Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
I give her a drenching when she feels uber hot.
Cools her off for a bit.
My fruity grapefruit tree.
The fruit will ripen by December.
by the 110 degree heat
At best one can pretend
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Clouds dotting the sky
I draw tremendous inspiration from Joni Earekson Tada"s daily devotional More Precious Than Silver. Today after battling against the travesties of nature and the ' system ' in which i live I receive strength and hope from Deut 33 ;25
Life Is So Daily
Your strength will equal your days. -- Deuteronomy 33:25
Have you ever thought of your days as so... daily? The minute you open your eyes in the morning you can feel yourself shifting into routine. Turn off alarm. Fling back covers. Put feet in slippers. Turn on shower. Squeeze toothpaste on brush while shower heats up. Like I said: It's so daily.That's especially true for me. I wake up every morning to the exact same series of events. A friend comes into the bedroom, turns on the tap to warm the water,heads for the kitchen and pours coffee, comes back and puts the coffee straw in my mouth and begins to put my legs through their range-of-motion exercise routine.After that, it's a bath, get dressed, and be lifted into my wheelchair. Some daysI wish the routine could vary, but like you, I must accept the dailyness.My friend Shirley Locker, who is also disabled, once reminded me that our dailychallenges have rewards for those who trust God for hour-by-hour (sometimes minute-by-minute)strength. God promises, "Your strength will equal your days."No matter how deep the rut of your daily routine, satisfaction in the Lord Jesus can be deeper still. In fact, God invites us to know His satisfaction on a more profound level as we remind ourselves to go to him for grace, especially during those so-called boring hours when we feel our life is on automatic. He knows that's when we need him most.No matter how much the "same" your day appears, God's grace will make it different because his grace is fresh every morning. Lamentations 3:22-23 tells us his love and compassion are new every morning. What a relief.
What parts of your day are routine? Why not infuse them with life by inviting God to be a part of them? Memorize Scripture during your bathroom routines, and pray while you're dressing.* * * * *
Thank You, Lord, that Your strength and grace are daily -- not that they're routine,but that they're consistently available. Every day. Every hour. Every moment. Help me to draw on them today.~
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Taken from More Precious Than Silver. Copyright © 1998 by Joni Eareckson Tada. Used by permission. Zondervan Publishing House, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530
Saturday, 26 June 2010
They rolled in over the heavens like a maurading pack of dark horses
Our first black dangerous looking monsoon clouds
I thought they would not keep their promise
So I planned to go out
But I was stopped by a heavy down pour.
The dry earth drank to its fullest
And the plants performed a wind ballet.
Thank you for keeping your promise.
How wonderful is our God who sent us rain in due time.
But just as it started to rain our power went off and we got it after 4 hours. So the whole evening was a dud. Ha-ha!
Every night I give Sheeba 's left over food to the neighbour 's (wild) dog. Tonight as I stepped out in the dark I tripped over some pebbles and had a bad fall. I could not get up on my own. I called Jags (church helper) for help and he asisted me to get uo. My darling Sheeba tried to help by licking my face and wagging her tail and when Naughty (the wild dog) came near me, she chased him away ferociously.
I was in a lot of pain but I down played it as I did not want to alarm Mama. Having her upset would be worse. I took a pain killer so I am better now. At least the temps come down a bit.
There is no such thing as bad weather,only different kinds of good weather. -John Ruskin
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Congratulations Mahima. We wish you a bright and happy future as you cross this important milestone of your life and move on to University. May God guide and bless you each step of the way. We are so proud of all your achievements. You are a beautiful gift to our family.
May you glorify God always as your name means. Mom and Dad will miss you
Now that you’ve graduated
It’s a time for laughter, a time for tears, when graduates walk down the isle with memories of years. Everyone is dressed up in their tasseled caps and gowns. The audience, with interest, is looking around.
There are people here from all walks of life. The graduates’ spirits are in a state of blithe. Celebrate, guests, the graduates have lived through it all. With lots of hard work, they’ve still had a ball.
When will we graduate? In kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, college, trade school, graduate school? Regardless where we come from, we have special memories floating around in our heads. Our first star Miss Brown put on our crayon drawing, or the pride of wearing a safety patrol badge. How about being nominated class president -- or earning a degree, completing a desired career program, getting a master’s degree.
All of these precious moments are significant life achievements that make us smile, cause us to tear up, and give us a sense of respect for who we are and what we have accomplished.
Some graduations mean more hard work and perseverance than others. But all of the occasions for graduation observance are invaluable times that will stay with us throughout our lives.
Observing graduations are very common throughout the world that we live. Holding and attending a commencement or graduation ceremony means so much to the family and friends of the honored graduate, because the guests have frequently worked with or supported the individual along the way.
Graduation cards and gifts are often given to the graduate to express the giver’s pride for the individual, and as a means of expressing congratulations. They wish the graduate well. It’s an applause, a cheer, a pat on the back, an expression of love and honor.
Graduation Day is also a time to be nervous, because of facing change. No more teachers? Maybe. No more books? Maybe. Perhaps a sense of relief is experienced, but there’s a bit of uncertainty waving in the horizon, as the graduate faces a new day coming with no anticipated structure in their lives. So what’s next? They may not know.
Kindergarten graduate, what’s new? Perhaps leaving home to attend a new strange school, which can be scary.
College graduate, what’s new? The uncertainty of what school they will be attending in what state could be filling their mind with anxiety.
Graduation Day is a time for pride, and uncertainty. It’s an observance that many plan to attend, because it is a day to remember.
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Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
Sometimes God prepares us for what is coming later on in the day by a godly word. I received the following devotional in my email which calmed my spirit and made me put on the whole armour of God (Eph 6) when my mother and I came under heavy spiritual attack tonight.The Lord helped us to hold up the shield of faith to deflect the flaming arrows of the enemy.When the enemy comes like a Tsunami wave my anchor holds fast.
Thank you to THE SOLID ROCK.
I choose love . . .No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love. Today I will love God and what God loves.
I choose joy . . .I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance. I will refuse the temptation to be cynical . . . the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuse to see people as anything less than human beings, created by God. I will refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity to see God.
I choose peace . . .I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.
I choose patience . . .I will overlook the inconveniences of the world. Instead of cursing the one who takes my place, I’ll invite him to do so. Rather than complain that the wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment to pray. Instead of clinching my fist at new assignments, I will face them with joy and courage.
I choose kindness . . .I will be kind to the poor, for they are alone. Kind to the rich, for they are afraid. And kind to the unkind, for such is how God has treated me.
I choose goodness . . .I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest one. I will be overlooked before I will boast. I will confess before I will accuse. I choose goodness.
I choose faithfulness . . .Today I will keep my promises. My debtors will not regret their trust. My associates will not question my word. My wife will not question my love. And my children will never fear that their father will not come home.
I choose gentleness . . .Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.
I choose self-control . . .I am a spiritual being. After this body is dead, my spirit will soar. I refuse to let what will rot, rule the eternal.
I choose self-control.
I will be drunk only by joy. I will be impassioned only by my faith. I will be influenced only by God. I will be taught only by Christ. I choose self control.
Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. To these I commit my day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek his grace. And then, when this day is done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest.
From When God Whispers Your Name Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1999) Max Lucado
But please keep on praying, she is being very difficult and creating problems for everyone involved in looking after her including us.
Please pray for my mother and me as we face spiritual attacks.
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Carrying water in a village
Zimbabwe is a vibrant young science student from Krakow in Poland. You will find her commenting regularly on my posts. She writes In Polish and I use the Google translator to read her entries.Through her blog she is witnessing for Christ and building up faith in others. Although the Google translation is not very good at times, I find her subjects are very insightful, sensitive and mature. Below is a copy of what Zimbabwe wrote a few days back. This displays her global vision and heart of compassion.
We often don't appreciate things, which we have. We dream about marble villas, about mil ions of dollars or euros in ours accounts, about cars, about holiday in Caribbean every year... We have big dreams, we want to be like members of The Beatles, like Bill Gates, or even like ours actors from soap operas. When I was eleven – twelve years old, I had dreamt about being great writer of fantasy novels.
But in reality it isn't worth of desire of this, what have richer, more beautiful and more famous or famous in general way. It isn't worth to waste our time on dreaming about being great writer or singer or actor. When I saw this video about these ill children, I thanked God for this that I have... Skin.
I think that we should thank Him for this, that we live in the country without wars or mines on the fields, like in Afghanistan or the Congo. We should thank Him for this, that we breath, that we have something to eat, that we have our place to live... Remember, that every day almost billion of people go to sleep feeling hunger, when in this same time in ours country shelves in the shops are full of food and many people are on the slimming diet.
Last time I saw photos from Ethiopia, where Polish Protestants have a mission. The church was poor hut made from mud and branches, but these people was happy like children, despite of fact they are adult. Maybe in ours sterile conditions, with full pockets and smart suits – did we forget about simply and daily happiness from things, which we have?
Actor, singers or inventors don't have such great and heavenly life as many people think. Famous people can be rich or beautiful, but often in newspapers we can read about their painful divorces, depressions and debts. Someone who is rich outside, can be beggar in spiritual life. I'd rather to be common, ordinary person, but with spit ritual treasure.
Early this (Sunday am) morning I admitted Aunt Virginia in the hospital. Two church brothers helped. She seems to be stable .
I feel much better now that she is in hospital. I will stay with her the whole day. Please continue to pray for strength and healong.
Aunt Virginia is not doing very well. She is the widow of my Dad 's elder brother - about 84 years old. Last month she was hospitalized with UTI. She recovered and came back. Don 't know how much time she has left.
She is very difficult to deal with. Refuses all help. Her mind is also fading . I am doing all I can for her-everything she will accept. My mom and I are the only relatives who care. Her nieces and nephews don 't bother and don 't want to be involved. They were only interested in her stuff and money and when they got that , their attitude changed. Aunt V has 24 hr assistants , they complain of her being very difficult.
I wish my family was close by- but everyone is so far away. My mother is very nervous , stressed and anxious ( she will be 79 yrs. on June 23rd) I am worried and under tremendous pressure, but have to be strong because of my mother.
My Pastor on whom I depend is on on vacation for 10 days. There are other church people and relatives to help in the worst case scenario.
Just pray for God 's mercy.
I feel physically weak.
Need prayers desperately.My Mom is having dizzy spells because of the tension.
Thank you for praying for the strife situation we were facing a while ago. Our friend 's attitude was changed when they returned from their trip. We communicated better. They harvested about 20 kgs of mangoes from their tree and gave us 4 magoes.
Friday, 18 June 2010
Now if you' ve not had the good fortune
I don' t understand why soccer is being
called ' the BEAUTIFUL GAME '
Oh yes I know Pele the superman of football called it that
in the title of his 1977 autobiography.
Thank you for praying for Namrita.
She is much better since yesterday.
Sounds cheerful on the phone.
As a result of our prayers
God applied the balm of Gilead on
Yesterday we had a power cut for more than
(the entire day).
Today 's lasted 5 hours.
But the voltage is very low.
Sometimes the sky is sprayed with
We are waiting for the rains.'
I give Sheeba baths
and try to cool off with frozen iced water
Today I made iced tea.
This is been a blasting post.
And I want to end by saying that
we may avoid the buzz of the vuvuzelas
but no one will be able to hide from the trumpet call
when Christ descends on earth to gather
His people. Even the dead shall awake!
16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.
17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord for ever.
18 Therefore encourage each other with these words.