by Prasanta | Jun 11, 2012 | Beauty, One Thousand Gifts, Photogrpahy, Teaching Children, Thankfulness
I handled the camera with a bit of fear at first. I didn’t even know how to take off the lens cap. After all, I use a small point and shoot, not a DSLR. I was afraid I’d push the wrong button and mess something up. Despite not owning a DSLR beauty, I still...
by Prasanta | Apr 16, 2012 | Growth, One Thousand Gifts, Poetry, Spring, Thankfulness
Two weeks ago, we planted vegetable seeds. In this: It was an experiment– we usually buy seedlings in late May and plant them in the ground. But this year, we decided to plant straight from seed. And two weeks later, here is what we have: This weekend, we...
by Prasanta | May 20, 2011 | Change, Faithfulness, God's love
It’s that time of week again: Five Minute Friday! From the GypsyMama’s website, here are the instructions: Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted. Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. 1....
by Prasanta | Mar 16, 2011 | God's love
Linking up with Ann Voskamp on the theme of “Letting Go” at Walk with Him Wednesdays…. Just yesterday, we watch the little bird bounce through the air. The little creature flies right in front of us, bobbing up and down. His eyes get big, and he...
by Prasanta | Jul 5, 2010 | Beauty, Family, Seasons, Treasures
I just returned from a “camping” trip. We stayed in a “lodge”, which is a glorified term for “Big Room with 5 bunk beds, a bathroom and a shower, but with A/C and carpeting”. So… for 3 nights in the lodge, the minivan was...
by Prasanta | Dec 1, 2009 | God's love, Rest, Treasures, Uncategorized
I haven’t posted in a while. All of you reading this regularly (how many of you are there?a handful?? lol) know that. Thanks for hanging in there with me. There are reasons. I won’t go into all of them at this moment. Just returned from a Thanksgiving trip...
by Prasanta | May 9, 2009 | Christianity, Freedom, God's love, Path, Promises, Purpose, Rest, Shelter, Treasures
In The Great Divorce, C.S. Lewis writes that, in heaven, the grass itself seems to be alive. The “ghosts” (those just up from hell) can’t step on the grass without hurting their feet, while the “solid people” who’ve been in heaven...