Philosophy Of Life, The christian life

Clothes For My Pimples

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Treat it for what it is. A minute real estate on your face with very little resale value for the next few weeks.

Why do we wear clothes?

Go ahead and google it. It’s amusing to see how the web manages to give relevant answers to questions like these.

We wear clothes for protection, for decoration and mostly to keep what’s private, private.

When Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit. they lost the glory of God that clothed them and they clothed themselves with leaves.

I sometimes wish I had clothes for other stuff. Like pimples and scars.

My skin has a thing for pimples. Despite my mother’s incessant instructions not to pop them, I still do it. And because of this habit I had trouble walking with my head held up high when I was in school. People sometimes don’t see how much pimples can affect someone. It was torture for me. My face used to shrink to the size of a small spot. Metaphorically, of course.

Here I was, a teenage kid with a lot of potential. I had everything going for me. I mean, I did struggle a bit during high school with academics (regardless of which I ended up at my dream university) but other than that, I was doing great. I loved meeting people and having a good conversation. The only thing that kept me from enjoying every single minute of my day most days was the number of pimples on my face. That’s sad.

You do get better at living with your pimples. It gets easier. But I didn’t want to live with them. If I was not responsible for them and they were going to be a part of my life regardless, I could not afford to let them be even the slightest of my worries.

I learnt, though at a very slow pace, that nobody actually cared about my pimples. At least not as much as I thought they did. I also learnt that sometimes not every part of who you are will serve your confidence and that you have to choose what to focus on.

Me being a born-again Christian, realised that it is in God that my value is found. It is his glory that now clothed me and made me who I was. That realisation helped me a lot.

You, dear reader, have to realise that I am talking about a problem that is nothing compared to the millions of problems that are out there. But it definitely is one. Which is why I thought I should talk about how hurtful it could be when you stare at somebody’s pimple or even point it out in public. Even when it seems like it’s no big deal.

Before I go, to all my friends with pimples: Really, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry too much. Treat it for what it is. A minute real estate on your face with very little resale value for the next few weeks. If you really want to make a mountain out of it, call them volcanoes of purity or call yourself pompously pimplified. I hope that was not gross.

Anyway, if you’ve actually read till here, you deserve an award. Please claim my respect by saying a hi in the comments. Joking. You don’t have to do that. I love you all nevertheless.

Have a blast just existing!

Philosophy Of Life

Witnessing Rain

This is a small piece of pure spontaneity. There’s no rhyme, no alliteration. It’s just a couple of verses that came out when I was chilling at the balcony, watching the rain. Things like this resonate with me more than the poems with rhymes and refrains. What about you?

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It’s raining outside. In phases.

Fast? Slow? It’s a rhythm I can’t tap to.

It smells nice. Like gentle familiar novelty.

Smell with my eyes. I smell colour.

Like colour on a fresh painting.

It’s preaching into the air.

It sounds like love.

If there is silence in between, that’s all I feel.

My arms are feeling the drops that I only see.

I’m under construction, a puzzle.

Oh, Lord, your creation is in awe of itself.

Hope you enjoyed this. Thank you so much for reading and have a blast just existing!

Philosophy Of Life

The Right Shoes

I’m an Indian kid doing his undergraduate course in English Literature. Most people don’t know this but in India, the number of kids trying to get into Medicine and Engineering is insanely high. The competition is so high, there are literally lakhs of unemployed engineers. It is in the midst of all this that I decided to study English. When I tell people that I am studying English at college, they are mostly extremely unimpressed. And I can’t blame them, IITs and Medical Colleges rule India. I mean it does hurt sometimes. I mean, I did get into one of the best universities in India and I love what I do. I love it so much that I would rather be at college than enjoy a holiday. I would never be at such a great place in life if I had done what everyone else was doing. A lot of people go through life doing what they don’t love. Instead of their work life nourishing their personal life, it sabotages it.

A few days ago, I made a small track and wrote a small poem (though it’s not a proper poem) to articulate how hard it is to go out and ‘do your own thing’. I hope you enjoy it.

Th track is called ‘Leg-Shoe’ and I’ll share the Instagram link to the track here. You can also listen to it at my YouTube channel at Stef Guitar Geek but there’s something wrong with audio at some parts.

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Something I made ft. another weird drawing. It's kinda long and I couldn't fit it all into a single video. It's about learning to make a career with the things you love and care about. Which is what all of us want to do and what God made us to do. But at the same time, your work has to feed your personal life, not starve it. Your relationships have to remain intact. Here's a small poem ( if you can call this that) about it: I feel burnt out. Utterly inexistent My legs have grown out of the shoes that i have come to love  I find myself locked into a room full of old worn out shoes And I must choose. For the world is not for a man with no shoes. But I can't. They stink and they are revolting to the eye. They are torn, bleeding leather, but  they are warm They are warm because they are worn. Everyone wears them. They wear 'em till they die. Some never even take 'em off. They go to bed in them. They bathe in them, some even make love while still in them They are definitely not for me. My toes want to feel a virgin pair. So they can in time rest in a pair of their own. A pair that has formed onto the shape of my feet. Not in worn out shoes they can't even feel. But I am locked in. The keys do not even exist. I do not know how to pick a lock that isn't there. So I examine the worn out shoes. They are introduced in pairs, yet are undeniably incongruous. But I persist. I put aside my pernicious eyes of judgement and peek into the intricacies of creation I see where the needle cut into the leather. I look at the lines and curves. I search for marks made by time but seldom come across one But I come across in plenty , marks made by man. Marks made in his haste to conquer, but sometimes because he lacked succour. For years I've been dragging my shoeless feet, leading my eyes onto more worn out shoes. My mission is to make my own worn out pair, a pair that Iooks like my feet. I pick up the pieces of leather falling off the shelves, I bring them together with the threads that survived. I sew them over my feet. In doing so, I feel a prick or two but never in the same place. Like the men with the worn out shoes whose toes feel pain again and again.

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Here’s the poem. I don’t have a title yet. So feel free to suggest one. 🙂

I feel burnt out. Utterly inexistent

My legs have grown out of the shoes that i have come to love

 I find myself locked into a room full of old worn out shoes

And I must choose. For the world is not for a man with no shoes.

But I can’t. They stink and they are revolting to the eye.

They are torn, bleeding leather, but  they are warm

They are warm because they are worn.

Everyone wears them. They wear ’em till they die. 

Some never even take ’em off. 

They go to bed in them. They bathe in them, some even make love while still in them

They are definitely not for me. My toes want to feel a virgin pair.

So they can in time rest in a pair of their own.

A pair that has formed into the shape of my feet.

Not in worn out shoes they can’t even feel.

But I am locked in. The keys do not even exist.

I do not know how to pick a lock that isn’t there. 

So I examine the worn out shoes.

They are introduced in pairs, yet were undeniably incongruous.

But I persist. I put aside my pernicious eyes of judgement and peek into the intricacies of creation

I see where the needle cut into the leather. I look at the lines and curves.

I search for marks made by time but seldom come across one

But I come across in plenty , marks made by man. 

Marks made in his haste to conquer, but sometimes because he lacked succour.

For years I’ve been dragging my shoeless feet, leading my eyes onto more worn out footwear.

My mission is to make my own worn out pair, a pair that Iooks like my feet.

I pick up the pieces of leather falling off the shelves, I bring them together with the threads that survived. 

I sew them over my feet. Sometimes, I feel a prick or two but never in the same place.

Like the men with the worn out shoes whose toes feel pain again and again.

I really hope this inspires you and encourages you to go out there and do what you love to do. God has a plan for all of us. So be brave!

And as always, have a blast just existing!

Life in itself, Philosophy Of Life

True Love

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It stays there, lingering in your heart like a mellifluous note of tranquility. Its sonorous echo hits against the walls of your heart and asks to be let out and be shared. It’s a love that’s pure. It’s not limerence or lust. It is an iridescent truth. It is a love that makes you want to find the meaning in life, it is the love that makes you want to love God.

I look around as I move like a somnambulist through time. The love in me brings tears to my eyes as I see how true love is caged by the pride of man. They fall on the open grounds of my heart, the very foundations of what is true and they let out a petrichor that is a stink at the same time. It brings fragrance to the value in the true but cuts against the walls of my heart with its stark contrast to what is beautiful.

Look into the heart of a child. Look to the strings stretched across the heart of a young soul. So innocent, unpolluted by the world. Listen to the song that comes out and treasure it in a transparent box with little space. Let not anything pollute it, but let everything behold its beauty.

Man, look at how God has painted love with ethereal colors. Look at how it glows in peace and how it dances in true forgiveness. Don’t complicate it, don’t mock it. Look through the eyes of the creator on a suffering world.

Oh, only if we would understand true love!

God help us, come to us and let true love flow through us…………

challenge

3 Day Quote Challenge! Day 1

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Hi, guys!! It’s so good to see your beautiful faces! This post is a milestone for this blog and for the entire 4D family of followers and friends. This is my first 3 Day Quote Challenge on this blog. Let’s get right into it 🙂

First of all let me explain the rules.

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote each day, for 3 consecutive days and say why it appeals to you.
  3. Nominate 3 different bloggers each day! 🙂

I would love to thank 4 amazing people who nominated me for this challenge.

  1. Grief to life – https://grieftolife.com/
  2. Sunshine – https://kerri-elizabeth.com/
  3. Living What You Love – https://rominascorner.wordpress.com/
  4. Stuart L. Tutt – https://stubaby777.wordpress.com/

Do go check out their blogs. They are amazing bloggers and even more amazing people. I am always humbled by every comment, every nomination and every like you give. Thank you guys, for making this possible. God bless you!

I was given four nominations. Though I would have loved to take each one and do them separately, time would not allow me. So, I decided to bring them all together and do one challenge. 🙂

Here’s to an exciting 3 days!

Since this is my first time doing this, I wanted it to be something special, something different. These 3 days are going to be a window to my earlier posts. For the next three days, each day, I am going to summarise one old post of mine into a small original quote. I hope you like it. I will also leave a link to the post in the end if you want to get the bigger picture.

Here’s the first quote!

 

So often life can be like a white blank room with only you and your shadow. But that shadow will tell you that somewhere in the blankness of life, there is a light shining.

 

This is from my post, ‘the diary entry in the cupboard’. It was a tribute to my lovely grandfather, who is a great inspiration to me, even though he is no longer here.

You can read the post here :

https://thefourthdimensionoflife.wordpress.com/2017/06/03/the-diary-entry-in-the-cupboard/

 

Why this quote means a lot to me:

It is a simple logic that passes through my mind when life gets tough. Whenever I’ve fallen down, God has always told me that the night is always the darkest before the dawn. This is a picture I like to think of when life gets tough. I hope it uplifts you in some way.

 

My nominees for today!

  1. Marisa Donnelly : https://marisadonnelly.com/
  2. Life is short, I believe in making the most of it : https://totalbradnessblog.wordpress.com/
  3. Alethea’s Mind : https://aletheasmind.wordpress.com/

 

Have a great day guys! God bless! 🙂

 

Life in itself, Philosophy Of Life

Nostalgia

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Books are like machines. Your hands are like oil to its cogs, keeping them alive and working in your mind. – Stefan 🙂

The paint brush shakes in my hand as I try to make a delicate stroke. I hear the alarm, it’s 6.00 a.m. I flinch, the paint at the end of my brush seems to explode and fall onto the paper below me. The sun seems to peep over the horizon, it’s rays changing the colour of the unfinished piece of art. I smile. Another night. It’s not like I’ve always loved working in the peace of the night, but as of late, I’ve been enjoying one specific part, always watching the sunrise and never missing it.

I sigh, put my head back and close my eyes, sinking into my chair, just enjoying the moment. I open them and look at the slow swish of the blades of the fan, cutting the deep yellow rays of the morning sun. I sit up and look around on my desk. It’s a mess. My eyes drift to the stack of books on my desk.

I feel sad.

From when I was a child, books have been my friends. Being shy, I never had many friends and so, I always had a lot of time on my hands. With no TV to stare at and no video games in my reach, I would turn to books, with an excitement that is amazing, even to think about.

As time passed, I found more and more things to occupy my time with. A 30 year old guitar lying around the house was a turning point in my life. I took it in my hands, and I could feel it, the indefinite potential and the promise of great joy. So I spent every minute I had with it. My dislike for musical notations and my desperation to learn, somehow taught me to learn the guitar without them and I embarked on a new journey, but in taking that turn, I forgot all about books, I forgot about the wave of energy and excitement that flooded me when I saw a new book. The sound of music somehow replaced it, but it never completely filled it, because the excitement was different, the experiences unique on their own accord.

Time passed and I started exploring my childhood love to draw and paint. My endeavors on the blank paper took the time that my musical explorations left behind. Again, my books were left behind, and they mournfully looked on from the shelf, where dust settled on them as the clock ticked on, increasing my guilt. But I ignored it, justifying it as the unavoidable result of my development into an all-rounder, something I’ve always worked towards.

Time passed on…………

Then came into my life a new challenge. Long gone were the days when I could play music and live life easy and get an A on all my papers studying overnight. My backpack got heavier each year and the assignments piled up, taking what little vestige of time I had left.

The dust settled inching it’s way into another millimeter every year, camouflaging my once beloved friends, blending them with the furniture and what else there was that never moved.

Now here I am. School’s over and my guitar sits in it’s case. My paint sits safe in the back of my drawer. They are still alive in my life however, adding perspective and colour to everything I do. But they don’t take up much of the clock. Not like they used to.

I wonder what I could do to use my time well………

I get up from my chair and move over to my books. I take one and wipe the dust from it’s cover.

Nostalgia! That must be how I can best describe it. A longing for a time past, an excitement that took me through at least five books a week.
I look at the book with love. I open it. Then I look at my bed. I should probably sleep. The book looks at me. It somehow seems to understand. ‘No Worries’ seems to hang out from it like a placard.
Not this time, I say. Not this time.
I sit down once again, this time with a book in my hand.

Have you ever felt like I did? Do you have a hobby you lost in time?

Like. Comment. Share. Be a part of the movement!
God bless! 😊

award

Liebster Award!

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Oh, my God! This is amazing! I’ve been nominated for my first blogger award- the Liebster Award. I just want to thank all of you guys for sharing the ride with me. This is also your success. I especially want to thank Rageshree, who you can find at https://fantasies55215920.wordpress.com/ for nominating me for this award. I am very humbled and grateful. Please make sure you check out her blog. Her blog is a mix of amazing posts about a vast array of topics. I’m sure you guys will like it.

 

The Rules:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
2. Share 11 facts about yourself.
3. Answer 11 questions the blogger gave you.
4. Nominate 11 bloggers, who deserve the award.
5. Create 11 original questions for the nominees to answer.
6. Let them know they’ve been nominated.

 

11 facts about myself:

1. I am a Christian. 🙂

2. I am a very shy person

3. I don’t have a TV!

4. I like dogs.

5. I play 3 instruments- guitar, piano and the mouth organ. But I know a little this and a little that about some other instruments as well.

6. My favourite hobby is just staring out the window in the morning and thinking.

7. My favourite homemade food is Appams and Chicken stew, a dish well known to South India. But when I go out for food, I love getting my hands on a plate of American Chop Suey.

8. I’ve always loved to recycle stuff. For example, I use magazines and stick their pages together to make tablecloths. 🙂

9. I love to write, sitting in the open, in the shade of a tree to be specific, though I am not always able to. 🙂

10. Most days, the only time I am not listening to music is when I am sleeping.

11. I love the colour blue! 🙂

 

My answers to Rageshree’s questions:

1. Which is you favorite book/movie and why?

My favourite book is the Bible. It brings God into my everyday life and adds colour and meaning to my perspective. I love animated movies( all of them) 🙂

2. If there is no internet connection in the house, what do you do for fun? [Don’t say: Try to connect the internet again or watch offline videos]

Haha 🙂 ! I would most probably stare out the window and think. But I also love to read and do my workouts. ( I’ve been reading a lot lately! )

3. If you had the chance to fly to any one place in the entire world, where would it be and why?

Wow! That’s a hard question. Probably Venice. I love the art and architecture there, not to mention the beautiful canals. Passing under a bridge many times in a row is something I’ve always wanted to do! lol! 🙂

4.Which is your favorite food item? In which country did it originate?

If it’s at home with my family, I love palappams and chicken stew,  a food known to South India. If I’m eating outside I’d probably go for an American Chop Suey.

5. If you had the chance to interview only one celebrity/world leader in this world, who would it be?

That’s a good question, but the list is so long for me. Billy Graham, probably.

6. If you weren’t allowed to pet dogs, cats, birds or fishes, which animal would you pet?

Haha! An elephant or a monkey .

7. Who is your role model and why? [Apart from yourself]

As a Christian, I find my role model in Jesus. Apart from who he is and what he has done for me, what makes him a role model in my life is the way he loved everyone, especially those most people chose not to love.

8. If you had the chance to empower the LGBT community by saying just 2 sentences, what would you say?

As a Christian, I firmly believe the biblical view regarding this topic. I also believe God loves each and every one of us. Know that you are loved.

9. You are unique. What is that one thing that makes you different from others?

I believe what makes me unique is my many traits, most of which are usually regarded as that of an introvert, mixed with my really talkative, outgoing and straightforward character. I am often shy when you first meet me, but once we know each other, I can be the most talkative and crazy enthusiastic person you will ever meet in your life. 🙂

10. What is the first quality that you want/see in your boyfriend/girlfriend/life partner?

What I would like to see in a life partner would be loyalty, and a love for God and life, enthusiastic and optimistic about everything life throws her way.

11. If you could write a short letter to your younger-self, what would you write in particular?

Wow! Great question! It think it would go something like this:

Hey, bro! Calm down. It’s not as hard as you think. Life’s filled with a lot of turns for the better. God’s in control. And oh, spend a little time cleaning your cupboard. ( It’s a mess now. Would save me a lot of trouble) lol! :). Don’t worry, be happy!

 

My 11 questions:

1. If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or forward in time and why?

2. If you had a pet ant, what would you name it?

3. What inspires you to blog?

4. Who is God to you?

5. Do you have writer’s blocks now and then? Do you have any ideas to overcome it?

6. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

7. How would you describe love?

8. If you became a millionaire tomorrow, what would you buy first?

9. Who is the person you are most close to?

10. Which is your favourite song?

11. Do you play an instrument? If you don’t which one would you like to play?

 

My nominees:

I have a lot more nominees in my mind. Most of the people I’ve come across in this beautiful community are great bloggers. As I have to nominate 11 blogs, I have listed here the blogs that came to my mind first.

1.Quotes, Blogs and a Whole lot :- https://daradgamer.wordpress.com/

2.Boots and Bag:- https://bootsandbag.blog/

3.Jessy:- https://faithandbooks.com/

4.Removing the veil :- https://damarministries1991.wordpress.com/

5.The World From My Eyes :- https://theworldfrommyeyes430.wordpress.com/

6.Easy like Sunday Morning :- https://easylikesundaymorninginfo.wordpress.com/

7.Grief to Life :- https://grieftolife.com/

8.Living what you love :- https://rominascorner.wordpress.com/

9.Sunshine :- https://kerri-elizabeth.com/

10.Splendor in Smoke :- https://splendor-in-smoke.com/

11.John-Eli & friends :- https://john-eli.com/

 

Thank you guys for believing in me and reading my posts. It’s been great to know each and everyone of you!

Love and hugs,

Stefan 🙂

 

 

 

 

Life in itself, Philosophy Of Life, The christian life

Sea and Sand

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The wind whips through my hair combing it with cool air. The sand reaches and clings to my feet each time the water comes in. The water is cool to the ear, soft to look at and noisy to the touch. It is transparent in its beauty, but vast and without boundaries. Opaque to the eye, hiding what lies beneath the surface and where it ends. But take it in a glass and it becomes transparent.

That is how I explain the beach.

It’s a weird beauty I think. A strange juxtaposition of the fluidity of water and the solidity of the earth. They come together to create this great scenic beauty that we cannot describe in words. In this beauty we find solace, calm, even romance. We cherish the moments we spend by the sea. We love sitting there feeling the water, the sandy earth and the wind all at once. A strange yet beautiful mix.

You walk on the wet sand, your footprints leave a mark. You walk into the sea, you look back and I assure you, you will not see your footprints.

So different and yet the sand and the sea create such beauty!

I was thinking about this yesterday. I had just woken up to the sound of rain. The lightning, the water pelting on my window and the rolling thunder all forced me to remain in my bed, my eyes fixed on the window and think. It’s amazing how God has brought together all these different things to create the captivating natural beauty we see around us.

Another thought passed through my mind when I was thinking about this.

Isn’t this what our world is like?

We are all different, yet together we create such beauty.

The ‘difference’ among us adds to the beauty.

Today we see people parting ways because they are different. We see friends breaking up just because they are different. Today, we look for similar. We don’t try to find ‘different’. We don’t want ‘different’ because ‘different’ calls for effort, sacrifice and courage.

We want everything to just work out. We want relationships to just move on like a train on a straight, endless track. And it’s only normal that we should think this in an age where everything is made for comfort. But it’s not always ‘easy’ that creates value and beauty but ‘sacrifice’, ‘love’ and ‘courage’ when it comes to many things in life.

Yes, there are times when you need to part ways. But there are times when you can work things out. When you know there is hope. There are also times when you cannot part ways, like when it’s family. But when you emerge from it, in victory and in joy, you will see beauty. You will see the beauty that comes when sea meets sand.

Putting time into understanding each other is important. It just doesn’t come to you. You have to pick up the book, open it and learn. That is when the sea becomes like water in a glass- transparent. It is at the edge of the sea, where it meets the sand, that the sea is the most transparent. The more you stay together, the more you learn.

There are times when you have to part ways with people, but there are also times when you can work things out. We are all different. Understanding each other and learning to love and forgive and accept is what creates the best of friendships, the best of marriages.

God made us different. There’s a reason why.

 

I hope you guys got something from this post.

What do you think?

Comment. Share. Be a part of the movement!

God bless! 🙂

Life in itself

100 followers!

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Wow! I mean WOW!

Guys, I am so happy right now!

I just want to thank you all for making this possible for me. I never thought that I would reach where I am now when I started this blog. Not in an year’s time anyway! This is not just my achievement. This is also your achievement. You guys have inspired me through your blogs and have fuelled my passion for blogging in so many ways.

I thank God for you all! The fact that you guys take time out of your life to listen to this 17 year old’s version of life is something I’ll always be grateful to you for. Thank you so much for the encouragement, love and support you guys have shown me. I hope to add colour to your lives through my posts in the days to come.

I would love to share with you the most important thing I’ve learnt in my one year of blogging.

Connect with other people. Leave a comment. Be a part of their lives. Yes, it will increase your blog’s traffic, but more importantly, it will inspire you and teach you so many new things. You can build your own community! I’ve tried my best to connect with every person I see on my blog. Visit your readers’ blogs and be a part of their lives. Not only does it help you to understand your readers, it also connects you and what you write to the right people.

I hope you guys have a great day! Thank you for being a part of the 4D family, where we go beyond what we see!
Cheerio! And See you soon! 🙂

Philosophy Of Life, The christian life

Awakening

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It’s that one word we all hold at the back of our minds with some sort of strange respect. We like to connect it to some kind of internal revival. A spark, maybe.

But I find awakening to be much more. It is that moment when you start appreciating the beauty of who you are and who you are with, that moment when you become aware of reality and yet choose to be inspired by it.

Every morning, you look out the window and you see how the sleeping plants and animals come to life. How the leaves wake up and look up to heaven, glorifying God and how the flowers bloom into their surroundings, blooming into a funnel made from petals of colour, that seems to take in all the beauty and concentrate it into a unique beauty.

It’s amazing how light brings to the light, things yet unseen, how the rays of sun curve behind the clouds. giving it a golden lining. Every flower, every tree seems to be taking in it’s surroundings and uplifting it.

What is awakening for me?

It is that moment when I turn to God and I say, I am willing to do what I can, to take in what I have and lift it up. Awakening is awakened that moment when I decide to bring heavenly love and compassion into the things around me and the people round me. Into my everyday reality.

It is a call to reality, but then you view it differently. There is a touch of excitement to it somehow.

The dictionary says it means ‘waking from sleep’ or ‘the act of becoming aware’, a ‘coming into existence and awareness’. Well, all true. But the magic resides in how you view what you see when you finally become aware.

I believe the magic in the word is complete only when something amazing comes out from being aware.

The true awareness we need today is in how we are able to bring change into our lives. God wants us to live productive beautiful lives. He created beautiful beings. We are already aware to the harsh, turbulent roads of life. What we need to be aware of today, is not what is wrong, but what is right. We need to look up from the thorns and see the rose. We need to catch our heads from falling to the ground in frustration and turn it towards the heavens in hope. Only then you will be able to walk with your heads held high. Only then will you be able to see the faces of others. Only then will you be able to join hands in prayer for our nations, only then will we be able to stand strong together.

We need to ‘awaken’!

To sad reality?

No!

To potential change?

Double yes!!

I just want to encourage you today, to look around you. Things may not be all going right. You maybe asking God right now: Why?

But change and hope resides in reality only when you learn to see the right things, when you choose to be ‘aware’ of what you can change!

Awaken!

What does ‘awakening’ mean to you? Share. Comment. Be a part of the movement!