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The Lord Liveth !

My life & learning to surrender to His Will

God Cares…..

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I had stressful weekend because my baby Bastet was sick again. I put her right back on antibiotics and syringe feeding her and this morning she started eating on her own a little and i was like “praise be to heavens”; I was researching why she is having these problems (her heart problem is secondary) and of course i’m a scientist and i should be able to diagnose. So i poured over her ultra sound results, her medical history and i figured out her problem and i requested the medication from her vet (the hospital is an hour away from my home)… and when i got home i see this pretty little face peeking at me from behind a door and then she came out and met me and when i tried to pick her up she ran off as fast as her little legs could carry as if to say, come and play chase with me. made me so happy my eyes teared up and i fed my kids, gave medicine to the relevant ones and i have to do things before i go to fetch her medicine & i bunked the gym today… and then i had to deal with these slow drivers who pick up speed the moment i go past them, i think they are like”she is a girl, we got passed by a girl and how dare she, etc. etc., ” and so i get into unwanted, and unofficial drag racing and of course i always win because remember i am a good driver with a fast car and this evening was no different this guy was driving like a great grandpa doing 20 in a 45 mph zone and i got no patience for that what with i have to do 101 chores before i go to bed and so i coolly overtook him and he got aggravated and he was honking at me and i was like “F U” and sped off leaving him in dust. And then I left to get my baby’s medicine and i really was anxious because it’s supposed to rain and i could get stuck or get flooded and anyone who knows Rt. 252 and Rt. 30 would know these problems… and I was thinking about this video on Psalm 121 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ozhiyPSNzU) which I posted and I was like, surely God will be there to protect me and my kids…I get home driving in pouring rain, driving through flooded roads with nil vision and of course, once i got home, the rain stopped and so i decided i will go and get some french fries from mcDonald’s as i have to eat and got no stamina to cook and i go to the main road which now have,three accidents near my home obviously after i got home and i can’t thank God enough for His protection.. It is good to remember that when we should cast our cares on Him, because He cares for us (1 Peter 5:7)

Peace !

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“I have a message for you: ‘Seek ye the Lord while He may be found, call ye upon Him while He is near: let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon. For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall My word be that goeth forth out of My mouth: it shall not return unto Me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it (Isaiah 55: 6-11).'” Testimonies to Ministers and Gospel Workers, p. 358

Worship Him, our Creator ! Bless His mighty name ! Happy Sabbath !

dating story

Jack is my best friend,and he and I are very close and thick as thieves I usually work out with him and Friday evening he and I had dinner and it’s been ages since we got together.because we were quite busy for various reasons. My gym has two locations and i prefer one and Jack prefers the other but we both alternate between these two locations. Jack and I are different in every sense, I am a conservative, he is a liberal, I’m a Christian and he is an atheist, etc. So apparently, some guys at Jack’s gym have been inquiring about me and expressed interest to date me and Jack was telling me this and he is like, “Shanthi some people at the gym want to go out with you but i think you should go out with S because i like him. And since last time you saw him, he toned up and he is quite ripped.” I am like who is he and Jack is like “you would remember him once you see him.. and you did talk to him but at that time he had a girl friend and now he doesn’t” and then he proceeded to give me his bio: he is never married, he has a dog and i know it’s imp for you to go out with a person who believes in God and he does and i think he dumped his girl friend because he started liking you and he is really nice and he is very outgoing and he is smart, etc, etc” and by this time the waiter was curious, the people next to our table were curious and I was curious and am deeply in thought trying to recall this guy and then Jack says “you should go out with him because he already saw you at the gym in your gym clothes and sweaty but when you go out with him, i think you should dress up !” and that cracked me up and i was laughing hysterically and so are the other people who were drawn into this story and may i mention that i already created drama in front of the restaurant because i have to parallel park and yours truly can’t and so i waited for Jack to come with my car almost perpendicular to the parking space and thus slowed the traffic and Jack then parallel parked my car and so every one in the restaurant thought i am a silly person. I promised Jack that I will consider going out with him but any guy who wants to go out with me should meet three requirements which I don’t compromise on. 1. Should believe in God and go to church with me 2. Must love cats and he should know that i come as a package deal with cats. 3. should make me laugh and engage me in a good conversation. A lot of guys want to go out with me but seriously fall short. Jack doesn’t know what this guy thinks about cats tho., but well, stay tuned.. I will post an update !!

Happy Sabbath

GOd Physics

Our Awesome Creator ! Worship Him who is a beautiful and eternal Creator ! Shabbat Shalom, children of the Most High God !

Happy Sabbath

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I have much to thank God ! He protected my babies when they were severely sick and blessed them with good health…. Happy Sabbath, children of the Most High God !

Happy Sabbath

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The Lord is in His holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before Him. Habakkuk 2:20

Happy Sabbath !

Love

If Jesus lived today, he would smell like smoke.

Whether it be from pot or from cigarettes or whatever else can be smoked, Jesus would smell like it. Not because he would partake in it himself, but because he would go out of his way to go to where the smokers were. He would go to them and be with them, get to know them and show them that they are worthy of love and that they can be saved from whatever they’re running from.

Jesus would know the sensation of stale beer drying on his shirt because somebody forgot to put their drink down before they hugged him. He’d never get drunk but he might have one beer, maybe two, socializing as he got to know the regulars at the bar. The ones who found their way there day after day, hearts too heavy to do anything but numb the pain. He’d go there and listen to their stories and help carry their burdens, lift them off their shoulders. He would be the person that everybody knew—knew was safe, knew was loving, knew would listen. The bartender would call him the ‘unofficial shrink’, and Jesus would smile and order another glass of water, ready to drive home whoever would need it that night.

He’d know the feel of gauze beneath his fingers as he wrapped it around a friend’s bleeding wrist. He wouldn’t ask, wouldn’t pry, just patiently clean and treat it with careful, calming touches. The story would eventually come tumbling out in the bathroom and Jesus would draw them close, hugging tightly, and do whatever he could to find the best help available when asked, when needed.

He would know the drained, yet relieved, morning after feel the day after (of?) a three a.m. phone call from a person who was desperate, because they didn’t know who else they could turn to. He would know the days when one cup of coffee isn’t enough to wake him up, where two cups of coffee almost doesn’t do it either, but the lethargy and the headache and the bags under his eyes are worth it because the person he was talking to is okay. He would do it again in a heartbeat, too.

He would always have somebody staying in his spare bedroom—if he wasn’t staying in somebody else’s spare bedroom himself. He knows what it is to be without a roof over his head, without a blanket to pull over his cold body, and he would do whatever he could to make sure others didn’t need to experience it—even just for a night. He’d keep an eye out for help wanted ads and help his friends on the street with their resumes and pay for their haircut and nice clothing for the interview, and he’d buy them dinner after whether they got the job or not.

He would know the need to go and grab another box of kleenex as the person at his kitchen table can’t help but cry at the feeling of not being enough, of needing to change themselves before people would love them, before they would be accepted. He would know the heave of their shoulders beneath his hand as he comforted them, reassured them that they are enough, that they are wonderful and beautiful and amazing and loved. So, so loved.

He would know the feeling of a tight bank account, not because he doesn’t know how to manage his finances, but because there are other people who need it more. Who need food for their families and clothing for their children and money for their rent. He would give of himself and build relationships with these people, connections with them, encouraging them to keep going. To keep striving. That life isn’t out to get them, and that they can succeed.

He would know the pain of a harsh word, thrown at him by a hurting soul, and he would stand tall and take it because sometimes a broken heart just needs to shout.

If Jesus lived today, he would smell like smoke. Not because he approves or because he doesn’t care, but because he knows that to love isn’t just being pleasant to other people and giving them a smile, it’s crawling into the trenches with them.

(credit: 31women) Not mine

Happy Sabbath !

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Amen and Happy Sabbath, children of the most high God !

Manchester By the Sea

Manchester By the Sea is incredible in the most understated way. I was smiling at first because there is this vast contrast where there is classical music (loved it) in the background against this pure coarse language and at first it seems like it should be this extremely over-acted dramatic film, and instead it just felt like I was invading someone’s actual life by being there in the background. I didn’t actually laugh or cry, but spent watching the movie feeling and being numb at the same time. I was brought back to my own memories of that kind of overwhelming grief and brutal realism that’s so powerful and you have no idea how to even deal with it and your heart keeps panging and tears wells out of one of your eyes. Casey Affleck says a million words without speaking. There is such an understanding of real grief, and it made the whole film so cathartic. It cut me like a knife and was a relief at the same time to let grief wash over me. Throughout the movie, there was a huge lump in my throat to accompany my sore throat. It was drastic, subtle but yet honest grief, which reduces you to depression where it’s more than sadness but the numbness that consumes one and isolates you from others, going through life on autopilot feeling nothing… but what made the movie most different and realistic was that it didn’t end with the protagonist bouncing back to their old self like their pain was nothing, but showing that not everyone is capable of moving on easily. There should be warning labels reminding people like me that such movies may remind you that we are human beings !

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