Beneath the Willow Tree

There was a willow tree in the corner of the field. It is nearby the bank of a river. Beneath the willow I’d sat down, escaping from my routine life. The cold sand waiting for the warm sun rays, until they featured in the stipulated alignment of the earth and sun.

Serene beauty, with reflections of the blue sky above can be seen in the water. The trees nearby started to shed their leaves. However, these willow trees are filled with greenery still producing my required clean air. Their sweet yet small fruits are ripening.

In that calm and clean water, I could see fishes enjoying the water. From my bag, I took out my fishing hook. I used bamboo sticks as my fishing rod. Laid my bait as I lowered down the hook for the fish; when the fish pulled my stick I suddenly pulled it out. And there’s a fish swallowing the hook.

At last, the sand gets warm. The story book that I read gets more and more interesting. Yet there’s one problem I could hardly know all the word meanings. I’m just learning yet I felt contented. The place was like a safe haven for me.

Beneath the willow tree, I was as calm as I could. I wanted spend my time alone. I wanted to be in peace, at least for some moment. No living creatures are welcomed here. Except for those birds calling each other to share their foods I kept for them.

willow tree near the brook
Willow tree near the river

Sometimes, I would take a quick nap rejuvenating myself in the world of dreams. The sound of winds, coming from the leaves, could be mesmerizing. It was mixed with fragrance of nature. When it gets warm I’d hang my clothes in the branches of the willow tree.

In no time, I gathered my catches and few belongings and get up to resume my work. Time does fly when you are in peace. In those moments of hard work and worries, time seems to remain constant. The dazzling sun seems to dwindle; soon it will disappear behind the mountains.

I’d picked some of the mustard leaves to bring it home as I inspect every nook and corner of the farm. So that when I get home I could see appreciative faces. It is not an obligation but I wanted to contribute for our large family’s meal.

Once again, I glanced at the willow tree, which seems to be enjoying the evening breeze. When its small branches and trees moved, side to side, following the breeze; there is a sense of relief inside me. I took them as waving goodbye to me for the day.

Safe Haven No More:

Today, in the shade of my room, I revisited the place I once used as my safe haven, in my mind. It was not easy to experience that kind of serene environment. Things have changed, physically and mentally. The atmosphere has been filled with undesirable influxes.

The silence, or should I say semi-silence, are interrupted by the activities of people. Inside the room, there are no fish to catch. The occasional breeze hardly comes by. Even when it comes, it is the polluted city air which if possible, would be neglected without a single breathing.

Serenity exists only in a dream by now. Pain has eluded the calmness of life. There’s hardly any place that can be used as safe haven. Bad news and crime reports filled the morning newspapers. Once again I longed for that place; that calm place beneath the willow tree.

Living creatures, man and animals, around us intruded our privacy. There’s a need for conforming to the diktats of the law. As Jean Jacques Rousseau puts it, “man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains”. We are bounded by our worldly needs in the walk of life.

When you wanted to do something good there are people who’d take advantages of such moves. In our everyday life, we have been ambushed by many things that we need to settle score with, from time to time.

Just when I was about to close this chapter I heard a group of people shouting at each other. I looked out to check where it was heading; it seems to be one of those exaggerated negligible tiny issues again. By the way, shouting, making noise, and disturbing the peace of each other is an habitual practice of the residents, in the city where I lived.

Peace of Mind:

There are many interpretations on the kind of peace, which the prince of peace Jesus Christ had brought to this world. As it was proclaimed at the birth of Lord Jesus Christ, which we celebrated as Christmas: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” (Luke 2:14)

The first and foremost, the most important peace at the same time, was we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. We have been justified by our faith in Him. (Romans 5:1) While this peace is meant for all people, it was only to those who accepted Him as their Savior. It brought peace of mind to those who are saved.

The kingdom of God is about righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. It is for us to pursue the things which would bring peace and edify one another in the light of the Lord. (Romans 14:17-18)

With the indwelling of the Holy Spirit we can be peaceful with one another. At the same time, it is important that we first have peace of mind inside us. However, the work of the evil afflicted us from losing this peace in our journey of life.

Now the peace of God will soon crush Satan underneath your (our) feet. (Romans 16:20) Our God is not the author of confusion but of peace. The time will soon come when peace from God will prevail throughout the universe and beyond.

There are times my mind wanted to rest as it did beneath the willow tree. Beneath the reign of God, we can have peace of mind. May the peace and grace of Lord Jesus Christ be with us! Amen.

Born With A Purpose

Irrespective of what we do, if we serve our purpose in life, we’d be a blessed person in the end. Our life, which is the means, would justify the(our) end.

Longevity is a blessing but not everyone could have it. Still, a lifetime whether long or short doesn’t determine our purpose; it depends on how we perform our menial or noble work.

Brevity: life is made of it. Nothing lasts forever. The longest day of the year is still one day; nothing more than that. The longest lifetime of any creatures was still a brief moment in the sight of God.

In the brevity of life, where little things are simply stitch together, we are made for a purpose. Nothing deters our worth, we are planned. God has created our inmost being; knit us together in our mother’s womb. We are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalms 139:13, 14)

Our life is God’s good gift to us. Circumstances in life, good and bad, reveals our potential. Life in itself is the greatest opportunity. Opportunists we all are, although political opportunists are not appreciated as they can hinder growth.

Struggling with our Purpose:

The problem lies in not knowing our purpose. There are many lives shriveling day by day as they are unable to use their potential.

Not all persons could be CEOs yet the jobless are not worthless either. In our own level we can serve our purpose. Serving our purpose would give us sense of achievement even in our most unwanted situations.

Some days of the year I could spent wondering whether I served my purpose or not. In the countryside where I was born, there was no or less facility to take care of newborns. Yet I survived to this day by the grace of God. I have this faith that before I could serve my purpose, here on earth, my God wouldn’t take my life. And that’s my prayer too.

It was my own prerogative in assuming that securing a noble job, which would raise our financial status and providing for our family needs, would be my purpose of living. Or at least my purpose of leaving home for better opportunity, it doesn’t seem to be, as of now.

Our purpose could be way beyond our thoughts and what we wanted to do in life. It could be lowly or doing odd jobs but serving our purpose would be our greatest privilege in living one life.

Our birth might not be foretold, as in the case of Jesus Christ, but we are here with a purpose. We might not discover yet me might be serving or on the path of our discovery. Here, I know one thing: We can help in understanding our purpose(s).

A manger: Born with a purpose
A manger; for reference purpose only

Born with a Purpose:

The birth of a king was foretold through the prophets, number of times, in the Old Testament. It doesn’t matter your acceptance, a king was born some 2000 years ago.

He was born in Bethlehem and first laid in a manger. Born of a Virgin Mary was baby Jesus Christ; the God who came in human form. He did not have a noble birth.

The baby Jesus was born with a purpose: to deliver his people from their sins. Without mentioning the Cross, a Christmas would be incomplete. Because His death on the cross was the ultimate purpose and completion of His life on earth, as He declared, “It is finished!” (John 19:30)

As it was told, “She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus because he will save His people from their sins.” What does Jesus mean? Jesus is the Greek form of Joshua, which means the LORD saves.

From the king who did not have a noble birth to spending his whole life with the lepers, downtrodden, outcast, and lowly people, there would be nothing to expect much from Him.

We had known the aftermath and the superiority of Jesus Christ. However, if we’re among those who lived during his birth, nothing extraordinary would be expected of Him.

Despite the temptations and rejection He had received from His own people, Jesus Christ still fulfilled His purpose. That too, in a very short span of time.

In just a little over three decades, He fulfilled His purpose of coming. Again, it reminded me of the brevity of life.

Despite the brevity of His life, He changed the world. In that 24 hours, on the Cross of Calvary, He changed the fortune of the world, I repeated.

Jesus Christ doesn’t need richness, wealth, status, and good amount of time in fulfilling His purpose. We know He is God who is superior over humans but in His birth as a human, He has become one amongst us. He was the Son of Man who endured all kinds if hardships in His short span of life.

Our Purpose at Christmas Time:

As the years’ Christmas is nigh, decorations and preparations might have started in some peaceful countries. It would be soon followed by a celebration worldwide; some would celebrate it as reminder the Birth of Savior or as a normal festival.

As the streets, shopping complexes, and the churches are lit up in attune to the celebrations of the first Christmas where the angels had lit up the sky in declaring His worth!

When you sit under the mistletoe, take some time to think of the purpose of Christ’s birth. Then go on to think about your purpose of living this life. Let’s make our wishes and prayer made known to Him.

Should we already know our purpose or fully surrender to His will, keep hanging on to it till the end. He came to deliver mankind from our long impending sin.

Our God has tremendous plans for us. Our life is created with choice. It is only the beginning of an everlasting life.

As there could be a high point of our life there would be a low point as well. In our adversities, our sufferings, our financial struggles, it is my prayer that the purpose these afflictions be made known to us.

As we face the world, it was His purpose, in His grace, of making us whole again and reconnected with Him, and beyond.

Getting Ready

Before the time comes I wanted to get ready, if that’s possible at all. But it happens most of the time before I could get ready.

I don’t want to get embarrassed, amongst people, by these seizure attacks. When I have this aura, which warns me of the possible attack, I am very happy. Yet my happiness couldn’t save me either.

Sometimes my SOS pill helped me avoid such circumstances. If it is going to happen; it happens. The most important thing is I wanted to finish my job or inform someone in any case I wouldn’t recover.

If I’m out from home, there are times I’d call home to let them give a check on me every five to ten minutes. Nothing can be ascertained but anything can happen. If it’s just another aura, then it’s way better.

When I’m with my children alone at home, I’d tell them if something’s wrong. My children would pray besides my bed, which gives me comfort. And God really did hear his prayer, which keeps me safe, most of the time.

When my God had cared and arranged help in my worst days, I am really grateful. He’d lead me home in those uncertain moments.

Getting ready to run
Getting Ready

In my living with epilepsy, this is one of the many lessons it taught me. In any way possible, I could, I wanted to avoid unprecedented seizure attacks but one thing is inevitable, I could not stay safe all the time. Although there are some embarrassing moments, I was quite blessed enough, as I was saved from embarrassing moments.

Getting Ready for the End:

Talking about death is not always pessimistic. It can otherwise make us appreciate our lives, which inculcate optimism in our living.

Should we be clear about our beliefs; what we expect after death, it would help us in living a happy life. Each day of lives would be numbered. We’d give thanks to the Lord for the gift of time.

Let’s get absorb in this matter and devote out whole time thinking about it. No, that is not my purpose of writing this. We should live like we could never die but get ready like we could die any moment.

It might be clearer this way: It is hope, time and again here, that I’d awake again should I have seizure attack but with impending pain on my body. However, some episodes did change my analysis of my problem. Recovering, really, is not in my hand. Should it be time for me to go on there’s nothing I could do about it.

The problem here is I could never be ready for such unprecedented episodes. But I have this faith that if something more than unusual happen in life, God took control of everything. The only thing I should be concern about is meeting Him again.

We shouldn’t be left undecided about our future. One must be certain about our belief. If someone does not anticipate life after death or meeting our Savior, let’s say it his choice now. But someone getting caught not readying for anything could be a disaster.

Apostle Paul, talking about the Day of the Lord, wrote to the Thessalonians: For you are fully aware that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. (1 Thess. 5:2-11)

While citizens of every order are busy for (International, national, and local) “Peace and Safety” destruction will come suddenly on them. (My emphasis added) No one knows about the times and dates of such extent.

How do we get Ready?

Here in verses 8 to 11, the Apostle Paul gave a very brief yet meaningful instruction on getting ready so that no one should be surprised like a thief. Let’s read:

“Putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. Therefore, encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.”

Salvation through the Lord Jesus Christ is the best way of getting readied being mentioned here.

For every beginning there is an end. If a flower blooms today it will wither in few times. If someone is suffering there will be time where suffering ends.

Some of the things in life are certain, those certainty we weren’t interested. We are more drawn to those thrills of uncertainty.

In the meantime, let’s work hard; not simply remain idle and disruptive. Let us help the weak, love each other in brotherly and sisterly love, and be patient with one another. V12-14. Let us be thankful and optimistic each day of our lives.

Being prepared or getting will enhance our productivity, which will increase our appreciation of life. Lest we go empty handed to our Worthy Savior.

Getting ready is the most appropriate thing we can do on our own; we don’t need to involve others. There is no need of investing huge amount of time and money but our own heart. It is more of a state of mind.

In his very own words, Jesus Christ had alerted the disciples about being getting ready or readiness at any hour. Here, let’s read again:

You must be ready because the Son of Man will come at an hour you do not expect Him. (Matthew 24:44)

It becomes a least likely trend of many people who are too much anxious about this timing. Some people, in the
very unfortunate way, ended up taking their own lives, which is against conforming to the will of God.

In the process of getting ready, we should not be too much anxious of God’s timing. In His most appropriate timing Jesus Christ came on earth to save us. And in His most appropriate timing He would call us unto Him.

When we are young, healthy, busy in our own work, and with few difficulties in life we tend to think less of this important aspect of life. Still it is a good thing, I would say, because it shows we’re happy.

However, some people still missed this aspect of life even in their worst situation. They are blinded, circumstances had blocked their view: their wisdom, their riches, their dilapidated life, could become their evil strongholds. But the abiding grace of God is always kind and nigh.

Let the grace of God be with us while we get ready for His Kingdom!

I Called Him Father

Until a year ago today, there was someone who loved me dearly and was always available for me: I called him Father!

He was my birth father. When I’m among men I’d proudly called him “Father”. He taught me the way of life, in that manner, I could best learned from him. His advises are always subtle.

Even when I called him from afar; where I now lived, I can still feel the warmth in his voice. It was that warmth voice, which brings comfort to since my childhood days. It brings a feeling a security in me. Even though we didn’t talk often, that special feeling of having a father was irreplaceable.

Attending church-organized conferences with my father, when I started to read and write, I would never forget those experiences. The discussions and analysis we had, of what we’d heard after such events, are something I have missed dearly.

My father’s Concord Reference Bible always came in handy. It was my first access of such books in understanding the gospel. In the countryside where learned preachers are in scarcity, it was more helpful. However, there are times when I still preferred the Holy Spirit filled but raw sermons till today.

There are times though, when I felt, my father’s wallet seems a bit far away. His Heavenly Father had provided for us; my father also had a father. And we need to ask few times, in other words pray, when we needed financial help. Nevertheless, food was always on the table in time, although our wallet might seem far.

As a young teenage boy, I wanted to get unleash from my father’s authority. But he took hold of me as much as he could yet I slipped away several times. Several rules are set for me to keep intact with him. Obedience, the best way to show our love, was never easy. Yet my father kept holding me back, even when I failed, because I am his son.

Above all, I am proud to have him as my father.

Abba Father:

Among the many Bible verses my father reads in our family prayer time, Galatians 4:1-7 was repeated over and over so that we might not miss out in future.

Abba Father
From my heart, I called out “Abba, Father”

My father always emphasized on our “son-ship” or being an “heir”; the privilege of calling God, as our very own father:

“When the set time had fully come, God sent His son Jesus Christ. In short, Jesus Christ paid the price, on the Cross of Calvary, for our slavery; being us a slave under our sin. And those who received this adoption to son-ship become God’s child.”

Since we become God’s child, we are made an heir to His kingdom. In the Holy Spirit we called out to Him as “Abba Father”. The word Abba, in Aramaic, was a word used by children for their father. It is something like a “Daddy” or “Papa” today.

This word “Abba” richly expressed our relationship with God. That is why we considered God as our Father as well as our God. In other words, as much as He is our God, He allowed us to call Him Father so that we may have very close, a Father-son relationship with Him.

So, in the blood of Christ, even a worthless person was accepted as an heir. The worthless becomes worthy in His eyes. With full confidence, respect, and ownership we can now called Him Father.

My Father at Present:

More than I’d imagined I missed my father. There are many things I wanted to consult. Just simple queries he’d reply me aptly. By the way, being my father we followed each other. We kept updated of our situations whether at home or happenings around us.

Now with my father being gone, there is loneliness which cropped up every now and then. In my everyday life, there are times I wanted to ring him. Still, I have my Heavenly Father. But I cannot see Him. I cannot touch Him. I cannot hear Him speak like normal human beings.

I connected with my Heavenly Father through His words found in the Holy Bible, and in the form of prayers. It is a privilege to call Him FATHER whenever I talk to Him. However, there are certain answers I wanted, which He did not find it necessary for me at this moment.

There are times He seems so far away. Yet I know He’s with me always. It depends on how I give Him space inside my heart. When I called on Him, He’s nigh. He lets me know His abiding presence.

My Father for Eternity:

I have a Father who never ceases to exist. Heaven and earth may fade but He’ll be there. He is the Alpha and Omega; the Beginning and the End.

It’s a blessed assurance to have Him in my life. The assurance that I will no more perish but to be with Him, in eternity; bought to have that privilege through the blood of Christ.

Jesus Christ had declared, “My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” (John 14:2-3)

My God who was not ashamed of me calling Him as my Father. And His Grace is sufficient!

Letters from My Father

My father wrote letters to me; more often than any girl would. It was written with love. Neatly written in his very own hand but with severe curves, which could take time to read.

Letters from my father
Actual photos of Letters from My Father

Today, I was submerged in a plethora of emotions, thinking back at those good old times. My father would use papers from the workbooks from my siblings; a one-liner and neatly summed up writing contained.

I put them in between my books and re-read them from time to time. At least, he’d enquire what he’d written to me, the next time we meet. So, at least, I’d read again before vacation time begun.

It was his handiwork so I have this feeling of attachments whenever I read his letters. In that way, the sudden long distance between us was easier to bear. It was his way of making us feel special.

Going back few years, we thought we’d be providing together for the family in anyways we could. I was blessed to find work in our locality. So we thought we’d be together and we’re happy lots.

But then I set out for University education in faraway land; more than 1500 miles from home, with bad connectivity. The dilapidated transport system, leave aside the very high airfare, could take us some four days, approximate, to reach back home.

Brief contents of the letters:

Occasionally, that envelope reaches me. The letters could be long while some are short and straight to the point. The long ones I called them sermons, and the short one my father’s wishes for me.

My father had, always, included quotations from the Holy Bible. His sermon summaries or base Bible verses are included. He wanted me to write back my thoughts base on the given verses.

In some of the paragraphs I was updated of our family financial status, family members and their performances in whatever field they’d undertaken. The neighborhood news, entwined with humor, was always a treat. I was always delighted to get hold of his letters.

I felt sorry because his letters could not comprehend me: in his love and guidance in the light of the Lord. I did things I’m not supposed to, sometimes, in some ways. But he accepted me through and through.

My father always mentioned he misses me a lot. He trusts me to stand alone and be true to our belief. To keep his teachings should be held more important. At first, when I failed I looked at his letters in regretting what I do.

That much impactful was the value of his words. His expectations and non-expectations were stated. He reminded me, time and again, not to worry so much about future.

There would times when my replies would be negative and unpleasant. My meager introduction in studying Political Science, as we’re busy with those trends of ‘Critical Analysis and Compare and Contrast’, might get reflected in some way.

My feel good factor:

My father doesn’t want to let me feel bad. He knows I was alone. He’d never write hurtful words. When I need correction he’d chose those extra sweet words. In that faraway land, he simply reminds e of his principles of home.

He reiterated his prayer for my well-being and even for my finding a good partner in life. Every morning and night they, not only him, they pray for us, he informed. Fear not! God must be with you, he said.

Your mother has always been beautiful, lovely, and gentle he wrote with a slight hue of humor. The quiet, kind, hardworking, and loveable character of my mother was once again appreciated. And I love this part.

When he told stories of character from the Bible, I would say just give me the text I have my Bible with me, jokingly, so that he might save time and energy.

Father wanted me to feel good whenever I read from him. And that’s the beauty of life without internet and telephones because let my mind wander to be with them.

About work and lifestyle:

Crop failure or status are a must tell. God has provided us this far so we’ll lived on, he encouraged, when crop didn’t do well. Let me put out one sample here:

You work hard; we’ll do the same, here at home. Let’s see how far we can make it. In the end, we must learn contentment in what we get. Be careful not to turn away from the path you’d followed since your childhood.

Whenever I wrote back I need to get him updated of the city where I stayed, my college lifestyle and the likes. What I had enjoyed about the pave and what not, are a must tell. This practice has enlivened me in many ways.

He always ended with a loving note which got me emotional at times. But I was warned before that it’s not for that purpose.

Living it Out

Some repetitive I was quick to point out, which my father said was because he wanted me to live it out wherever I am. The way it should be with reading the Bible and being living with and living it out.

Sermon outlines and my inputs are requested when Christmas or some special days approach. In this way, I’d rendered my thoughts for him, which also provide a good time for thinking on the Lord’s.

The letters looked worn out now. But they’re still with me: some in my mind and some physically. They are always special to me. I am undecided about putting it out, word to word.

the end of my father's letter
My father signing off his letter

I am thankful for the time he devoted in talking to me. He’d do anything for my well-being. But we too have clash of ideas, at times. My father always signed off his letters with benedictions.

In all these times, I rediscover his advises are always for my betterment. And I was sad I couldn’t follow all of them.

When we meet again I wanted to get more of him and his love. I am glad for his timely letters and his love for me.

That last time where I delivered eulogy at my father’s funeral program I did not shed tears because, deep in my heart, I believe he lived on in his Savior’s arm!

Compassion and Hope: Renewed Every Morning

The same year I’d graduated from University I had seizure. To meet my immediate financial needs I’d started joining a private firm.

It was here, at my workplace, I’d suffered this unusual attack, which plagued my living since then. I was seized and my life-boat capsized. However, I just believe it was some jerking in my brain, which would soon vanish.

My preparations and night-long practices for my dream job had been hit hard. In some major competitive exams for jobs, I’d simply slept away. Yet by God’s grace I secured a job in the banking sector, which I quit later.

In between work, I’ve been juggling and roaming through corridors of several hospitals in the hope of leading smoother life but it wasn’t meant to be, may be, for the time being. Until several years ago, I’d started visiting the Intractable Clinics. I’d witnessed the moaning and giggling, in dereliction, of patients encroaching the corridors of hospital.

Everything happens for a reason; reasons unknown or known, that I believe because I’d experience the other side of life too. Some of those very embarrassing moments are better left behind and forgotten. During the course of time, I was not consumed by my captivator, here seizure or epilepsy, it is because God’s compassion failed not.

My family blueprint, which I’d developed through the years, could not be fully put into practice. The blueprint contained determined sources of income, administration, expressing love, tolerating each other, and holistic way of raising children, and the likes.

Through the struggles, life goes on. I went on to live a normal life, although illness persist, and get blessed in different ways. Sometimes, I termed it as an ‘illness that comes too soon’ mostly because I cannot see in God’s view at this time.

There are times, in between, when it is difficult to find meaning in life. Yet I was not consumed by the work of evil inside my mind because the Compassion of Christ gets renewed every morning.

Although I don’t want to admit it; enduring the pain and physical frailties throughout, was not easy. In the meantime, there are obligations and responsibilities, which can’t ever be ignored.

Compassion and hope among men
Compassion in the midst of suffering

His Compassions Fail Not

I do believe that we all have verses in the Holy Bible, which renewed our hope in the face of adversity. When in financial deepwater and health related issues, I was reminded of several verses. One among them is this:

Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. (Read lamentations 3:21-25) These verses has always comforted me and given me hope in times of adversities.

The Prophet Jeremiah had lamented during Jerusalem’s captivity. Chapter 3 of the poem mostly dealt with his personal lamentation on the issue of suffering and God. The compassion of God brings hope to those who seek Him.

When in captives the people of Israelites lived a troubled life. Jeremiah the prophet had witnessed the unfathomable misery of God’s people. The recent prosperity of Jerusalem has made their suffering all the more bitter. It is here in these verses a light of hope was shed again.

They are seized, held as captives by their enemies yet they are not consumed. The Lord was compassionate towards them. Again, let me reiterate here again that in their sufferings they are not consumed.

The Lord their God doesn’t allowed them to be fully consumed. Beyond their ability they get protected. In the hope of returning one day, they still lived on. Through His prophet he showed His compassion towards them in their sufferings.

My Renewed Hope Every Morning

After several years of suffering, I’d undergo Brain Surgery two years ago. The aftermath has been filled with pain.

I’d develop migraines, which makes me, very much, sensitive to my surroundings and the pain was sometime unable to bear. Being devoid of enjoyment in life is a huge challenge.

When I was rushed back to the hospital, it was not easy to endure the pain and shadowy images in my eyes. The day seems to be too long when you are suffering.

I waited for the night to come. I wanted to sleep. It is my hope that the morning would bring me something. Every morning my hope gets renewed.

In the midst of my physical frailties, it was good to have that feeling of hope. I still cherished that moment: when I am able to see the morning light. I’d prayed with huge hope of getting home soon.

All my wearies of yesterday are no more. The night has consumed my pain in the dark. A new morning has broken; a new hope has filled my heart.

The love, mercies, grace, and compassion of the Lord were renewed every morning. It was a glad moment to rediscover I am still alive to see a new day. It is all because of the faithfulness of the Lord.

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!” The Lord is good to those who wait for Him; to the soul who seek Him.”

In the face adversities, be it financial, health, relationships, His compassions fail not. The Lord gave me hope to carry on in this world.

That hope, at some extent, made living with epilepsy easier. Hope becomes one of the most important pillars of my life.

Living in captivity: a life seized, was not easy. Yet I have this hope that deliverance is assured; and surely on the way.

It was more of a reminder to trust and put my faith in Him, so I weary not. It was a learning phase although it’s difficult. The fruit would be sweet, one day, when the time comes.

It is my hope that He would provide, fulfill, and gave us hope in times to come. We will not be consumed in the process because His (God) compassion fails not! They are renewed every morning.

The Sensitive Plant: Touch me not!

Sensitivity could make us delicate or otherwise callous. While it is one of our innate quality, it can be hugely influence by occurrences and changes in the body.

Now, plucking the leaves of the Sensitive Plant, without letting it fold inward or droop in, wasn’t easy. It required lots of accuracy in approaching and moving our hands.

There is a rumor amongst us that anyone who can pluck the leaf, before it fold-in, have a good fate ahead. It’s just a rumor among children, and I don’t know why. Since the plant has unique sensitivity, it was easily agreed to.

It was more like a game, which needs lots of patience and accurate release of our nerves. Once the leaves folds in, we have to wait for a while till it gets open again. And we search and moved to another plant.

About the Plant:

For starters, the Sensitive plant is a perennial herb of the pea family. The given scientific name is Mimosa Pudica. It is a Pan-Tropical weed found mostly in Asian countries, South and Central America.

shame plant; open and droop-in
The Sensitive Plant: Before and after it is touch

It is known in different names locally, mostly depicting its unique characteristics. It is known in names such as – the Sensitive plant, Touch-me-not, Shame plant, Humble plant, Lou-nuak, etc., etc.

When you touch the plant, if it can fold-in by itself, it implies that the plant’s defense mechanism is working fine. At some extent, we are also given self-defense mechanism, which keeps us safe in many situations.

Now leaving about the plant, I want you to focus on your inbuilt senses. These senses provide our adaptability in circumstances, which was seeded in us by our Heavenly Father.

Sensing Around Us:

Quick reaction to people’s action and movement can deplete us in showing out the beautiful side of a person. Although this particular plant is created to be in this nature, we can learn something important about controlling our temper here.

There are some people who are real sensitive. Before we know, they’d fold into their own zone, which make it difficult to work with them. There’s nothing to worry if you deal with them cautiously.

This sensitive plant has thorns too. It is a clear signal of “touch-me-not” being displayed to the world. Several times, I’d personally witnessed the plant piercing my legs while working in the field.

“Be sensitive to each other’s needs – don’t think yourselves better than others, but make humble people your friends. Don’t be conceited.” (Romans 12:16-21) If you read more verses here you will be instructed on handling certain situations.

These types of plants, although it benefitted them, are creating nuisance by their simple presence. We should be aware that we possessed thorns to someone while performing teamwork.

However, these plants still has its valuable uses; it helped in maintaining nitrogen fixation in the soil where it abided. Our God has a purpose for all of us. No one’s useless.

More importantly, out of the thorn and unique plant a beautiful flower blooms out of it. It makes the world beautiful although it might be tiny. We are valuable in our own way!

Open up again, as the plant did, less you might miss the true intention of people around you. These sensitive plants did open their leaves again after few moments.

Lastly, appreciate all the creatures of God despite their characteristics features.

Sensitive to the work of the Holy Spirit:

Now, I want your sensitivity be turned towards the work of the Holy Spirit. If we could’ve heard and follow the directions of God by being sensitive towards his words, it would the greatest benefit for us.

While God has been working throughout our life, it would be a colossal loss to our existence should we be insensitive to His works.

Some of us have hardened heart, which are insensitive and more likely to ignore the work of the Holy Spirit. Strongholds, in any form, could harden our heart.

We’re in bondage once, but no more. We’ve been freed to have a relationship with Him. No more dumb to hear Him nor separated by evil forces. We could be sensitive towards Him. Being senseless is dead.

When we’re sensitive towards the Holy Spirit, we become sensitive towards His work. We try not to become a stumbling block to the weak and take care of our rights; not to misuse it. (1 Cor. 8:9-12)

The Bible says: “and so by your knowledge this weak person is destroyed, the brother for whom Christ died. Thus, sinning against your brothers and wounding their conscience when it is weak, you sin against Christ.”

Enormous amount of sensitivity and caring for others are involved here. As a saved person, we are no more an agent of the dark but an agent of the light. There are certain things we should not touch!

It is my firm believes that excessive or unwanted sensitivity could be healed by Jesus Christ. So touch me now, my Abiding Savior!

Dear readers, should you be longing for the touch of the Master; May you get touch by in Jesus’ name. Amen!