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My God and my King-Documentation.

 It has been an extremely hectic week.I was feeling tired to the bones emotionally and physically.I was crying out to the Lord in desperation even as I went on beyond my capacity just moving my self to the needs of the people around.There was an extended weekend,I thought I would feel physically rejuvinated but it did not happen. I went to the church and while the worship was on I bent myself surrendered to the Lord in a posture of submission just surrendering myself to my Master and suddenly I saw him pouring out a river of silver ,gold and tiny pink flowers which was sparkling from a vessel I just got up straight,receiving it I was thanking the Lord when the worship leader loudly started declaring that the Lord was pouring out his anointing.It had been a quiet,non-flashy worship. I felt such a deep rejuvination and healing and an inner calm.He is such a personal God and He is my King and my Master.He is enough. The preacher ,out of context, while preaching, quoted this verse from...

Understanding the love of God.

 This morning during my early morning prayer I had a sudden clarity about John 3 vs 16. While praying and worshipping suddenly the clarity of God's love became clear like a revelation which becomes more than a head knowledge. When we were kids we never carried any burden.There were our parents who seem to have a solution for everything.Any need ,any struggles were expressed to our parents who had a sit out for it and then seems to came back with the solution.The problem was not ours to carry but our parents made it clear that it was made on their knees and then we would see flurry of activity on our father's part with our mother's help. I was visualising the situation when our first parent's fell and how God in His love for us worked out a solution to make a way back for us so that we would not perish.I was feeling the absolute and precise  love of the almighty God even as he planned and carried out the act of redemption to restore us back from the mess we had put ourse...

Consecration.

Trying my hand at video making.With my limited skills could not put up many photos I would have liked to .It has everything to do with my limited technical skills. The two background songs have a story of their own. The first one which goes 'Hriday bhariko dhanyabad.....' is a nepali worship song.I am posted in the dialysis unit in one of the hospitals which is out of town so one afternoon when I was loitering in the dialysis unit I heard this song being played by one of the patients in her mobile even as she was on the machine.It moved me greatly and I went searching for the source.It was a young lady who had been on the dialysis support for sometime and just the previous day I had cannulated her.I was overjoyed to just meet up with her and we greeted each other with a Jai Masih  .Psalm 139 came to my mind...'Where can I flee from your presence.?If I go to heavens You are there ,if I make my bed in the depths,you are there,even there your hand will guide me,your right hand...
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Understanding the leading of the Holy Spirit and a call to pray.

 Not so long ago ,one morning I had this strange urge to paint a picture of a lady.I had no idea what picture I could draw so as I was looking through the choices I had I decided to draw a geometric drawing of an elegant lady whose picture my sister had sent me.I started work on and as it progressed I suddenly had this deep urge to keep one of the hands cut.I followed it and I did just that, Was wondering what it was all about and then towards evening Shanker came to me and told me the news about a missionary kid who had done a deliberate self harm.I knew then that this was what the Spirit had been trying to show me. I shared it with a few people .undertandably,most people just gave me a blamk stare .So many years after the incident .I am meeting my older sister .As we do our bible studies and intercession together she feels that for the season the Lord has poured the Spirit of intercession on me.When I narrated this incident to her she immediately worded the sentencee .'A picture ...

These days...

After several decades we all are home at a time, sans dad.Mom had her iron infusion without any allergic reaction and also her first Epo.Solan has been teaching me driving.I,with my learner's license drive almost every evening.At times I cover a distance of around twenty five miles along the treacherous hilly terrain .I have gone through quite a bit of challenges and less than a month after getting a learner's license I am ready to go solo but my family is insistant that I take an experienced driver with me till I get my full license..On one such occasion ,while driving on my own I nearly went down the hill while backing my car.The engine had gone off  midway, so with my feet on the clutch it was functioning on  a neutral gear and the brakes refused to budge.I did not have the experience to get my feet off the gear or pull up the hand gear.By providence, there was a plank lying by the side of the road where the car gently hit and stopped.It was  nerve racking  but I ...

Different kind of a day..

 I decided to extend my stay in Kalimpong  by a day. The day being a festival ,getting a cab was difficult but providence works in ways we fail to undersgtand  often. The gentleman who was driving me happened to be from my church denomination but now worshipping in the local church so he was quick to offer help for the next day although he was already booked for the airport the next day.The hotel guys were finding it difficult to find a cab for the day but they offered to try so we left the hotel early morning on foot .We wanted to walk around a bit.At eight in the morning this particular sight tugged at my heart-strings and brought to memory a scene from more than a decade earlier when as a young doctor I had seen a similar scene which had moved me to the roots. These are young and middle aged men offering themselves for manual work.Anyone who needs them needs to come here and pick them up .There surely must be a more dignified way of doing this. Just today I was attendi...