Each restless heart that beats so imperfectly!

Even as I slowly pack my mental bags one by one I have been planning to make a detour via Bangladesh volunteering with Samaritan's purse hospital in Molangiri for a month to replace the doctor on furlough.I have been praying about it.I have been planning to fill my application form today.I dreamt of my mother the whole night,it was a disturbing night and I woke up early very,very restless.
I desperately needed to talk to my mother and I did.It is the same sort of urgency I feel sometimes when I know I have to talk to my God,the father.
I have had to miss two weeks of church because of being on duty on two consequtive sundays and christmas ,I feel almost parched for the church.
My heart's desire has been to experience a church based,para church work and see how it functions ,whether there can be some learning I can take back wherever I am,in the future.
Josh Groban sings...
'...Each restless heart that beats imperfectly,
but when You come ,I am filled with wonder
sometimes I think I glimpse eternity..'
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Image of Christ.

There is nothing more scarier than a heart that has hardened .I was talking to Mary the other day,infact weeping with her There is a deep restlessnessness inside.Thank God for it becuase it shows that I have not resigned myself to the way things are.I was telling her I miss the deep experience of seeing the image of Christ and the compassion of the Holy spirit which just used to overwhelm my heart when I saw the image of Christ in people ,situation and the creation. What is the image of Christ?It is a body marred and maimed to bear the sin of the world.it is a voice that did not speak in protest against God the father,who actually planned it all before the creation of the world,not against the people who maimed Him ,flogged Him,drove the nails into His hands and feet to satisfy their sinful nature.The image of Christ is a body broken to the utmost yet given to feed the very same people .It is a love that did not count the cost. I am a person who does not put too much v...

Feet in the water.

Fifteen days of earned leave after working for two years,I was praying in a house group prayer and worship and pleading with the Lord to show me something ,when it was not forthcoming I surrendered to the Lord and prayed let your will be done and then I saw the Lord walking up a winding road and deep in my spirit I knew He was calling me to follow Him .I did not know where to but I thanked the Lord and said yes. I have been living more in the unseen world than the seen world. Suddenly out of the blue I received a message from Dr Arpit asking me to replace them in Madhipura for a fortnight. I needed to go because things were getting a little intense and I needed sometime to step back and mull some things over. I had no idea why the Lord was taking me back to the old world of EHA , mission hospitals and friends from the yore. Travelling to Madhipura , I continnued to ask the Lord, 'Why this road? I had no idea why I was going where I was going.I am glad I ca...

Gift of Life...

I realise I am a beauty junkie. Always on the lookout for the experience that brings tears of awe to your person. I guess it is all right because there is just one life to live and as would have it I would like to live it to the fullest.I have travelled a bit and I have a whole bucket list unticked yet.Some things I call it my short life,I still cherish forever. I have had the experience to meet up and get close to exceptional people ,some of them extremely rare species who stick out from the crowd. One such friend during my early years just looked across the bench to me and said something which has stuck with me forever. Having been to Auroville in Pondicherry, one suddenly exclaimed,' There is a glass crystal in Auroville, when the sunlight falls on it it reflects the light beautifully and it is breathtaking to say the least. You should see it.The crystal reminded me of you.'I have not seen that crystal till date but I remember the eyes of the person whe...

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