When there seems no way out, miracles happen

It's unbelievable that the events happening in my life so far are with a BANG. The past week was quite a tension filled one with an assortment of issues. Our impending travel to a different country was all rosy but the process involved seemed mammoth. I can't be grateful enough to my god for his grace and assurance.

Finally all is well and we are flying soon.

It's so easy to feel threatened by the situation around us. Like Peter many times I look all around when all I need to do is look at him and be assured.

Passing everyday is a miracle. I am so glad that faith keeps me going. What I would do without you.

I am truly grateful for all of them who gave me the good courage and told me that they will remember me in their prayers. Their words reverberate as I write this post. There have been many people who did different things for me so that I can have a truly smooth sailing. Thanks from the depths  of my being.

Be still and know that I am god.

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Joy of a new day

Yesterday was not a very pleasant day. But today I am glad that I woke up with new promises and a song. Every time man lets me down, I realise that my faith holds me still and keeps me from jumping into the wreck. Sometimes I imagine what I would have been if there was no faith . . .

Joy always.

For my grandfather

Today we got the news that my grandfather has got cancer. He does not know it. Just the thought that he does not know and is cheerful brings tears to all of us.

I am grateful today that I as his eldest granddaughter was able to share so many lovely stories and moments with him. There have been times when I did not like many of the things he did. Well, all of us have grouses like that.

He is the last connection that I have with the older generation of my mother's family. He is quite important to all of us. Its strange to know that he does not know that he is dying but is hoping for the medicines to make him all right.

He has enabled me to see so much of life when I had not yet come into this world. He was born when India was not free and was under the British regime. Stories of life in the barracks, fire-schools, exotic places and people engaged us thoroughly and by now we know all the stories by heart and yet we would love our grandfather to narrate it to us.

I love him. I am thankful that he was there for us with lots of stories.

Please do pray for him.

Finally . . .

After a lot of meanderings and U-turns, I will be submitting my thesis this summer. This would not have been possible without many who stood by me and supported me. I thank all of them and am glad that they are around.

Working hard and glad that i am at it.

Joy and more joy.

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