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Miracle for a Tribal Chief@an island: east coast India#Advent2025
#17 Dear God, no matter what happens today, help me hold on to Your Power: that same Power that raised Jesus from the dead . 🌿🌏🌱 I saw this “What Christmas means to me,” prompt on Turntable talk . Perfect! For me Turntables remind me of Tony Hancock’s inimitable Scrooge: a half hour of Entertainment’s Continue reading
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Whispers of Miracles#Advent2025
For FMFWriters: Sale . Today’s Prayer Dear God. I wish praying was as easy as going to a SALE! but prayingis first – raking out yards of bitter root soil? Praying is : You emptying me of a year’s burned ash&bark? I couldn’t have guessed, but here I am- an emptied Jar. Show me what Continue reading
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Where Lilies Bloom#Advent 2025
#12 Today, I let go & hold on to where You hold me: here where Lilies bloom here where fear turns to Faith & darkness hounds the Light 🍃Thank You for that first Christmas, where You sent Your Son, born in our narrow lanes, to show us how to live, forgive, bless when cursed, Love Continue reading
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Embracing Creativity: Painting Prayer in December
#7 Dear God,Teach me Your CreativityHow You make leaves glowin billion shades of brown green yellow red white. Dear God, as a midnight clear fills with star mist, teach me how to associate creativity, prayer and social existence in this great bigPlanet too too wide to fit rightinto. I need You. Like neverbefore. December is Continue reading
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Unlocking the Gates of FAITH, HOPE & LOVE in the Vineyard of Prayer
🍃 Reflections @ Mt.Olive, garden Gatshemonem, Kidron ravine Vinepress, here Yeshua (born Bethlehem), prayed few words that still involves all Humanity: prayer of the Prince of Peace inviting me to seek Him with all my Heart. Soul, Mind, no shopping lists attchd., #6 “…..Lord Often I treat you like santaclaus. My bad. Could I just Continue reading
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Technicolor Prayer
#5 Gentle Provider,with all my heart I wish could send warmthto everyone cold, & I will do it, to the best of myability; and pl.may everyonewho can, do so. I met an older persononce, not poor, just lost in will. He had no mind to warm himself. IfI have a wish, may it be that Continue reading
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Chrysalis of Prayer
#4 it hurt like a burden not anything I knew.The more I pulled back, the more it grewas with feather Light, It lifted me to horizons of brand new SightThey are such misunderstood things, this gift ofWings Continue reading
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Give me the mind of Christ
#2 s l a y. a. g o l i a t h. Another misty 6 am. Am woken up with the words, “Wake up child.” It was a dream? But the heart sings as feet touch floor. It is that morning pre- blue. “Wake up child?” The whole place is smiling. Even the river Continue reading
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December Prayer
🌷 31 days of Transformation, in the Secret Place -Day 1- Here I am stepping into a new 31. Lord, am unsure of the details: it is like walking on water. But You smile a welcome, Your Arms stretch wide as the banks of a River, a River of Light Father my feet are unsure, Continue reading
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Our blind mimicker & what the turkeys showed us
: For FMF Writers: Turkey The closest we’ve been to turkeys was at a town -side Eatery, 100 kms from here, few years ago. Our son was at his mimicking best; who knew the place had a Turkey population? Yona heard them and called back with all his lungs. Before we knew it, there were Continue reading
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Happy Feat !
embracing the Spirit of Christmas with ‘Penguins‘ “..penguins of the cold Antarctic, find that one of their lives’ flaws is that they don’t get the magic of a life with Santa Claus, for they …have been placed far poles apart…” (Quote: Andrew of FMF Writers) “Dearest Lord God of the Penguin & us humans, I Continue reading
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“I’m not afraid of You..”
“If I give you a boat, I’ll give you an ocean.” He said to me. FMF Writers : ‘Capacity’. I ask NJ what he’d do if someone gave him a boat. He said he’d go fishing! But Im thinking how awkward it’d be, right here with a boat. We’re in the middle of this silly Continue reading
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The Best Is Yet To Be*
Not for the fainted hearted; for Jaci, Wanj, and all of us, for Real I cannot speak or think. Its a nightmare. Or is it? I wake and here the tide shoves my mattress, am blanketed with sub-zero Hope. “Take the key.” His whisper is a shout. I weep, He wipes my tears from the Continue reading
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Prayers & Parattas: Exploring the Significance of Everyday Moments
At the counter is a yellow kettle, almost like the red one Dad got you from Kolkotta. You used to live by the Bay of Bengal when life was a school kid. Ay. You can be suddenly taken back in Time, to see what’s hard to fully explain In the tastefully set-up Eatery, Royal Parattas Continue reading
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Gandhi, Gujarat & me
Our window overlooks national army land. 100 meters from my window. If the light is good, I can see some of their uncut face skin, their arms and shoes. Sweet dearest Lord God, am not swearing, but they go to Kargil/ wherever, while I sit here trying not to be a crab, for a mean Continue reading
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Spark
The room is dark except for dusk lights seeping in. Paru smiles like she means it. I don’t know whether to sit or stand, this is awkward. She’d lost her entire family in a series of events I don’t want to say. What can you say. After everyone’s gone home to their families, there will Continue reading
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Its Happening!
You wait, you morph. The prayer you prayed changes you. Your feet break with the running. You grow wings, you fall upwards, in blue skies. You burned out? But the fire around, hedges you in from hell. (“I will be a hedge of fire around you,” He says) It thaws you You curl up, crushed, Continue reading
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“What happens when you pray?”
When we finish all our words, we become a lesser piece of us, and more of another… I let go of my own words, my prayer lists; now I’m more a child- zero hesitation. This can be silent. Silenced expectation, a separate place. Something new. Awkward. Changed. You’re not just a body, you’re all soul. Continue reading
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Transformative Affection: From Grape to Grace
it is The Secret Place. 5 am. Not meant for the faint hearted. My glacier melts like old ice into summer. The Grim Reaper sizzles, overtaken by the Lord of the Harvest! You’ve been to the original Garden of Gethsemane? – by Olive garden, & Vine -press Gatshemonem, by the Kidron valley ravine, under where Continue reading
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The Gardener’s Touch: Finding Redemption
Vinepress Prompt : ‘Choices’ At Shiloh’s Gate, shadows slink down its latch. Inside, a small breeze stirs the under belly of vine leaf. The Gardener looks at my scars. I look at the shut gate visible thru flower berries. He smiles, glad at the choice made. Nearby brook runs like a Psalm. I enter His Continue reading
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Handpicked for a Time such as This
Some call it prayer. I’m reeling at the noise of our earth- 🍃 me, like Hannah, in the steps of Tabernacle Shiloh; praying, her syllables drunk in need. The Gardener’s eyes are ripe with light. Here, my heart keels. The noise has gotten inside. Hate has made us hate. Indifference makes us indifferent. How understand Continue reading
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Its “Happening” !
What are you feeling right now? You’ve waited. Waited long enough. Waited as the bud grew into a tree that snapped. You burned, burnt out..you thought; & waited for that Promise from Heaven to come true, but It seemed to run Itself out of sight. Now the eyes inside you, once shut tight, they peek Continue reading
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Opposed, and ye✝
My land is a billion+ full of opposed cultures, we are old and young, sweet sour bitter. This morning we are 79 years into a Democracy that’s well- set to a sizzle. We are a collection of differences. Me, I collect verses from Calenders, in awe of how a verse speaks right off the wall Continue reading
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We see not with eyes, but with our mind
Annama sees through my face. There’s a hoard unlocking out of her. I see Us in her, I see our accumulated communal… local/global grief, I see forbidden joy in her sparkling eyes, and then the tears fall. She cannot forgive herself, nor the family that’ve abused her over the years. So she walked away from Continue reading
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When India prays, she’s in the floor weeping recognition of Absolute Grace
She’s a War Angel, of a Heaven one must-have; shhlisten. Yahweh breathes; if Music can give me new eyes and lips, if it can flood death with Dawn, this is it. Here Yahweh Himself touches me; if a Song can string every tear into a harp, strumming silences with peace, speechless Peace…this is it… FOR Continue reading
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Habits & Armageddon
Don’t you just wish a day secured with daisies not nuke neighbors promising and delivering Armageddon-type Flings at each other and therefore us all; everyone saying, “Oh the beginning of 3rd World Whirrr,” casually almost, via steel teeth biting off more than can be chewed… you just want a cortisol/ panic hormone free day please, Continue reading
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till its not too late
After the panic and scramble, a nation sits down to grieve a Flight that fell from the skies this week. No survivors except one man who made it out, he doesn’t know how but he did. His eyes keep looking to the sky. Superman one Newsline calls him. And what do we say to the Continue reading
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Mayhem in June?
Honour Yesterday, the news was not good; we had a city stampede…! Our mega cricket event this week ended with 11 deaths, from celebrity induced mobs; a collapsed drain…injuries. 2025 has been a rogue year this far, with Messrs.Corona rearing ugly head, plane crashes, fires, floods, wars, rumors. Out in a walk, we saw a Continue reading
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Per- severe *
FMF Writers :* if we’re not socio-paths, we are shy, or bored, or somethings else. I cannot read your mind, often my own avoids me. Like she hides in shelves and waits till others leave, before clearing her throat or humming to get my attention. The toughest errand for my head is perseverance but am Continue reading
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Extra miles!
Our son Yona is a young dude today, a head turner. Charmer. Go out with him you get the best seats, view, the warmest cheer, not because he’s blind, but because he knows exactly how to communicate wirh folks, either in words, or in quiet grace. He is honest but tender. Weak eyes can hear Continue reading
