by Prasanta | Sep 29, 2014 | Uncategorized
He is El Roi, the God who sees. He sees you, He sees me, and that is something I need to know. I need to know that. I need to know that God is writing my story… and He is writing yours. Sometimes, actually often, I can’t see the end or even...
by Prasanta | Aug 8, 2014 | Fear, Five Minute Friday, Hope, Jesus, Persecution
I read about it in the news. You have, too. The places where chaos and confusion and persecution have erupted. I am thinking of our Christian brothers and sisters in Iraq, and how an extremist faction has taken over and is filling the people with fear. One day,...
by Prasanta | Aug 7, 2014 | Poetry
Casting Watching waves crest and sink Surfing down summer’s summit They cast time-worn nets Catch fleeting dreams before they slip and enfold into deep waters– Before they meld into sandy shore Pulling out enough for the current day They sift through the...
by Prasanta | Jul 30, 2014 | Laundry, Poetry
(1) Laundered Spin away stains Wash away witnesses Mud and spilled coffee– Leftovers from heavy duty, Normal, or delicate days. Forget what you saw, What I tried to hide. Toss into heated tempest. Fold. Prepare to get dirty again. Repeat the cycle. Repeat. A...
by Prasanta | Jun 18, 2014 | Journey, Poetry
Driving through the Hills of Pennsylvania Somewhere between Toledo and Leesburg I left them behind Driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Tumbling into valleys Pummeling east I see them approaching Catch them after crossing the Potomac The straps of the...
by Prasanta | May 13, 2014 | Death, Family, Journey, Spring, Time
Ready to Sleep At the crack of first morning, the sun bleeds through holes in blinds, like a laser, hits my eyes. Wincing, I rise, smooth down hair, straighten covers, stumble on wilted feet. I am small; the world is looming. I am old; the day is young. The morning is...
by Prasanta | Jul 16, 2013 | Family, Memories, Summer, Travel
What do Lake Michigan, Lake Ontario, the Empire State Building, the Blue Ridge Parkway and Alabama blueberries have in common? They are all part of a long vacation away from home, connected by the highways we are traveling this July. We begin our driving journey on...
by Prasanta | Jun 7, 2013 | Journey, Spirit, Story
She is over 70 years old, slightly hunched, with silver-gray hair and dark rimmed glasses. We’ve gathered on Memorial Day, to pray, to eat, to sing, to remember. Someone asks her to speak to our group. A spontaneous sharing. She has recently arrived from...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2012 | God's love, God's Word, Hope, One Thousand Gifts, Promises, Thankfulness
I’m not. And I will never be… forsaken. Forsaken… like a bride abandoned at the altar… like Jane Eyre left standing in white, when she finds out her beloved Rochester is really married to someone else. Forsaken. But– I will never be...
by Prasanta | Oct 8, 2012 | Jesus, Journey, One Thousand Gifts, Promises, Uncategorized, Walking, Wisdom
This season beckons walking outdoors. The nip in the air, the sweaters, hot cocoa and tea offer a feeling of warmth and coziness. Walking even a short distance renews the mind, speaks to the soul. I don’t walk nearly enough… with kids still in need of...
