He spoke.

I'm so amazed at the love of God that leads me on! Early in the morning during my quiet time a question entered my mind and I asked Jesus, "What about this? I would like it if it should happen sometime in the future... Or is it the right desire at all?" It lingered on in my mind almost making me inattentive during my clinical postings.
I wasn't myself and nothing except the question ran through my mind. Would it be OK or not? Those words just rattled on.
I have waited for answers from God for years. Sometimes He answers sooner but I fail to hear. Now I was anxious to avoid any of those spots. I can't wait and I can't not hear...
Surprisingly, in the evening when our course co-ordinator was dropping us back to the train station, I heard God speak. He spoke through my clinical coordinator. There was no reason why she had to randomly start talking about her life experiences that actually related to my question! She had never before discussed any thing personal with us but now she did!
Divine intervention! For me!
Thank You Lord!

Quaking rocks

I was never there, but he typed,
'How I wish you could come back here.'
I read the line again and again trying hard
Not to reply... At least not to go on conversing
About it... A different turn of subjects.
Studies, assignments and work.
But he got back to it again.
It was not about the fervent words
Not about the sighs and aches,
But a reflection of myself that had faded away.
That I had destroyed and never wanted to see again.
He would not hesitate to speak
He would not rest till memories were revived.
Till I cried...
Till I had another restless night.

My Love

I am not all that life has called me to be,
Not everything I could've acheived
Has earned wings.
I have no riches worth swaggering,
It's not in me that I have found contentment.
I have not trudged too far in the path of FAITH
Not walked too long in TRUST;
I am not unaccustomed to LOVE
Or the fulfillment it brings,
But I had never before to this measure
Rejoiced in His embrace.
Never before to this extent
reveled in His presence...

Memories... taking some and leaving behind some

I'm amazed at how the three weeks in Melbourne flew by. Tomorrow I'll be leaving to Sydney, with my three friends who'll remain with me for another 8 weeks. Today I'm leving behind 12 of my classmates who had somehow created a special place in my heart within a very short period of time.
I'm truly blessed to have met these beautiful people who gave me a family feeling during my stay in a foreign country. We all shared a common factor of being strangers in an unknown land and supported each other through the ups and downs of our theory classes.
Looking back one last time, at the classroom which gave me mostly happy moments to fondle, I walk ahead towards a nameless future. Counting on Jesus who gave me all I have and leads me on.

Life in Melbourne.

It's been really long since I made an entry on this blog. Really really long. Wish I could spend some time blog trotting! But, the assignments and cooking take away almost all my time.


Please don't get me wrong, I'm having all the fun possible under the mild Melbourne sun (Even with the news of racists' attack on harmless Indian students doing the rounds). It's been a week since I landed here and so far, everything's been great!

One of the many great things that came my way - a good friend!

Our Pic :)

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!