by Prasanta | Aug 14, 2017 | Parenting
I have a confession to make. I don’t like to play long board games, like Risk, for example. I will play Scrabble, however, and playing games with large groups is fun. But usually, I avoid long board games. My boys learned how to play Axis and Allies, but that...
by Prasanta | Aug 11, 2017 | Summer, Thankfulness, Time
If I hadn’t walked outside, I would have missed it: this beautiful sight of a rose covered with dew. The morning is cool and gray, and this is a welcome splash of color, a bit of sunshine on the ground with pearly clouds swirling above. But if I had not walked...
by Prasanta | Jul 24, 2017 | Summer
Here are a few recent pictures of summer. All of these photos were made with the iPhone. When I moved into my first home many years ago, someone asked me if I liked gardening. I said no. Truthfully, I had no interest in it at all. I couldn’t...
by Prasanta | Jul 10, 2017 | Beauty, Faithfulness, God's Faithfulness, God's promises, Pain, Quotes, Summer, Writing
i caught a tiny wisp of the song of the hills, my memory bringing it up before me, the song i was surrounded with. if I had paid more attention when i was younger, perhaps i could recall it now, the very song, for now it is simply a memory without the music. i...
by Prasanta | Jun 18, 2017 | God's love, God's Word, Hope, Song Lyrics, Summer, Writing
God has promises not only for our lives today, but also for our future. Today may be dark and uncertain, but we do have hope for something beautiful. Some (or perhaps much) of that future goodness may only be known and understood on the other side of this earth. In...
by Prasanta | Jun 12, 2017 | God, Purpose, Summer, Writing
It feels like the middle here. This is where we have to choose, while here in this middle ground. The “middle” can possess some negative connotations: “Don’t get caught in the middle…The middle child…” It’s like sitting...
by Prasanta | Jun 6, 2017 | Summer, Writing
Faithfulness in writing brings a fruit, a knowing, a kind of reward. Writing is a cycle, with phases, just like the moon. There are times of darkness and times of illumination. The moon has no light of its own. It reflects the light of the sun. On our own, we...
