The halfbaked Bard

Be our strong arm each day. Isa:33:2 Everyday we need Him. In fact every hour. Every moment.  He is our strength. He is our Ezekiel God.  His strong arm will provide. Jehovah Jireh.  His strong arm will sustain.  He is our ever present help in times of trouble.  The mighty hand of God will take us through. He is the Almighty All Powerful God.  No one can snatch me from His hands. No one can snatch me from the Father's hands.  The wounded bruised hands are strong enough.  My soul! stop putting your trust in your own abilities. Stop putting your trust in the fattiness that the world or the self would offer. The strong arms are there to guide and support. For all things God works for good for those who love Him. Be excited to continue to see what He is going to do. The Lord is in control. The Lord will take care. 

Isa 32:15 Until at last the Spirit is poured out on us from heaven Then the wilderness will become a fertile land And the fertile field will yield bountiful crops.  Are you walking through a dry land? Is everything around you just thorns and briers? Is wilderness making you ineffective and inefficient?  Are you not able to come out of this, no matter how hard you have strived? Like for eternity you have been expressing to God your sigh of helplessness. But God seems so far away.  Yet a time is coming. The Spirit will be poured out on you. Deliverance is on the way.  Keep praying. Keep trusting. Keep hoping. Because your deliverer and your redeemer is about to act. He is already on your side. Yes He is willing to work in your favour. He is able and He wills.  But let us remember more than the material benefits, it's about the spiritual realm He is interested in. Purging out of sins. Sharpening your trust. Making you like Him, conforming into His plans...

Ps:104 Have a look where you are.  The nature. The universe. The mightiest heavenly bodies to the tiniest micro organisms to the ultramicroscopic electrons and further beyond.  There is symmetry.  There is organization.  There is orderliness.  There is beauty.  The birds that sing early in the morning. The sun thatvrises and sets at the right time. The seasons that arrive in its appointed time. The flurry of colours in the sky. And the variety of imaginations deep down in the ocean.  Look inside of you too. The intricacies with which each cell functiins in itself is a mystery. One of them goes overboard; or one of them malfunctions, you know you will be in trouble.  Yet the master weaver designs and sustains everything beautifully.  The fool seeing and knowing all these, says there is no God. The fool says it is all by chance. A big blow has started it all. The fool believes in probability.  The probability of this being a pr...

Why is the Lord compassionate to us?  Why does He show His infinite tender mercy?  Why is it that God, Almighty and All powerful chose to be our Father?  Why is He compassionate and merciful to us?  Ps:103:14 For He knows how weak we are He remembers we are only dust.  The reality He knows. We are mere dust. We need help because we are genuinely helpless. And because of His love He gives us infinite opportunities. He does not deal harshly with us as we deserve.  He always remembers. Do we remember our actual plight? Our need for a Saviour?  If that is there, dependence and trust will naturally come. 

Times are going to change The wounds you bear; the pain you suffer Do not think, it's gonna last forever That; this is your fate and you will go to the grave with this.  When the Lord begins to heal His people And cure the wounds He gave them. Isa:30:26 That is the promise from the Almighty God Hope. Trust and believe. Do not fret.  And when is that gonna happen?  And why did He give me those wounds?  Well! That's the purpose of it all.  Not to question God. But to inquire into your heart.  Isa:30:18 The Lord must wait for you to come to Him So He can show you His love and compassion.  Yes the Lord is waiting.  For you to ask. For you to implore. For you to sort this out.  Return. Repent. Turn back from your evil ways.  The holy Lord Himself will show you the thorns.  A hidden pride. A concealed self love.  A buried sinful desire. He reveals.  And when He reveals, throw it off and run to Him Be holy as I am hol...

In return and rest is your salvation In quietness and trust is your strength. Isa:30:15 Rest is quintessential in anybody's life. A good night sleep rejuvenates you in the morning. Quite an enjoyable holiday brings energy back to your normal life.  But we seek rest in these physicalities and forget about the more important resting in His bosom for our life perse; in toto.  Busy working. Busy travelling. Busy doing things.  We are busy with our quiet times, our attending many meetings, attending church, organizing and leading and preaching.  Yet all our loving Father asks is to rest in His bosom, quietly. Like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother's milk. Yes like a weaned child is my soul within me. Ps:131:2 Trust, hope, love, contentment, gratefulness, humility, gentleness, satisfaction, peace, joy, responsibility, genuinity, goodness, simplicity, truthfulness, patience, kindness, selfcontrol, faithfulness everything will come out of this bos...

Isa:30:7 Judah decides to seek help from Egypt. A treaty was agreed upon for Pharoah's help. Riches on donkey's back; Camels loaded with treasures walking across the desert in order to repay for Egypt's protection.  But the Lord declares that all of Egypt's promises are worthless. What is it that you consider worthy to trust in your life? More than His word? Or atleast at par with His promise. Might not replace God. But do you develop a parallel route? Something safe that you can hold on to. Money/Talents/Relationships/Job security. These are not what you trust. In fact these become significant because you think you have it in control. Apne kabze mein......  Because you trust in what you have in control. The trust might not be in any of those material things. But the confidence is in your own self.  Whatever be it that you hold on to. These are Rahabs by God Almighty - a poetic name given to a mythical sea creature that represents chaos in ancient literature...