Random musings

Anyone who has been to Bombay either loves or hates the place. It is always buzzing with activity. Never a dull moment. People are always doing something or going somewhere. There's so much noise, traffic and pollution. And admist all that chaos, the city still functions and thrives. I remember when I first came to the US, everything seemed so quiet and orderly. I really wanted noise. I would switch on the TV, and it would be turned on the whole day. It really didn't matter what was going on. It just needed to be ON. Something about quietness is unnerving. No one likes that awkward silence. On rare occassions, when I can wake up early in the morning and Daniel is still sleeping, our house is almost eerily quiet. As I gaze at our backyard, I can hear the sweet sound of birds chirping. I feel the gentle breeze and the soft rays of the early morning sun. Isn't that how God intended things to be? God is many a times found in the quiet and serene resting places, contrary to most

There are many things that I find endearing about my husband. His ready smile, his sensitive spirit, his love for family and others, and most importantly his relationship with God. I've never seen a man, or in fact anyone who speaks about their own failures as openly as he does. At first, I was taken aback when I heard him talk about himself. I wondered if he had a poor self image. I wondered if he was unhappy with himself. I wondered if he was a lost, little boy. I wouldn't ever dream of speaking badly about myself. I don't like it when others speak badly about me either. I hold my cards very close to my heart. I wouldn't take a single negative comment about myself, without first getting defensive. But, my husband marches to a different tune. It took me quite a while, to realize that only someone whose identity and sense of worth is from God can be so secure in their own failures. Only someone who doesn't think highly of themselves can genuinely relate and see good