Random musings

Ten little fingers, ten little toes, Did you know that you are precious? Even as you drool and stink in your poopied diaper. Ten little fingers, ten little toes, Did you know that one day you would grow some more? Did you know you would be just as cute with a pimple on your nose? Ten little fingers, ten little toes, Did you know that one day you would be 'oh so big'? With your stylish cars and big bad jeeps. Ten little fingers, ten little toes, Did you know that you should smile a little brighter today? As God's sunbeam looks down at you the beautiful miracle, every single day.

Daniel has a new found hobby. When I'm nursing him or putting him to sleep on our bed, he will just roll and crawl to the edge of the bed. Sometimes, he throws things lying on the table to the floor and then peeps from the bed to see where it lands. Of late, he has been trying to lunge out of the bed. I always watch him to make sure he's safe. But today, he crawled with such speed, I barely had enough time to drag him by his feet and pull him inside. He was agitated, and cried and fussed, because he wanted to jump out of the bed. Little does he know, that doing this, will actually hurt him. Reminds me of how God watches over us. He pulls us in, just when we are about to jump off the cliff. Just in time. And just like my baby, sometimes I don't even want to be safe in His arms. "When you go through deep waters and great trouble, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be

Of all the maladies in the world, the single most depressing thing is our lack of love. Sure, we can love those who love us. We can love those who are good to us. We can love those who meet our expectations. We can love those who make us feel needed and special. We can love our innocent, cute little babies. But, Jesus speaks about loving our enemies and loving our neighbors as much as ourselves. I'm certain that I'm not even remotely close to feeling any of that. It is said that - Love is a choice, an action and not based on human feelings. But, how can I manufacture something which doesn't exist in the first place? How can I go from feeling indifferent to suddenly caring? How can I judge someone's apathy when I'm pretty much the same way? What if I don't even feel love for my family or my friends, let alone my nieghbor or enemy? If Christ is a source of love, why didn't He give me this gift? As much as it hurts to think of it this way, how much more indiffe

Women like to look pretty, sometimes don't we all? We dress up and put on our high heeled shoes and our dangling earrings. We add a dab of perfume, straighten and curl our hair, do our pedicures, manicures, waxes and bleaches. Boy, we do a lot to look nice! So, why do we dress up? Many reasons, I presume. It could be our intrinsic nature to want to doll up and look feminine. Dressing up can make us feel confident and good about ourselves. It gives us that extra boost when we are feeling down about something. It makes us feel young. If we have been working out, we might want to flaunt it. Women, can go the other extreme too. The jeans get skinnier, the skirts shorter, the cleavage, bellybutton, legs, hips, and thighs are all out on display. A lot of this is also influenced by society and the culture, what's totally acceptable in America will be frowned upon in other conservative societies like the Middle East. In certain tribal areas, women dress topless, and it's certainly

Mummy passed away a day after our baby boy was born. Papa and Mummy had come to the US for my pregnancy. They were planning to stay with us for 3 months after the baby was born and then go back to India. But, God had other plans. Mummy fell ill when she came to the US. She was visiting my sister, after which they planned to come here. We thought of her illness as some mild chest congestion issues. Little did we suspect, what would take place in 45 days. She was admitted in emergency with breathing trouble, which later on, we found out was lung cancer. After 45 agonizing days in the hospital, she passed away - just one day after our baby was born. We couldn't go for her funeral or even say goodbye. I have often thought about why God wouldn't keep her alive for just a couple of weeks so that she could see our baby. I have often wondered why God took her away when she came to see her grandchild in a foreign country. I have often wondered what my father and family must have gone th

This one is dedicated to the three little boys in my family - my father, my husband, and my son. Baby Daniel (with his Mama's help) wrote a poem for his Dada on his birthday and for his Appacha on Father's Day. Dearest Appacha, Appacha, you are the very best and a lot of fun. When I need someone to care, Appacha, you are the one. Mama gets some sleep when you hold me, She's happy and I'm content too. You play so many games with me, With you, I learnt how a naughty boy to be. You are always in a real good mood, I'm happy when you are with me. I love you, and I always will, I'll bite your nose and hope you will always remember me. Love, Daniel mone. Dearest Dada, From the time I was little, you held and cuddled me, In your arms, I was safe and cozy as can be. You changed my diapers and I was sparkling clean. You rocked and swayed to put me to sleep, Everyone laughed at your antics, But you grinned and said, "All for my lil' baby it is!" Dada, take my