Random musings

I would be the first to admit that I don't watch American football/NFL. Even the few times I've tried watching, the game doesn't make sense to me. My hubby loves football and I end up watching a little bit here and there.  The first time I actually had some interest in the game was when I saw a man kneeling in the middle of a football field and praying. This man would always be thanking his God, every time he was interviewed. I soon learned that his name was Tebow. At best, he is an average quarterback. His style of playing is erratic. No one knows what to expect from him. When he first started playing, a lot of Christians jumped on the bandwagon and supported him. They expected him to succeed so that they could give God the glory and toot their horn a little bit on how Christians win by relying on God. Quite the opposite happened. His game went from bad to worse. He was tossed unceremoniously from one team to the other. He played a few games, but for most part

Stereotypes are broad generalizations and oversimplified views of people. A thought that may be adopted that specific types of individuals act in certain ways. It may or may not reflect reality. It is disturbing being stereotyped, especially when the stereotypes are negative. We tend to do it all the time, though. After migrating to the US, I was introduced to the word "FOB", which basically means "fresh off the boat". People who have spent most of their time in India and then migrate to the US are referred to as FOBs. Indians who are born and brought up in the US, tend to think that FOBS want to be like them. Some of the assumptions surrounding FOBs are that they tend to pick up American accents, act nerdy or geeky, usually have software/engineering/nursing jobs, probably don't speak English too well, don't listen to English music, don't wear western outfits or don't know how to use makeup. They eat only Indian food. FOBs are somewhat crude

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. - C.S Lewis Perhaps, the most difficult aspect of loving a spouse/partner is to be vulnerable. Especially, when the heart has been broken. Especially, when dreams are not realized. Especially, when expectations are not met. We have layers around the heart, expecting it to keep us safe. We build walls, so no one has the power to hurt. When I think of sacrificial love, I think of Jesus. He was open and vulnerable in his relationships. He gave even when He didn't get anything

There was some research done on using the GPS. The research was about how the constant use of the GPS slows down functioning in certain parts of the brain, causing the person to rely too much on the machine and not use their own sense of direction. But, the GPS is a HUGE blessing for someone like me, who is direction-ally challenged and gets lost easily. Having kids in the backseat of the car and going around in circles is stressful. Not having to worry about the time spent locating a place and having the assurance that the GPS will get us home safely is comforting to me.  The other day, when I was driving around somewhat distracted, I ended up taking a wrong turn and the GPS told me to make  a legal U-turn. I find that God's instruction is somewhat along the same lines. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice.  I find comfort in knowing th

Yesterday was Daniel's first day at Pre-K. The little guy has one more year before he transitions to the real world of "School". Right now, he goes to a small christian pre-school with 16 students or so. As he was getting ready for school yesterday, he turns to me indignantly and tells me, "Mummy, I don't like these little kids. I wish they would stop bothering me. I want to play alone. The last time I went to school, the boys didn't let me play in Landry's pink house". I thought that was so funny. That the boys wanted to make sure Daniel made some manly choices, and pink was not one of them. I also found it sweet how he didn't want to be bothered. Innocence. Maybe, that is what is precious about that age. They say what they mean and mean what they say. And, I pray that God protects that innocence for as long as possible.