21st March 2004
Today I witnessed a flower wilt and die, withering away petal by petal, in haunting and creepy slow-motion. It was a healthy marigold. Well, it was yellow. I'm not that good with flower names. But in a long time, I felt guilty of 'murdering' a plant. All I wanted to do was to stick it on my notice board. So I stuck a pin right at the centre of the bud. Immediately, it 'came to life', taunting, cursing and gasping for life. Before it disintegrated completely, I tried removing the pin but it was too late. I had struck at the core of its being. All I could do was to pick each petal and offer it to the Lord for safekeeping. May the soul of the once proud and stunning beauty of beauties rest in peace in a heaven of had-been marigolds.
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Sunday, March 21, 2004
Monday, March 15, 2004
15th March 2004
God has been taking very good care of me. In fact, he has always been taking very good care of me, but in the past few days, he has been pretty explicit about this fact. I'm getting my doubts and questions and uncertainties put to rest almost immediately. The answers come in beautifully created packages (i.e, a combination of factors and events both past and present), sometimes subtle, sometimes, all the too obvious. I can't help but smile in response. Not only has he made me realise his presence and involvement, but he's been doing it with amazing speed, something in the range of a couple of hours. I will dub it Express Service. It's there for the taking, and the only way to subscribe to this service is complete faith and surrender. It doesn't come at the expense of self-belief, but infact complements and reinforces it.
How I wish the Royal Mail or its equivalent(s) were just as efficient. Email comes close, but in relative terms, is still way way behind.
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God has been taking very good care of me. In fact, he has always been taking very good care of me, but in the past few days, he has been pretty explicit about this fact. I'm getting my doubts and questions and uncertainties put to rest almost immediately. The answers come in beautifully created packages (i.e, a combination of factors and events both past and present), sometimes subtle, sometimes, all the too obvious. I can't help but smile in response. Not only has he made me realise his presence and involvement, but he's been doing it with amazing speed, something in the range of a couple of hours. I will dub it Express Service. It's there for the taking, and the only way to subscribe to this service is complete faith and surrender. It doesn't come at the expense of self-belief, but infact complements and reinforces it.
How I wish the Royal Mail or its equivalent(s) were just as efficient. Email comes close, but in relative terms, is still way way behind.
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