After the rain.

The sky is still now after a heavy downpour. I had waited for a spell of rain since the begining of this month. It broke down today like an angst girl who'd at last released her pent up emotions.
The winds have mellowed. Clouds have sobered down. The night is black outside with distant soundless flashes of lightning occasionally but clearly visible.. More so, because of the persisting power cut.. Inside my little room, I hear the hum of mosquitoes that's keeping me awake. Too bad, we depend on the electrically powered mosquito repellent.. Should consider sleeping within a net.
Goodnight to me and my blog...

Wouldst thou be healed?

He stood next to his bike that evening, in the din and noise of the city bus stand which drowned my wafer-thin voice with it's relentless clamour. I didn't understand why it was so hard to let go, why I was expected to get over certain things. It just didn't seem fair. I told him so and wondered why I was venting out to my little brother who according to me needn't have an answer to my questions. The air was thick, with the black smoke from the constantly moving buses, the heat of groundnuts being roasted and my own sorrows probably added some special effects to make it even thicker.

I asked questions on questions and expected him to be stumped by their puzzling complexity. However to my amazement he answered them all very well. Ofcourse, the answers didn't amaze me as much as did the realisation - those were questions for which I didn't want to find an answer. We stood in silence for a while. He put his arm around me and said "Jess I'll pray for you."

John 5:6-7
"Wouldst thou be healed?", asked Jesus
The sick man answered Him, "Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, but while I am coming, another steps down before me."

I was here, a sick person with all possible excuses and blame games concerning my fettle. But did I really want to get whole?

That day I said "yes"
And Jesus made me whole.

Thanks Joe for your prayers!