by Prasanta | Jan 27, 2012 | Five Minute Friday, God's love, grace, Poetry
chords float in the wind fill my soul the notes drown empty spaces soak like nothing else a dry, withering, empty, cracked ground needs water, a replenishing, a pouring to sprout shoots, seedlings, full with the promise of fruit, replete with the hope and desire of a...
by Prasanta | Dec 23, 2011 | Christianity, God's love, grace, Jesus
I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....
by Prasanta | May 17, 2011 | Faithfulness, God's love, grace
He kept asking me to come look and see, at least every 30 seconds or so. The energetic boy, full of nearly eight years of wonder, was a bit down because of fever and sore throat. He saw a map drawing that big sister had made, which inspired him to create his own. He...
by Prasanta | Apr 23, 2011 | God's love, grace, Hope, Jesus, One Thousand Gifts, Salvation, the cross
I step out of the water, my long hair dripping wet. I was 13 and it was Easter Sunday night in a medium-sized church in the deep south… but it’s years later now that I’m stunned by Ann’s prose in her Journal the other day, where Ann writes...
by Prasanta | Mar 22, 2011 | grace, One Thousand Gifts
Those lists…those lovely lists… Sweet corners on the internet that are full of hope, truth, encouragement… words of life. Shedding some light in the darkness. How I need that. Don’t we all need that? Our families, kids, friends, neighbors,...
by Prasanta | Dec 13, 2010 | Christianity, God's love, grace, Jesus
I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....
by Prasanta | Mar 20, 2010 | grace, Promises, suffering
“God’s promises are like stars– the darker the night, the brighter they shine.” –Jan Coleman, author of After the Locusts. In the book of Joel, a devastating event occurs, something which will be retold to subsequent generations: Has...
