by Prasanta | Apr 4, 2017 | Jesus, Lent, Prayer, suffering
Have you ever been through times in life when it felt like the world might come crashing down? When it’s so hard, you aren’t sure which way is left, which way is right, and what’s headed your way tomorrow? When it feels overwhelming and it feels...
by Prasanta | Feb 9, 2017 | music, Prayer
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by Prasanta | Jan 17, 2017 | Jesus, Prayer, Quotes, Uncategorized
I’m reading a book called Prayer, written by O. Hallesby. It’s been a few years since I read a book on prayer (and I think I’ve only read maybe a few books ever on this topic). My daughter’s team is reading and discussing this book on their...
by Prasanta | Nov 22, 2016 | Poetry, Prayer
It is not simply for evening breeze, dark pond, lustrous inky sky, hum of crickets, cool grass, evensong of creatures, that she emerges. It is the lure of soul awakening, nudging, prodding, drawing her into depths visible only at night. She roams moon-soaked fields,...
by Prasanta | Nov 16, 2016 | Prayer, Quotes
I cannot do this alone. O God, early in the morning I cry to you. Help me to pray And to concentrate my thoughts on you; I cannot do this alone. In me there is darkness, But with you there is light; I am lonely, but you do not leave me; I am feeble in heart; but with...
by Prasanta | Nov 9, 2016 | Poetry, Prayer, Quotes, Writing
by Prasanta | Feb 10, 2016 | God's Word, Prayer
For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. ~Hebrews 4:12 I love this verse! It reminds me of the power of...
by Prasanta | Dec 23, 2015 | Christmas, Prayer
18 years ago, when she was born on this day, Christmas Eve, at 10:04 in the morning, she was not breathing. Thankfully, the hospital had a NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) and an emergency team ready- and she was intubated. After I awoke from general anesthesia...
by Prasanta | Oct 12, 2014 | Poetry, Prayer
Midnight Prayer It is not simply For evening breeze, Dark pond, lustrous inky Sky, hum of crickets, Cool grass, evensong Of creatures, that she Emerges. It is the lure Of soul awakening, Nudging, prodding, Drawing her into depths Visible only at night. She Roams...
by Prasanta | Aug 6, 2014 | Five Minute Friday, Holy Spirit, Prayer
It’s the place we come back to: the place we started. It’s the first step to any dream: taking a step, however small it might be. Famous people often refer back to this place, where they first started; where they began, whether a politician or movie star...
