by Prasanta | Jun 17, 2011 | Jesus, Journey, Stories about home
On Fridays, I often like to participate in a fun little writing exercise called “Five Minute Friday” at Lisa-Jo’s website, the Gypsy Mama. Simply write for five minutes, unedited, for the pure joy of writing. No editing allowed. Lisa-Jo provides a...
by Prasanta | May 26, 2011 | Blogging, Journey, Writing
Recently I joined an online community called “The High Calling”. Soon after I joined, I received a welcome e-mail from Dena Dyer, the High Calling’s “Welcome Wagon” (and author, speaker, blogger) 🙂 , and one of the things she asked me to do was to write a blog entry...
by Prasanta | May 24, 2011 | God's Word, Journey, Path
Driving along, sometimes I am on a road with many stoplights. The red lights force me to stop and wait. If I’m in a hurry, it can be frustrating to stop. Once in a while, if the timing is just perfect, the lights can be mostly green and I don’t have to hit the brakes...
by Prasanta | May 23, 2011 | Failure, Faithfulness, Freedom, God's love, Journey, One Thousand Gifts
I come late to writing today, this Monday… I started a few words earlier in the day, but life’s responsibilities came and took me by the hand. I had little opportunity to write today, little time to reflect on words and thoughts and write them down, flesh them out....
by Prasanta | May 2, 2011 | Journey
It’s Monday, I’m standing in my kitchen with the blue counters, and I spill out the day-old coffee. It’s a shame no one finished it. I look around and survey the other remains of the weekend—the dishes and cups stacked high in the sink, and a fruit bowl,...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2010 | Freedom, God's love, Holy Spirit, Journey, Kindness, Love, Path, Poetry, Quotes
Here’s a little poem I saw posted on someone else’s blog and I really liked it, and wanted to share it with you: I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day I’d rather one would...
by Prasanta | Oct 26, 2010 | Beauty, Change, Holy Spirit, Journey
I heard a speaker say recently that God takes the spaces from the broken places in your hearts and plants something new… and soon a new garden with fragrance and color is blooming from those cracks. Tonight I read another idea– that the broken places in...
