Should Christ followers worry about generational and other types of curses?


The Bible says, “If God be for us, who can be against us?…Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God’s elect? It is God who justifies …Who is he that condemns?” (Rom.8:31, 33-34). He has justified and cleansed us through the blood of His Son having redeemed us from the curse of the law. We are not condemned by it. No weapon can touch the saint that puts his trust in God. Curses that are spoken cannot affect a Believer. Certainly what we see and hear can affect us if we allow it to. Your reaction to these words will make the difference. If you do not accept ill words, or give importance or merit to them they will not plague your mind to affect you. Our warfare begins in the mind. We should Believe God before we believe anyone who speaks contrary. It is God that allows the trials and the testing of our faith, not some outworking of a curse or demonic presence from our lineage.
For those who think there are curses passed on from each generation, Scripture states those who are in Christ have been delivered from all the power of darkness and the wicked one cannot touch them (Col. 1:12; 1 John 5:18). No curse can go through the cross of Christ and have dominion over those who are in Christ. We are not under a curse once we have come through the cross. Every spiritual blessing is for us who are in Christ Jesus (Eph. 1:3). Anyone that insists they are cursed needs to know who they are in Christ, and maybe who Christ is as well. “We have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but the Spirit of adoption, where we cry, Abba, Father!” (Rom.8:15).
These type of deliverance ministries are not bringing a stop to curses but perpetuating them. Those who impose the law and its consequences upon believers deny the power of the gospel to set them free by grace. Deliverance teachers of “generational curses” teach that Satan and his demons continue to create problems for Christians because of ones ancestors. More accurately, curses may demonically inspire fear. The church does not need to accept this; this only meant to deceive the ungrounded Christian. This teaching on curses is bringing people back into bondage and fear! We as believers “have not received a spirit of fear but power, love and a sound mind.”
Well in conclusion let us answer the question: Should Christ followers worry about generational and other types of curses?

The answer is no! However, it does not mean one should sit back and not pray against it. No it is a constant battle. Which is why when Paul was talking about the armour of God, he has an entire verse dedicate to praying without ceasing. Why? Cause it’s part of your armour!!!
So pick up your armour, put it on and fight the good fight all you good Christ following people!

In 2010, my family had the privilege of adopting a really sweet-natured, beautiful and faithful four-legged friend. She was just about six- or seven-years-old (about 42–49 years in human terms) when my family decided to give her home. It will be five years in July, this year, since she made herself at home with us. She has become an inseparable part of my family and has won a place not only in our hearts, but also keeps bagging the affections of all who meet her. There’s so much we have learnt from her and she never ceases to be an inspiration to those who know her story. Abandoned, beaten, burnt, tortured and starved, yet so sweet natured, she truly is an example of resilience and forgiveness. The details of who did all of this to her or where she came from are still a huge mystery. I don’t know where she is from, to me she was a gift under a tree in July waiting to find her home in my family; all I have is a newspaper report on how she was abandoned near Inorbit Mall, Malad, along with information from people who have rescued her and taken care of her.

You can view the report here:
After the rescue, she was granted a second chance at life, about which I am privileged to share with you in the lines that follow.

When we met Sally

On finding Sally (we changed her name afterward), who was bound to a tree on a short lease and unable to even sit, a passer-by Varun contacted Ruqsana (animal lover and rescuer), who also rushed to the scene with a few friends. The poor thing, all skin and bone, was in a terrible state after being abandoned in heavy rains for more than a day on June 24, 2010. She was rushed to a government hospital, which at first refused to keep her, as pedigreed dogs are not allowed at these hospitals (very obscure law especially since she was abandoned and didn’t have an owner). A few good-hearted souls took pity on her and secretly kept her in a ward where she was out of sight. Even with the weakness, sickness and pain, this resilient pooch kept her calm. She even licked a cat when she came across it in hospital (now that she’s back in form, she doesn’t mind frightening cats out of their wits and chasing them down the alley).

Searching shelter

Ruqsana and a few of her friends searched every corner of the city to find a kennel that would serve as shelter for this fur ball, who was in a pitiful state. She gathered together a few numbers and among them was a lady named Meenakshi. Instincts told Ruqsana that she was the perfect one to take care of Sally. So Meenakshi it was! Meenakshi, God bless her soul, actually cut her holiday trip on hearing about Sally and came back to look after her.

‘Can our home be hers?’

The 26th of June, 2010, a quiet Saturday morning (quiet mainly as I was asleep), my mom jolts me out of dreamland and waves a newspaper right in front of my nose (she had just read the report by Alka Shukla in the Mumbai Mirror as given in the link above). She tried to shake me out of my slumber as she gasped, “Rita quick look at this, I think Lisa (our dog which had passed away on April 10, 2010) is trying to tell us something.”
My head still dizzy from sleep, thought, “Lisa, what about her?” There at the mention of Lisa, I jumped out of bed and paid attention to what mom was saying. I read the article. Tears fell from my eyes, while on the other end mom was sobbing bitterly. She looked at me and asked, “Will we be able to give Sally a home?” I was shocked, just a few weeks ago, I told mom that I really felt empty without Lisa (I actually said I needed her more than I needed anyone else). So after being chided by mom about how we shouldn’t even think of another pet because the loss of Lisa was unbearable, my first reaction was – “Mom are you kidding?”
However, I know now that the loss of a pet can be dealt with better, when you take on another pet. I would totally recommend adopting abandoned dogs and strays.

Finding Sally

All I had to begin with was a news report. It had Varun’s email at the end of it. I emailed him along with a short introduction on my family and Lisa along with her photographs. Then I restlessly waited a day. I was very hyper checking my email every five minutes from my phone, laptop, PC and whatever device available. I went to church the next day and came back home, to my dismay no reply. “That’s it!” I thought. I scolded myself and mumbled under breath, “Why do I just sit and wait when I know people who could get me in touch with Alka, the reporter?”

So there I was, I dialled a journalist friend, who worked for the Mirror then, and asked her, “Can you please help me get Alka’s number?” And there I finally got her number. My excitement just increased exponentially by the minute, as I dialled the number. Much prayer was being offered up by mom and me.

So I dialled Ruqsana, but alas her cell phone was switched off. I felt like my world was crumbling. Then I pulled myself together remembering the prayer I lifted to God, and said, “Okay God, fine this is it. I am going to message this number and if I don’t get a reply, I will just leave this pursuit and never ever think of a pet again. ”

The message sat undelivered the whole afternoon. I tried occupying my mind with other things. Suddenly, a reply came in. I quickly dialled the number and got in touch with Ruqsana and told her about my intentions. She then passed me on to Meenakshi. I spoke to Meenakshi. She said, “There are many people who want to adopt her. We call her Milli now. You may come and see her, but we don’t assure you that you will have her.”

Meeting Milli (no more Sally)

There I was thrilled that I got an appointment to meet Milli, who survived all odds – torture, beating, burns, bad stomach, starvation, pneumonia, broken teeth, cuts and more. I got my whole household in a tizzy, jumping about saying, “Get ready we are going to meet Milli.”

With the address to Meenakshi’s home scribbled on an old piece of paper, armed with my mother, sister and thoughts of Milli, we caught a rickshaw and headed to visit her.

The moment I reached the floor of Meenakshi’s abode, she recognised me. Milli was there with her. There she was skin and bone, exhausted, and sick from the ordeal that had almost taken the life out of her. Even though she could hardly walk because of the pain she was in, she sat beside me and slowly crawled closer and closer, till her nose touched the sole of my feet. We had to be careful as one wrong move or touch would have been agony for her. She was drowsy, but couldn’t sleep as she was in too much pain. We all fell absolutely head-over-heels in love with Milli.

Meenakshi explained that they had to change her name to Milli, as it was the only name she responded to.

The decision

The day mom and I heard Meenakshi say that Milli was ours and that they wouldn’t give her to anyone else, was one of the happiest days of my life. We would meet Milli whenever possible and spend as much time with her. We literally saw Meenakshi bring her back to life to the naughty bundle of joy that she is today. Gifts started pouring in for this heroine of ours from all corners of the world. She posed with her hampers and these pictures were sent across to gracious donors (God bless them!!!) who made Milli nothing less than get excited and jump around. They say—like owner like dog.
Colleagues, friends, neighbours and acquaintances could make out there was a happy change on our faces. I felt excited like a bird let out of captivity after years every time anyone would ask about Milli.

And finally… She’s home

It was a very difficult decision for Meenakshi to make, as she grew very attached to Milli. She packed Milli’s bags, got into a taxi along with Milli and her son. After a pit stop at the vet for Milli’s first bath after being rescued, Milli was home!!!

A teary-eyed Meenakshi kissed Milli and said bye. Milli sat looking at our door for ten minutes and then got enticed by a red cricket ball (her favourite). No looking back, she was so comfortable in our home, as if it was hers for ages. She even started bossing poor Bruce, a Labrador belonging to my neighbour. Bruce had come to our home a few weeks earlier as his owner had to make a trip and couldn’t take him along. So we spent two days, trying to keep Bruce and Milli apart and also tried to not make one jealous of the other. Phew, what a task!!! However, we enjoyed it.

Learning affection

After all that she has been through, there were times when the trauma would flash back and Milli would be afraid all of a sudden, but amid this fear, she learnt to trust us. The first few months were about building trust. She needed to trust humans again. She also knew not how to express affection or recognise affection. Unlike other dogs, she did not lick and allow anyone to pet her for too long. However, after a few months she began to become like any other normal dog—showing love, affection and excitement. The first time she licked my hand was a sign that she was improving and felt more secure with us.

Did the chicken run away?

The second day Milli was at our house, my mom planned to make some baked chicken with special stuffing. My sister and I wait for ‘baked chicken’ days with as much enthusiasm as a lost traveller seeing an oasis in a hot desert. So there was the chicken marinating in the sink, stuffed with spices and veggies. Mom thought it was well out of reach for our sweet little puppy. My sister was fast asleep in the bedroom and mom thought it was the best time to go out shopping, while the chicken was marinating. Milli was asleep like an innocent little angel right next to my sister.

Once we were out the door, Milli probably started to get bored and went on a little house hunt. My sister suddenly woke up to a crunching sound. Then, her eyes saw blood spattered over the floor. This really kicked her out of the bed. There Milli was chewing on some bones from the raw piece of chicken. She was spread on my bed like a queen. The moment my sister screamed in shock Milli realised–Oops I did something wrong! She was disciplined with a slight tap on her nose. So this is when we realised, let the training begin!

She was not difficult to train and came already with some basic training. Now with just one word she knows when something is not permissible.

What I learnt from the experience

Milli, through her recovery and sweet nature, has taught me mainly the art of letting go and how to forgive. She has been an example of giving human beings a second chance. Another major thing I learnt, as I interacted with those who care for and have adopted, is that when you go for a pet you have to commit yourself to it and never leave it or give it up, because this truly breaks down an animal. The one thing above all is that I have learnt that adopting is far better than buying from a breeder. The reason is that the dog breeding industry is uncontrolled and only causes more and more potential for dogs being abandoned, and being sold to homes not conducive for pets. There is a need for a body to work towards animal rights, not an organised private body but a public one. Most dog breeders produce litter after litter of puppies. They do so without much care for the animals and sell them off to owners for a price without much check on the well being of the dog.

I have come across a lot of people who have wanted to adopt dogs over the years, but they always ask for puppies. The issue here is that puppies seldom get abandoned. It is only when they pass the one-year age line do owners realise their inability to take care of a canine or some heartless ones lose interest in their dogs. According to my years of experience with puppies and adult dogs alike, caring for a puppy and an adult dog is not much different. Note here however, every breed has its genuine characteristics that you may only figure out from someone who has owned a dog of that particular breed for at least five to seven years or more. So if an adult dog needs a home, by all means go and see the dog for yourself. If possible ask for a trial run of a day with the pooch. Sometimes getting home an adult dog is better, as it may already be trained and you won’t have to go through the ‘how-did-my-shoe-multiply-into-ten-pieces’ phase. On the other hand, if the dog is not of any particular breed, you will just have to give yourself time to understand and learn about your four-legged friend.

With Milli, it has been very much like having a puppy. Having this fur ball has been an absolute joyride. Every day is a new day and highly unpredictable. I come home from office to hear the most surprising, yet always cute and funny stories about Milli, besides being loved and welcomed home in much pomp.

For now, it’s cheers from Milli and family!


About Scriberita

A writer, blogger, poet, musician, and a lover of animals and life—these are not the only things that describe this Editor. She is also an avid reader, thinker, foodie, movie buff and storyteller. She has a lot to talk about and many interesting experiences to share with her childhood spent travelling continents and past job of crime journalist. Her motto in life is “no matter what, move forward, we’re on a journey, the destination is heaven.”


“You are in pain. It is okay to let go now. I will never forget you. You lived this life and survived so much before you came to me and while you were with me. Our mom left us and we had each other. You have been my true companion and in my loneliest hour, you held me. People say you were unnecessary and I should’ve given you up. I’m glad I never did. You were God-sent. When most people had no time to be there for me and ask me how I was doing. When all I needed was a hug and to cry on someone’s shoulder. I had no one but you to reach out to. Everyone else just made empty talk saying we know you are strong and no one showed up at my door cause they feared being around a grief-stricken person. They did not know how I was breaking inside and how my grief could’ve made me insane if it wasn’t for you. In my time of grief, it was only you who made it easier. So many even forgot that I was grieving and made it harder for me. You caused me to wake up and get out of bed everyday cause I had to care for you. When depression almost got a hold of me, you came and licked my face. I will always love you. You will always be the best dog there ever was in my life. Thank you for everything. I know this is not good bye but I will see you later. I know you are faithful to me and do not want to let go. Unlike everyone else you want to hang on to life for me. My dear lil one, you don’t have to worry, I am stronger now. Sleep well, and go if you have to. I will catch up with you when God calls me home too. I will meet you again. Now sleep well and leave if you must. I will see you again. Good night sweet dreams. We part for a little while, but one morning I will hold you again. I know that, because my Lord is love and He understands. When you get a chance to meet Mom tell her I love her, miss her and will see her again too.”
… I told her all I could, cos I did not know when her time would be up. Then I sang her a song and fell asleep by her side, she peacefully breathed her last in my arms. It’s been a year but I still miss her.
Forever grateful to God for her. Thank You Jesus for such beautiful creatures. Love you always!


Kick out positive thinking and self-help; there’s only one Lord and that’s not you.

Just my thoughts and prayer for today!

There is no such thing as positive and negative thinking there is only true or false thinking. Beware of Satan’s lies to believe that you have power within yourself to create positive outcomes. Stay away from people who say they stay away from negativity. Staying away or brushing things under the carpet is akin to living a lie.

You do not have the power to create. Your words do not have the power to create. Only the Lord Almighty could say, “Let there be.” And there was.

You are not a mini god. You are to crucify your ‘self’ and worship Jesus as your only Lord. You cannot do one thing in your life without Him. He is to be your all in all.. Your Alpha and Omega. Your end all and be all of life. Any one preaching any self image and positive teachings to you are giving you another gospel, another Jesus and another spirit. Dust them off…

Faith in the Lord (and not in visualizing how things should be or in your self) is true faith. Any other faith, rather than faith in the Lord is sorcery.

Awake you sleepers and stop letting entertainers and professional performers and speakers tickle your ears . Listen to the hard truth. Follow the hard truth even if you stick out like a sore thumb. I rather be a sore thumb than Jesus tell me, “I knew you not.”

You are not here to make your riches or be found in any hall of fame. You are here to be a light to the World not your own light but a reflection of Jesus’ light, an ambassador and not a king, a servant and not with title, not to have ministries in your name but to make the name of Jesus shine.

Shine Jesus shine. You alone be glorified my Lord. Forgive me and your followers today for getting wrapped up in the sweet deceit and false doctrines of the world. Help us rise up and be on our knees interceding and preparing for Your coming, not by the cares of this life. Help us to lose our’selves’ and magnify You. Oh King of Kings and Lord of Lords, help us become more and more worthy to come before you. Keep us in You that we may not be lost in the world. We are your sheep keep us oh our ultimate and sovereign Shepherd! Help us spread Your message and have Your cause ever before us. Lord you are our God and let there be no idols in our life. I pray for revelation, the lack of which is causing your people to be lost. I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen!

Writers’ block? No. Writers’ blank page.


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**** This may not make sense to you. Treat it as abstract or rubbish it as garble, be my guest. Show me love, hate or just say what you like in the comments, I really look forward to those****

I recall the many blank pages I have tried to make my mark on this year. There have just been too many. Why is it so difficult for me to pen down anything? After all, a writer’s got to write! Come on scriberita! Well I can and have been writing, but only if it has reached that point where I have no choice but I have to (for work). So here this is me, trying to break the trend of blank pages.

I would like to thank Rachel, an amazing person who I am privileged to call friend. She lovingly prodded me on to this point where I have finally been able to type this. So Rach, thank God for you. This one is dedicated to Jesus, Rach and blank pages. Thanks for teaching me grace, giving me time and letting me be. I have come to realize I am not the only one (among writers) that faces this problem of blank pages. Many high and low for remedies, inspiration, reasons, etc. For me, however, these blank pages have taught me something.

The blank pages remind me that I am more than just a writer,

The blank pages mean a time of rest to recover, to think, to wait,

The blank pages indicate surrender, that I am holding back,

The blank pages have taught me silence is good, to heal my heart,

The blank pages indicate lost time, opportunity and teach me to not let others pass me by

The blank pages, I want to give them to God, so He can scribble on them, doodles maybe, or paint pretty pictures and write love songs to me, 🙂

The blank pages, some I can recover and some I have even forgotten about, beckon me to write again,

The blank pages piled, mean time’s up, go write your heart out,

The blank pages gave opportunity to my close few to prove they love me even though I have not accomplished much in these many weeks.

However, enough blank pages! Life is too short, may you and I and all around not have anymore blank pages, or wasted time and rise up to fill life; to live it bold and strong. May nothing cause you to hold back and let your pages be blank (metaphorically and literally). Thank you all who have been gracious to me in this time of blank pages. Now, is the time to rise above, to fill, to catch up, to share. No more being afraid to let the world know about what I feel, to express in words that will be recorded in black and white. I’m back. Different, but still what I was made to be, me, not just a writer, a human who needed some time to grieve. Who lost and loved, and loved and lost and continually finds all I need to find in Jesus. Here I stand stripped of everything I thought I was, to know who I really am. Now when I write, I write stronger. Now when I feel, I shall feel deeply. Now when I dance, I dance bigger. Now when I sing, I sing heartier. Why? Because, I am maturing. What hasn’t killed me, has made me stronger. I took time to stop and stare, to smell the roses. To feel the pain and deal with it; I didn’t numb it down. People feel the need to numb it down, as people around them do not let them feel. They have had to face the problem of people walking away because they couldn’t take the time of sorrow in their lives. People say don’t cry, let it go, etc that only means suppress it you cry baby. If you have friends that let you cry for as long as you want, who let you express without accusing you of being negative, well you have found goldmine/s. I have some really awesome friends who get it. Thank the Lord for them. I learnt that feelings make us human, so feel!

The joy of the Lord is your strength indeed, but it has nothing to do with a smiling face and a laughing mouth. Joy can be evident in the strength you possess in the midst of a storm. Joy is trusting and knowing that no matter what, I will make it through Jesus. Jesus, my Lord, can make me walk on water above the raging waves or calm the storm with just one word, or even work out a new awesome way.

He did something new in me, He is doing something new in me. Here I am, the blank pages taught me joy.

Dear diary


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If I were to write a diary entry today, it would be something like this:

30 March 2015,

Dear diary,

Woke up this morning, everything felt different. I was not in my bed and there were no familiar sounds or disturbances. There was no one to answer the doorbell and I had to jump my self out of stupor and answer the door. I soon realise, the loss, the change, it kicks in. She is not there. I remind myself, take the dog for a walk, cook your own breakfast, feed the dog, get ready for work, it’s a day to wash your hair, uggh it’s Monday morning… Only relief is my sister has a holiday, so for once I can ask her to take the dog for a walk this early and sleep for half an hour more.

I sleep. It helps to forget for a while, and restart the day on a better note. I do not get up for the alarm. I get late. So, no time to ponder, no time for breakfast. That’s okay. Breakfast is no fun anyway, since I make it for myself and there’s no one to talk to.

I’ll head to work and eat my breakfast, there will be strangers around, but at least I won’t feel lonely. I sit in a rickshaw, call my favourite person in the world, just talk because I need to hear a voice. He sings me a song. Wow! the day gets a bit better. I reach office. The routine, breakfast, tea and my thoughts. I wonder since when is it okay for me to eat carbs. It kills to take a bite, because I remember how healthy my breakfast was when mom was around. Boiled eggs, a fresh fruit smoothie and mom talking about random things.

Then I write today, because I think it’s time to let it out. I read. I read about others grief and how they handle it. It gets me to think. Why did I stop writing? Maybe because I was afraid to feel and think. I can do this. I was made to write. I am a writer. I try. I wonder. I try again. Then I write. Begin with a little. Share that precious photograph. The one that speaks to you of strength. So, I share my heart, my grief. My hand trembles as I am about to hit publish. What will people think? They will think I’m whining. It will depress them. I save a draft. Then the thought hits me. I hear the Lord speak. He points out at the comfort I had found in others who dealt with grief. How their words resounded with love and encouragement. How they documented their healing process. How good it feels to know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. So, why not be a hope and light unto others?

I hit publish. It is okay for people to know I am not okay. I do not have to be strong on my own. I can depend on Jesus. I can glorify His name by being in pain and allowing others to see my healing process. Others can see His healing touch in my life. They have to see my sickness first. Did I do something wrong? Did I deserve this loss? The Lord reminds me of the blind man in the Book of John, Chapter 9:

1. Now as Jesus passed by, He saw a man who was blind from birth. And His disciples asked Him, saying, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but that the works of God should be revealed in him

It hurts! I have to trust Him. I sing to myself: Bless the Lord oh my soul!

I sang the song when we carried my mother’s body to the grave. It still comforts me. I still trust God. It is so hard. Then I come across this:

I had forgotten this quote that I shared in my July 5, 2006 journal entry. It held me up then and it holds me up now. It was written by Jim Chaffee, caregiver and husband to his wife, Janice, who died in February 2007 after a 3-year battle with multiple myeloma.
“So when my spirit screams “…where the hell are you, God?” my questioning void is filled with the companionship of the One who cried, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?” There is no formula here, people, no four easy steps to lead us into understanding grief, no purpose driven “ah-ha” to explain why all this is happening. Christ simply and passionately hikes up His robe, sits down next to me, pulls my tear-stained face into His chest, and He weeps…He weeps with me, He weeps for my wife, He weeps long, deep, body rattling sobs, with snot and tears dripping from His chin. He weeps. From the bowels of one who has felt forsaken, who has felt loss, who aches when I cry “This just isn’t fair!”, who truly feels my pain, He weeps. And in His tears, in that sacred space called sorrow, I know God is there.”   © Jim Chaffee

This excerpt is from the blog post by a dear lady named Dianne. Please read her heartfelt post at:

I skipped lunch only to find comfort that a friend had an interview close by. Someone to share lunch with. Yay! This day has some good bits. Had a lovely time. got back to write this post. I finally found my freedom to write again. Bless the Lord oh my soul and all that is within me bless His Holy Name!

Find the amazing song here:

Have a nice day, a nice week and a great year. Pressing onward, leaving the weight of yesterday, setting my eyes on that which lies at the end of this life on earth—a crown, Jesus and eternal life. Just a while, my journey will be done. Only the Father knows when. Jesus give me grace to get through.

To honour you


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Today, I will do something different. They say a picture can speak a thousand words. It has been 2.5 months since my mother went to be with Jesus. Words fail me, and I lack the ability to write much on this blog without tears streaming my eyes. I can’t cry much except when I write or when I am with people I am comfortable with. Since, I do most of my writing when I am in office, I avoid it as I am a private person. I surely do  not want anyone to see my tears, it is not something I can do. I am trying slowly to get back to writing again. However, for starters today I will just share a photograph that is close to my heart. It is me standing with my mom and sister on one of the darkest days of our lives. Along with it, I will share a poem I came across. The inspiration has come from I would like to credit her to helping me cry and let go some. Love and blessings to her and all of you that read this. I apologize for such a sombre post as this. Hugs and kisses. Szia.

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To Honor You

To honor you, I get up everyday and take a breath.

And start another day without you in it.

To honor you, I laugh and love with those who knew your smile

And the way your eyes twinkled with mischief and secret knowledge.

To honor you, I take the time to appreciate everyone I love,

I know now there is no guarantee of days or hours spent in their presence.

To honor you, I listen to music you would have liked,

And sing at the top of my lungs, with the windows rolled down.

To honor you, I take chances, say what I feel, hold nothing back,

Risk making a fool of myself, dance every dance.

You were my light, my heart, my gift of love, from the very highest source.

So everyday, I vow to make a difference, share a smile, live, laugh and love.

Now I live for us both, so all I do, I do to honor you.

-Connie F. Kiefer Byrd

Ode to my first best friend in the world

I miss you.

You were a part of me since I could remember.

A bond beyond any other.

We were a team.

Tears stream down gently, but my cries are silent.

Everyone expects grief from me.

But I can’t grieve.

Because I know you are better off.

I saw your agony, the pain, the torture.

Your eyes like a little lamb.

Sign the DNR,

My hands could never get near that piece of paper.

Doctor fight hard.

She has to come back.

She always won through Jesus, I thought

With long life, He said.

There the organs failed.

I still believed.

Prayed, cried… He heard.

But her cries were far louder than mine.

He heard her.

She has had enough.

Time to have this precious one in my arms.

Where no enemy can touch her.

No one can harm or betray her.

Come my innocent lamb, come home.

He called her.

She heard me cry.

She wondered which way to go.

She had many promises to keep,

Miles to go before the great sleep.

But had no strength to walk anymore.

So the Lord opened a new door.

Gave her wings like an angel to fly.

I’ll take care of my sheep, He told her.

Come to me my love… She went.

Leaving me here, to wonder.

Does she remember me?

Will she be waiting?

Or too busy in awe of heaven’s splendor

I hope it’s the latter.

She worried too much.

It was time for her to rest.

I take comfort that she is wholesome now.

People see me.

They look for signs.

No sign of grief? How can she smile.

I still smile wider.

Cos I realize a victory was won.

She lives eternally.

Indeed God’s promise true.

Death where is your sting?

Grave where is your victory?

She’s out of your reach!

Yay! I smile with tears filling my heart.

Lessons from an ICU waiting room

In an ICU waiting room, I learnt so much:
A) When doctors give up, the Lord is still at work.
B) Doctors also submit to God and have no control over outcomes.
C) When someone loses a loved one, it is hard to comfort them with words. So, don’t use any. The warmth of your presence and your sincere offer to help works wonders.
D) Waiting is hard, but it’s worth it most times.
E) Jesus Christ is the hope if glory. If you have this hope in you, you can give others hope too.
F) When sleep doesn’t come easy and you’re missing home, just read a book… It calms you down and let’s exhaustion do it’s trick.
G) Mornings are more beautiful when you’re surrounded by people that wish you a warm good morning and smile. So, pick a place among happy people.

Though it’s hard, hold on to the Word of God, because after every night there is a dawn.
Keep a keen ear to hear God’s voice. He gave me this word and has been faithful to keep it:
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope (Jer 29:11).”
Trust Jesus, He is worthy of your trust and so much more.

Fighting hope


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Startling news,

Changing views,

Cancer threat,

Hastened breath,

Altered life,

Struggling strife,

Yet hope,

Still scope!

Body tired,

Spirit fired,

Soldier fighting,

Jesus reviving,

New story,

Father’s glory,

Rest assured,

I’m restored!

Some leave,

Friends cleave,

Heart thankful,

God graceful,

Companions filtered,

Buddies metered,

Faithful remain,

I gain!

Phew! Thank God I made it to 30!


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God has a plan

On occasion of me making it to the landmark 30th year of my life. Three decades gone by, truly thanks to the Lord’s wonderful grace. I am not sad about being older. Truly I am not. Some people I know have not even made it to 30. Some of my near and dear ones have not lived to see 2014. I love and miss them today. I thanked God for sending such wonderful people into my life. Yes they may be no more a part of my life but at least once in my life and for a certain span of time I came across them. I thought I would list out all the wonderful things that ever happened in my life and the great lessons I have learnt. So here goes:
> The first and one of the best gifts I ever got in my life was and is the best mom in the world. She is the first person I ever met and is my first and bestest friend in the whole wide world. Thank you God for her. I know with long life and joy you will satisfy her and show her your salvation.
> I had the best grandparents in the world. They mostly never agreed with my parents but they never ceased to love me silly. They even spoilt me and kept my naughty secrets. I truly miss having them in my life.
> I learnt at a very young age on how to adapt to new environments and to make friends easily with any and every one thanks to my almost nomad-like life in my childhood and early teens.
> I learnt that every culture and country has its pros and cons, and that I had to make do with the pros and work through the cons.
> Holding on to cultural biases and having a stereotypical view of a particular clan or sect of people always closes your mind; you may even lose an opportunity to have a really great friend. Plus, Jesus has commanded us to love people, especially the ones that are hard to love (including cannibals).
> Some friendships are not meant to last till death do you part. People grow bored, fight, have differences, and there may be a time to move on. Then there are those friends that never let go and you never let go off. Hold on to those gems! I am blessed with more than one such gem. Thank You Jesus. Bless them!
> I lost to death and accidents (some even mistakes and misunderstandings) really great friends. I learnt that you must not let one day go by without the people you love knowing that you love them. You may not get a second chance. Do not let the sun go down on your anger. Unsaid words and broken promises can kill a person.
> Working at having the least number of enemies and maintaining peace with as many as you can is the best way to go. It is better to lose an argument than to lose a person.
> People add more value to your life than money. They also can destroy your life worse than the lack of money. So be wise and careful at people management.
> I prayed with all my heart and with persistence as an innocent child for a sister I could play Barbie with. I got exactly what I wanted–a sister. Even though the doctors said it would be a boy… I knew God answered my prayer, before I even knew there actually was God.
> When I was an anti-religionist, almost atheist who sort of believed in some super power, even then the Lord Jesus healed me of Asthma at the age of 14. It never came back! All glory to Him. Jesus heals everyone and anyone. Even you that do not know Him. There is no disease above Him.
> The best thing that ever happened to me and answered most of the doubts in my mind, healed my broken soul, took me out of the kingdom of darkness, opened my spiritually blind eyes to see I was on the road to the worst hell of an abyss, showed me true love and made me whole with a purpose of living was finding Jesus Christ. He just swooped in and enveloped me with love one fine day in 2001 (Nov or Dec).
> I know this for fact that Jesus is the only Truth, the Way and the Life.
> I have also learnt to let go of things that I want or think I need, surrendering fully to God and resting on Him to work out His will for my life. I know I won’t ever regret it.
> No matter how hard it has been, the Lord always came through for me. Especially in the times when I thought it was the end of the road, He made a new way.
> Those who trust in the Lord Jesus will never be put to shame, they are ever radiant. They lack no good thing and their children never beg for bread.
> I may not be someone great or be the daughter of someone famous, just as Joshua was the son of Nun, I am capable of doing great and valiant things for the Lord.
> My status and promotion doesn’t come from my job or from any person, it comes from the Lord.
> People run after medals, merits and certificates, in the end all that matters is the people who remember you and what they remember you for. Work hard at leaving a legacy behind for your children and the people around you.
> The whole world will forsake you, but the Lord will never forsake you.
> Even though with your eyes you see hurricanes, storms, tornadoes and disasters, remember the Lord is still King over the storm and is in control. Trust Him no matter what it looks like, walk by faith and not by sight.
> If you do not let go of certain people who may be polluting your life or create much white noise and clutter in your life, you are only hindering yourself from being able to have the best life the Lord wants you to lead. Be sensitive to God and let Him take away those relationships that are not meant for you.

I do not know what God has ahead for me. I only have a few hints that He has given me. I look forward to my future in Him and I urge everyone to look forward to what  for He has promised:

Jer 29-11 beachLastly, Jesus has come to give us life and life in abundance or Zoey like it is in Hebrew, a zestful life… So look forward leaving behind the weight of the past. Happy 30th to me in advance and I know that I will experience the goodness of God in the land of the living. LIVE LIFE FOLKS!