Great God is our Saviour and Redeemer, How much we owe to Him, and ever we could understand this concept? When I reflect over my wasted years I feel I deserve a greater punishment than when I knew the Lord as my personal saviour and Lord of my life. I feel so desperate for my useless life and feel how dramatic it is. Day to day I act and enact the role given to me just for the satisfaction of others or for myself. Believing fully that I am pleaseing God too. But after one day
when I look back I feel I am only a waste, a dust bin, I have not done anything worth to be called as His daughter. , Though I am so worthless, useless, still God has given me a hope,' a hope that would not be quenched so easily, a hope which has faith and shout aloud saying "yes the harvest eaten by caterpillars, will be given back to me"Joel 2:25-32 he is able to give it back to me. Even these gray years will be fruitful only if iI surrender again to Him.
who will give this hope to us? The loving Father is so kind and generous towards a prodigal daughter like me even. How comforting is His love and protection!
It's amazing love that saved a sinner like me, so the question again here is how can I show my love to Him , knowing I owe Him so much, all my life.
But again the fear of age factor, which constraints me from moving fast from one place to the other threatens me that I cannot do anything for Him now. Is not this the tactic of Satan, my eternal foe? Father bind the doubts and fears that are generated by the Evil one at once. You promised me that what all that I bind on this earth .."I will give you keys of the kingdom of heaven, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven."
yes every promise in the Bible is mine, I bind the power of satan in the name of Jesus Christ and in the power of His blood and resurrection.
Help Lord God to see your plan for my life, even at this age of my life. Am I not going to complete 62 years the end of this month?
on 2nd of this month we visited a Nursing home where many old men and women and old couples waiting for their end... away from the world. away from families, away from the colorful life that they led in their youth and adult life.
They are listless, immobile, without a smile on faces, most of them are just bag of bones, without any light on their faces. This place is Gracevilla is a hospice for them. They are given medical attention, carefully nurtured and taken care by the Medical staff over there.
But when I see their faces I read many stories untold. I went back with them to their childhood,full of spring in life and in their feet, jumping and skipping, shouting and learning dreamy world where they never envisioned this stage of their life. I went back with them to their adolescent age, radical , questioning every type of authority, running away from all rules and regulations, seeking something to find out which was not known to any body in the world; I went back with them to their adult hood, matured, working hard , earning hard , having a wonderful personality being respected by every one, useful to the society, and believing that their existence is essential in this world as they were taking important responsibilities of life.... oh
I went back with them to their autumn years where they are retired and with some ailments of the body, hospitalization, medicines and diagnoses, hoping hoping that they would be cured, but not cured, people for whom they had worked all their lives to make them comfort are no where, because they are young and energetic and have their own responsibilities and life commitments, busy day and day out. Seeing this these beloved oldies felt that that world is not for them, so they sought for a haven where there is no rubble of the life, no pressures of the kith and kin, because they realized that this world is not for them...!!!
Here they need not strain themselves to understand what is going on in life. Because most of the things happening is not remembered, even what they ate for the breakfast is forgotten after a few minutes. Here no one would be there to question them what they did whole day, because if any one ask them that question, they are not in a position to answer them, as they themselves do not remember what they did whole day. Dementia, a boon in the old age is no more a curse to them as it was in the outside world, because they would not be mocked at , or stared at, or giggle at by the younger generation. Here in this hospice they meet people like them , all of them are like them.. with wonderful , enthusiastic stories of life but forgotten. so sweet , oh Thy Old age!!
But for some the motor skills of knitting still gives them some meaning in life, they still live in the dreamy world of children and grandchildren who need their services still. They dream and hope that one day they would come to them or they would go to them to see how the sweater they knit look on their lovely bodies.
hope will not die as long as the memory do not die. But this memory is tricking them saying that the past is still real, and it
is only a present.
OH this world is not for us!! they are crying without a sound from their throats.
I wondered how many of them know where they are going next? how many of them are aware that there is judgement of this life? How many of them know that their Saviour is waiting for them to take them into His loving bosom? Do they know it? Do they remember it? Their commitment to God, their aversion to God,in their younger years/? Do at least some of them remember how much they worked in the kingdom of God as His servants?
Dementia and Alzheimer made them bag of potatoes, some of them lied down on high tech beds which can be moved up and down and adjusted as they wish. They cannot get down but can operate them with their fingers. They blankly looking at the TV screen , I wonder do they grasp what they see? can they see at all? or are they seeing blur of the colors over there?
If they do not have that Tv screen in front of them they do not have life at all around them. no movement of any other sort. no sounds of children or songs around them, no chirps of the birds, or scents of the flowers around them. Oh is life at the end is so pathatic? The money we save for our hospice gives us a grave to live even while we breath??
what is man? why he should be remembered by YOU Lord? the breath in his nostrils , is that all matters? when we can proclaim a man is dead? when his heart stopped or mind stopped to work?
Lord I pray let me know how my end would be!! Lord teach me to count my days to the end you decided for me!!
when I look back I feel I am only a waste, a dust bin, I have not done anything worth to be called as His daughter. , Though I am so worthless, useless, still God has given me a hope,' a hope that would not be quenched so easily, a hope which has faith and shout aloud saying "yes the harvest eaten by caterpillars, will be given back to me"Joel 2:25-32 he is able to give it back to me. Even these gray years will be fruitful only if iI surrender again to Him.
who will give this hope to us? The loving Father is so kind and generous towards a prodigal daughter like me even. How comforting is His love and protection!
It's amazing love that saved a sinner like me, so the question again here is how can I show my love to Him , knowing I owe Him so much, all my life.
But again the fear of age factor, which constraints me from moving fast from one place to the other threatens me that I cannot do anything for Him now. Is not this the tactic of Satan, my eternal foe? Father bind the doubts and fears that are generated by the Evil one at once. You promised me that what all that I bind on this earth .."I will give you keys of the kingdom of heaven, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven."
yes every promise in the Bible is mine, I bind the power of satan in the name of Jesus Christ and in the power of His blood and resurrection.
Help Lord God to see your plan for my life, even at this age of my life. Am I not going to complete 62 years the end of this month?
on 2nd of this month we visited a Nursing home where many old men and women and old couples waiting for their end... away from the world. away from families, away from the colorful life that they led in their youth and adult life.
They are listless, immobile, without a smile on faces, most of them are just bag of bones, without any light on their faces. This place is Gracevilla is a hospice for them. They are given medical attention, carefully nurtured and taken care by the Medical staff over there.
But when I see their faces I read many stories untold. I went back with them to their childhood,full of spring in life and in their feet, jumping and skipping, shouting and learning dreamy world where they never envisioned this stage of their life. I went back with them to their adolescent age, radical , questioning every type of authority, running away from all rules and regulations, seeking something to find out which was not known to any body in the world; I went back with them to their adult hood, matured, working hard , earning hard , having a wonderful personality being respected by every one, useful to the society, and believing that their existence is essential in this world as they were taking important responsibilities of life.... oh
I went back with them to their autumn years where they are retired and with some ailments of the body, hospitalization, medicines and diagnoses, hoping hoping that they would be cured, but not cured, people for whom they had worked all their lives to make them comfort are no where, because they are young and energetic and have their own responsibilities and life commitments, busy day and day out. Seeing this these beloved oldies felt that that world is not for them, so they sought for a haven where there is no rubble of the life, no pressures of the kith and kin, because they realized that this world is not for them...!!!
Here they need not strain themselves to understand what is going on in life. Because most of the things happening is not remembered, even what they ate for the breakfast is forgotten after a few minutes. Here no one would be there to question them what they did whole day, because if any one ask them that question, they are not in a position to answer them, as they themselves do not remember what they did whole day. Dementia, a boon in the old age is no more a curse to them as it was in the outside world, because they would not be mocked at , or stared at, or giggle at by the younger generation. Here in this hospice they meet people like them , all of them are like them.. with wonderful , enthusiastic stories of life but forgotten. so sweet , oh Thy Old age!!
But for some the motor skills of knitting still gives them some meaning in life, they still live in the dreamy world of children and grandchildren who need their services still. They dream and hope that one day they would come to them or they would go to them to see how the sweater they knit look on their lovely bodies.
hope will not die as long as the memory do not die. But this memory is tricking them saying that the past is still real, and it
is only a present.
OH this world is not for us!! they are crying without a sound from their throats.
I wondered how many of them know where they are going next? how many of them are aware that there is judgement of this life? How many of them know that their Saviour is waiting for them to take them into His loving bosom? Do they know it? Do they remember it? Their commitment to God, their aversion to God,in their younger years/? Do at least some of them remember how much they worked in the kingdom of God as His servants?
Dementia and Alzheimer made them bag of potatoes, some of them lied down on high tech beds which can be moved up and down and adjusted as they wish. They cannot get down but can operate them with their fingers. They blankly looking at the TV screen , I wonder do they grasp what they see? can they see at all? or are they seeing blur of the colors over there?
If they do not have that Tv screen in front of them they do not have life at all around them. no movement of any other sort. no sounds of children or songs around them, no chirps of the birds, or scents of the flowers around them. Oh is life at the end is so pathatic? The money we save for our hospice gives us a grave to live even while we breath??
what is man? why he should be remembered by YOU Lord? the breath in his nostrils , is that all matters? when we can proclaim a man is dead? when his heart stopped or mind stopped to work?
Lord I pray let me know how my end would be!! Lord teach me to count my days to the end you decided for me!!
