Wayfarer's window!

From a picture I saw....... I am lost in the mist, and I barely see, a distant Light, piercing the dense, dense fog. Yet, I follow the Light, for I know it is  the only Way I can go. Suddenly, the fog lifts up, revealing a bright, bright, clear Day, and then I hear, the bubbling of, a river running through. There in the River, I find rest, and refreshing, as I soak myself, in the River, and drink deep from its  clear healing spring.

Another video from the net....makes me understand the value of my almost 12 year old daughter!!

a sad and hard hitting song! a  bit offensive perhaps but makes you think!!!

Two classical Indian songs caught my attention. here they are: 1.  The raging river, where voices, and screams and shouts all drown...and there is no way one can cross it...... 2. The shoreline where despite the rocky edges, the dependable waves never fail to touch base...again and again and again!

Lost, everything is lost And everything I've loved before is gone Alone like the coming of the frost And a cold winter's chill in my stony heart And where were You when all that I've hoped for? Where You when all that I've dreamed? Came crashing down in shambles around me You were on the cross Pain, could you take away the pain? If I find someone to blame, would it make my life seem easier? Alone, all my friends are asleep And I can't find anyone to stay awake with me Where were You when sin stole my innocence? Where were You when I was ashamed? Hiding in a life, I wish, I never made You were on the cross, my God, my God, alone, alone You were on the cross, You died for us, alone, alone You were on the cross, victorious, alone, alone You were there in all of my suffering And You were there in doubt and in fear I'm waiting on the dawn to reappear Matt Maher.

LORD, Steady my Heart. AMEN

This is an arresting song. Sung over and over again by so many. It never fails to touch some deep chord of my being...and like the song writer would say..."and even though it may all go wrong, I will stand before the Lord of song, with nothing in my tongue, but Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Hallelujah...Halleluuuuuujah". Here are my four favourite renderings of the Hallelujah song...

As a feeling of disappointment crept in, I went to the site of day-spring e cards.For the encouragement I found there, I am posting these cards to myself. Cheers..   DaySpring E-Cards http://ecards.dayspring.com/ecards/subcat.asp?CategoryID=3&SubCategoryID=1&CardID=401953&Widescreen=False&CurPage=1 http://ecards.dayspring.com/ecards/subcat.asp?CategoryID=3&SubCategoryID=1&CardID=401844&Widescreen=False&CurPage=2 http://ecards.dayspring.com/ecards/subcat.asp?CategoryID=3&SubCategoryID=1&CardID=401544&Widescreen=False&CurPage=3 http://ecards.dayspring.com/ecards/subcat.asp?CategoryID=3&SubCategoryID=1&CardID=400886&Widescreen=False&CurPage=5 and now an immensely encouraging song. thanks Kari.

1 Chronicles 5:23  And the children of the half tribe of Manasseh dwelt in the land: they increased from Bashan unto Baalhermon and Senir, and unto mount Hermon. I never went to Sunday school. Bible classes in my Christian school were compulsory and taught once a week as a part of regular curriculum. My first memory of this class is of sitting at the back-bench and sneering at the teacher. Today, I am among many of the band of brothers and sisters. We are a family of siblings dotting ages and places who have known Jesus through their Bible teacher. In school, we made a directional and attitudinal change in our life’s goals and value systems. Most of us have stayed on course and found school to be the best years of our lives and the Bible the chief element of our foundation. What made this remarkable change? As I ponder on this question, I can visualize several images from the past. A tall lady, clasping a set of books, a jhola strung along her shoulde...

Late into the night and I am still listening to Kari. It is good to be reminded ....I can always run to Him....my One desire.....my Healer Thanks Kari.

A double haiku on two phases of living and two songs from Kari, my new favorite.

For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I. Romans 7:15 The constant battle against self has tired me. I desire the beauty of Jesus within; but so often I find myself picking and choosing in doing His will. My recent journey through the book of Romans and through the passion week has whetted my desire for serious business with my Lord. While the battle continues, here are my first two poems of the war within. and a song to cheer me up: