Acknowledge it!!

My roomies from engineering college and other friends who know me closely, know my obsession with my hair and my "bad hair days" almost every other day. I hated my hair for the terrible way it looked and felt.

Five years down the lane, the hair looks much better. I get comments from friends and family that it truly has changed for good. Now I like my hair and don't really have bad hair days anymore.

That's when I remembered that I had been constantly praying for my hair a few years back!! It sounds silly to me now, and maybe to you as you read it...but it's true. I realise that a prayer has been answered, although very small and probably ridiculous to many of us.

When this realisation dawned on me, I said, "Thank you lord."

The other day, I brought two shirts for my bro. I wasn't really sure of his size.. so, on an assumption I gifted him two. He tried them on and wola!! It was a perfect fit, I should say a tailored fit. And he did look good in them.

I thought to myself, "Should I thank HIM?"

"Yes, I should."....or I'd rather say, "It'd be nice if I did."

Jesus is a gentleman. He doesn't demand acknowledgements. It doesn't take a lot of time to say a thank you...does it?

So, simply acknowledge it...even little things...those little things that cross our mind......those little things that we don't realize he's done for us.

My love, My Jesus

We often come across situations in life where we run crazily behind I don't know what not! And He waits patiently for us....to just look around at Him.

Alone I stood there that day,

Into never ending darkness I gazed.

The count of clock ticks, I could barely count.

Not a single soul I saw,

Not a single sound I heard,

Deserted I was there,

Not knowing where to turn…

He walked in at the blink of an eyelid

A handsome young guy he was,

A lot I had heard about him,

About the prince, the heart - throb.

In to my wretched life he stepped in,

It just wouldn’t make any sense.

He saw me for what I was.

Picked me up from the dirt,

He had just fallen in love with me,

What do I offer in return, I do not know.

 

I just left him,

Couldn’t bear someone taking over my life.

Each morning as I ran out for the rat race ahead,

He would wait at the door with a smile that would melt me.

He would run behind with an umbrella,

Getting himself drenched in the torrents,

But I barely bothered.

That night I still recall,

When devastated and lonely I was,

For a warm embrace my heart longed.

That’s when the doorbell I heard,

In hope of a kin, I ran to the door,

Only to see him at the door,

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

At his face I shut the door.

I wondered who this handsome young man who bothers me is.

Time and again I ignored his love,

Questioning his existence and faithfulness.

All questions were answered when,

The news of his death struck my ears.

I ran …

Heart pierced, vision blurring…

There I saw him; eyes shut peacefully, drops of red dripping from wounded flesh,

Alone he lay there,

The world came crashing down when on the palm of his hand,

My name engraved, I saw..

He was so madly in love with me,

That he went and gave up his life...

For a wretch like me….

My love My Jesus…