I do,my Lord and my God

I travelled around the central India.I spent two full days behind my friend Grace's pallu in Champa.
Years just fade away when one is with friends.We chatted and chatted and chatted .....reminiscing,remembering,laughing.
These are friends who have seen me through literal rain and sun-shine.
Met Mr Jone Wills who was our Christmas father in Satbarwa.
Again laughed through the memories of those learning days ...
I travelled through the heat and dust to Jagdeeshpur..met some old friends there too.
I did not travel to Lakhnadown although I wanted to meet Muani and was wondering what she was up to.
I have been praying on this movement thing.
Everytime I plan a move I get a clear leading from the Lord.
This time my call is to 'faithfulness' and whenever I close my eyes I see the Lord asking me 'Do you trust me?'

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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...

Till I finally reach Home...

I have made some sort of trend to do one solid thing every year of my life in Mangan post-EHA and un-beknowest I seem to have a knack for doing things almost subconciously. I learnt driving,started the dialysis unit,learning violen,built my building..atleast half is done....opened a shop and this season I could deliver christmas cakes for sale to various families .It kept me busy and occupied. Each cake was a labour intensive but absorbing work.Almost like painting. Here is the result. I realise I delivered 11 cakes this season.But there is this restlessness again ....someday I will be home and I will rest.....till then..I am on the lookout for the next project,

What gives

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