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Rolling down the river....






It has been a thoughtful month.I had the privellage to visit the Asha Kiran Hospital I had heard much about all my formative years.It is a paradise wilfully built with a clear vision and a commitment to serve the people in the area.I can only imagine what it must have been like in the beginning.Just obedient people casting nets in faith to the way beyond.It stands as a testimony ofGod’s faithfulness .
Dr Varghese Philip one of the founders was there to speak into our lives.A man of few words ,listened much,spoke little but powerful and apt lesson into our lives.The words he has spoken in the past has served me personally as guiding stones in the better part of the three decades of my life in missions.I am much thankful to God for that.
I also had the privellage to interact with DrSantosh after a gap of almost five years.
Another big bonus of making that journey was to catchup with old friends like Sheba and Andy,Victor and Sarah.Victor with his extensive experience of administration had some pertinant tips to give us.
In my return journey Victor kindly arranged for my stay at Dr Sukumar and Veena’s  house.I was much taken aback by what he had to share about the EMF I group meeting at his house.They kindly took me for a drive through Vishakapatnam after dinner which was overwhelming to say the least
I come back with the realisation that  I need to  organise myself better.
Once back in the campus my tummy went for a spin and  Iwalked  around for three days with a feeling of someone punching my epigastric region.
A days casual leave,a Sunday at hand peppered with a light call seems to have served as medicine of sorts.My tummy seems to be on the mend.Ifeelmore ready to face the world tomorrow.
My youngest but one niece delivered a beautiful girl child in faraway Sydney.River Lawrence Rose.With that I have taken a leap into another generation.Life seems to be rolling on ....a full circle...circle of life.






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