Innerdialects

When I was a little girl I grew wings in the heels of my feet. It was around New year, waiting to see a desperate prayer answered.

(They’d drop away each time I lost some belief – but I never forgot that first brush of Faith’s wings).

That year my need was a soft toy like in magazines we got from our local library. Ma as usual asked me to ask God, so with little hesitation, I did just that in our veranda facing the sea. At age 7, there was little doubt that God, Who made Eden could handle my request; He knew our address. It was a tiny tourist village, where Dad worked at the lighthouse. Ma was music teacher at my school, an hour away from where we lived by the emerald coast – Bay of Bengal.

Getting back from school, my feet flew off the yellow pug-nosed bus, and down the sloping road home.
“God will make a way,” we’d sung last night, now the words rang in my ears as I swung open the green gate and then our front door.

There it was.
A bunny rabbit, with big blue eyes and sparkling teeth half way into the widest smile you ever saw. Our friend Uncle Gj had brought home this gift and for me it would always be a reminder that God could do anything, when He wished it – a Reminder never forgotten.

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Though as humans go, the next need was to be tall, pretty and wise like some people at school.

I got called “church mouse”; of course I was. My family sang churchy songs, with a guitar! We were not fluent in local languages here in the east of India- we were from the south, and from Christian roots that played violin and ukulele, roots that prayed over dinner, talked gospel in the veranda in moonlit nights where friends gathered for Ma’s fish fries. I loved books – Heidi & Basket of Flowers, while my classmates traded movie stories and nail polish. Jesus and His mid- eastern Cross, seemed to be the perfect Confidante on cultural/ socio- spiritual troubles – on how to forgive, pray, live free of fear.

One day, watching a chrysalis pull out wings from its cocoon, it occured to my gawking mind, that waiting in prayer was like being in a cocoon? It echoed things I’d heard my parents say: here we’re morphed out of the old into the new. But as I watched the little new butterfly, my horizon began to widen.

Getting to understand all this could take a lifetime Dad said, he was right. I’m still learning about Waiting on God. Learning about The Trusting Prayer, the one that Leans, Listens, often changing us, as we wait on His Schedule for us/each other…who knows? Who can presume to even guess at the Blueprint for Humanity? We cannot fix a cold to begin with, or make peace with viruses, or know cures for simple aches, or hurts, or how to forgive and forget – not me, not till I get to the Cross and try follow Its Courtesies.

As 2026 unfolds, with each of us on different pages, I’m thinking on Faith’s two Wings. One Worship, The other – Prayer. (These two work on His Word* ). Wings that lift us especially through Seasons of waiting.

Worship is honoring Him for Who He is, not conditioned by whether He sent soft bunnies or not.

Today and in the 365 ahead, may He help us find our own wings. May we have 2026 reasons to soar. Stay blest!

*“They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength.They shall mount up on wings like the eagle.…”( the Holy Bible).

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^{How deep the Father’s Love that He sent His only Son Jesus, that whoever believes in Him have Eternal life.}

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HAVE A BLESSED BLESSED YEAR,

IN JESUS.

Innerdialects