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Stressed out! Devotion from Psalm 46

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A Monster in Tip Toe! Anxiety and stress have their own subtle ways of coming into our lives. They seldom intrude as ominous creatures that hound us during our days, take away our sleep at night, perplex our minds and topple down our lives. In fact, they begin as nice things like desires, hopes, duties; the small demands and pleasures of life. Every day harmless things that weave neatly into the fabric of our lives. Many of these become necessities, few of these become aspirations. Soon the list of everyday things heap up; first a mound, then a hill and before long a mountain. Sometimes, as a small crack; a loss of composure and comfort; a small outburst, anger and finally we just fall apart…much like an earthquake, shaking away our very senses and defenses! There is a fine balance between what we can cope with and what we cannot. There are many things that we manage well: personal life, demands of work, social commitments and our aspirations. Our personal lives have relat...

Choices...my vocation

Ringing, Deeply, is my clarion call. Sweeping,Shaking,Settling. Every other choice, is mine to deny. Willingly, yet with utmost difficulty..... I make my choice Seeking, strength beyond my means, Mustering HOPE, for all I leave behind, I FORSAKE, and for those I do it is a BETRAYAL. Yet, I make my choice I reach to the promises I have to keep, To my becoming of  a transcendental bridge, between the earthly and divine!

Silently now

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Silently now, I wait for thee... Ready my Lord, Thy will to see, Open my eyes, Illumine me, Spirit Divine. -Old Hymn                                                      I have stilled myself, like a baby weaned of its mother's breast. In a deep calmness...waiting for your voice in the silence. These are quiet times..times of unraveling as much as times of restoring. My time of reconciliation, of realization that I am so-so incomplete. Unable. Needy. Vulnerable. There are chasms within my soul. Deep recesses. Gashes. Areas usually glossed over by the days of busyness and hidden away my moments of madness.  But in silence, like the melting of the snow on a warm summer day, I lie exposed. Unhidden. Just as I am. As I am, I am open. Yet willing. To listen. To the still clear voice. The voice in the deser...