Wayfarer's window!

water keeps flowing till it has hewn solid  rock prayer changes lives!

The wind blows where it wishes, and you can hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from or where it goes. John 3:8a The Gentle Wind, seeps into quiet corners, where nothing else had dared to go or was able to reach! Nothing escapes, but gently is revealed, every crack, every crevice, every gaping fissure that captured the essense of darkness and despair that brooded for so long. Like the beams of the morning sun, its warm caress, its loving touch, soothes, heals and releases, every hurt, every bitterness. Like a deft craftsman it breaks, it moulds, it reshapens... Until.... It brings a new creation. All things old are passed away, behold all things are new.

Like a driftwood, I aimlessly float, yet yearning for direction, and an anchor for my soul. Till, I clasp,Your wooden cross, smudged with the blood of a slain lamb. There I find, the only link to my home in eternity. Then, I fly, in the power of Your wings, soaring higher, higher, higher, releasing every fetter that ties me still. Now, I understand what it means, to have love and peace and hope. After quite some time I get to post another song of Simon and Garfunkle, the music I grew up with!

The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. John 10:10 Blinded by years of comfort, Like a rock wrapped thick with moss; I am not at all affected, though every moment I suffer loss! The thief sweety sings a lullaby, and he keeps me smug and warm; while all good around me perish, and all things precious suffer harm! Oh Lord, my mind is darkened, and my eyes have loss their sight; Only You can revive my senses, and lead me in Your kindly light.

Your silent tip-toe, leaves a distinct trail behind; messaging my mind!

the little baby trembles, the fever risen high. only your lap gives comfort, as you sing a sweet lullaby.

You, who are ever online, and have ever reached out, help me to draw near and ever connect to the ever living stream that You are. I have groped for sunshine amidst every season of change; but have found growth only when I have stood facing You. I can raise a storm in the tea cup of my life, but You hold me still in the hollow of Your Hand. I have easily been distracted by the colors of the fair, but it is You who've held my hand, and kept leading me on. For I am persuaded, that neither death nor life... nor things present or things to come... nor height nor depth... not even my stubborness and my waywardness, or the changes in my moods and attitudes, or the changes in my life and fortune, not anything, ever, ever, shall be able to separate me from Your love. For You have engraved my name, on Your eternal palms. And  You have picked me up, when I lost my mother's breast. Only, You built me back when all I was, was...

How can I forsake such love? A short video clip that I have borrowed as the original words have no copy right and are meant for everybody to hear, accept and pass on!

A sudden earthquake of magnitude measuring 6.8 on th Ritcher during a spate of incessant rains lead to many landslides, destruction of roads and buildings and loss of lives. This was a twin disaster of a scale not witnessed before in the eastern himalayan hills. Those who experienced this remain with fear still looming large before their eyes. Yet.... God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. therefore we will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Psalms 46:1,2. Creeping, crawling, moving, mawing. Ghost-like, the clouds, kept on gnawing. The thunders roaring, the rain kept falling, till chunks of earth, began their trawling. Weeping, wailing, shaking, stalking. Just that moment, the earth was quaking. Despite their efforts,there was no standing, or sitting or sleeping, when the land itself, began its moving! Falling, breaking, cracking, creaking, and pillar and post, began weaken...