postponed on two occassions so I am home longer than I anticipated.This time it has been postponed for a week more, so I get to meet my older sister who is here at the end of the month.I consider this the most precious days of my life. Farmlife is a different ballgame alltogether.There is always work to be done and fruitful work for that matter.I find the whole thing very restful. Yesterday I spent the early morning picking a huge bunch of mustard leaves ,the green fresh ones and sent half of it to the bible camp for the youth that is going on in the church and seperated the yellow ones to dry them .I am learning to make 'gundruk' a traditional nepali dried mustard leaf.My father gets mighty impressed to see me show interest in the farm work.I also picked up the first brocoli of the season to be sent to the church.L...

Yesterday the workers cleared one part of our kitchen garden to put in new seeds.They unearthed mamoth-sized raddishes ,like the types I had seen during the south american revival times.Each one weighing a couple of kilograms.My dad thought that it might be much too ripe and was asking the boys to use it as cattle fodder.I had other thoughts.I spent half a day cleaning and cutting them and making simple pickle in lemon water with green chilly,giant sized ginger ,salt and a herb I am not sure what they call.It is in the sun . I also made a lot of raddish chips some of which I packed for my cousin and a senior church friend.The dinner was raddish parathas made in pure home-made ghee.Even my diabetic uncle who is on insulin and very careful with his food ate five mini parathas.My cousin who had eight mini-parathas argued that it was like eating two,looking at the size of the fare. In our family reading we are looking through the upper room discourse and it's significance as being t...

The church today was a simple affair.A young preacher preached about choices and destiny.It was precise,simple and profound .The concluding verse was John 15,stressing the relationship between abiding and being fruitful. We sang some old hymns of the yore and we prayed...oh we prayed. The last few days have been spent with the family....amongst oranges,carpenters,family dinners,and decisions. My neice Rachel got married in faraway Sydney and is enroute to the US.My cousin and her kids are on their way back to Newzealand after some time at home.My sister is expected home next week from Australia....and I start making some noises for my UK stint from next week.I am treading prayerfully and carefully for the Lord's leading as I make feeble steps forward in faith.My simple prayer for my life is that I will be used of God ,for His glory.....Nothing more and nothing less.