Merry Christmas!

May we remember the greatest sign of love on this day.

God bless you and I pray that you may have a great new season and year as this day was a sign of many new wonderful things to come!

Much love from India

PROMISED UPDATES COMING SOON!

Sorry folks! There has been a little problem with the Internet + God speaking to me to take a week off in all the updating! I promise, with these photos, much more explanation will come with them soon!

But for now, please enjoy the photos!

Thank you so so much for all the prayers and support!! India182 is still operational and going to push for the finish!! All the glory to God who had given me the strength and grace for this!

Much love from India!!

INDIA182: Day 149 + 150 debrief. . .

God is, “the eternal, independent and self-existent Being; the Being whose purpose and actions spring from himself, without foreign motive of influence; he who is absolute in dominion; the most pure, the most simple, the most spiritual of all essences; infinitely perfect; and eternally self-sufficient, needing nothing that has made; illimitable in his immensity, inconceivable in his mode of existence and indescribable in his essence; known fully only by himself, because an infinite mind can only be fully comprehended by itself. In a word, a Being who, from his infinite wisdom, cannot err of be deceived, and from his infinite goodness, can do nothing but what is eternally just, and right and kind.”

– Adam Clarke

God, I thank You for Your faithfulness and goodness. I pray that you will continue to remind me as I remind myself of who You are. I trust in You God. Thank You for this rest that You have given me these past few days! And thank You for reminding me of who I am.

I love you God.

Our target is intimate relationship with Jesus now; this is the target, salvation. Heaven and the rest is what comes with it.

Trust

“My soul waits in silence for God only;
From Him is my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not greatly be shaken.
How long will you assail a man,
That you may murder him, all of you,
Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?
They have counseled only to thrust him down from his high position;
They delight in falsehood;
They bless with their mouth,
But inwardly they curse.
My soul, wait in silence for God only,
For my hope is from Him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be shaken.
On God my salvation and my honor rest;
The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
Trust in Him at all times, O India;
Pour out your heart before Him;
God is a refuge for us.
Men of low degree are only vanity and men of rank are a lie;
In the balances they go up;
They are together lighter than breath.
Do not trust in oppression
And do not vainly hope in robbery;
If riches increase, do not set your heart upon them.
Once God has spoken;
Twice I have heard this:
That power belongs to God; and loving kindness is Yours, O Lord,
For You reward a man according to his work.”

Psalm 62

Sunsets

I believe God paints every unique sunset for us to marvel at His beauty and be captivated by His love for us; whether we are too busy during that hour to notice it or not.

A Good Confession

The chains that have bound me are flung to the wind,
By the mercy of God the poor slave is set free;
And the strong grace of heaven breathes fresh o’er the mind,
Like the bright winds of summer that gladden the sea.

There was nought in God’s world half so dark or so vile
As the sun and bondage that fettered my soul;
There was nought half so base as the malice and guile
Of my own sordid passions, or Satan’s control.

For years I have borne about hell in my breast;
When I thought of my God it was nothing but gloom;
Day brought me no pleasure, night gave me no rest,
There was still the grim shadow of horrible doom.

It seemed as if nothing less likely could be
Than that light should break in on a dungeon so deep;
To create a new world were less hard than to free
The slave from his bondage, the soul from its sleep.

But the Word had gone forth, and said, Let there be light,
And it flashed through my soul like a sharp passing smart;
One look to my Savior, and all the dark night,
Like a dream scarce remembered, was gone from my heart.

I cried out for mercy, and fell on my knees,
And confessed, while my heart with keen sorrow was wrung;
‘Twas the labor of minutes, and years of disease
Fell as fast from my soul as the words from my tongue.

And now, blest be God and the sweet Lord who died!
No deer on the mountain, no bird in the sky,
No bright wave that leaps on the dark bounding tide,
Is a creature so free or so happy as I.

All hail, then, all hail, to the dear Precious Blood,
That hath worked these sweet wonders of mercy in me;
May each day countless numbers throng down to its flood,
And God have His glory, and sinners go free.

– Frederic W. Faber

GO MO or NO MO?

So before the journey begins, there comes an issue of dire importance:

GO MO or NO MO??

The Indian man on the right is my inspiration.

Please comment and vote. (:

Is not this the kind of f…

Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:

to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter —
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness[a] will go before you,
and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
9 Then you will call, and the Lord will answer;
you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,
and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.

The Lord will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.

Isaiah 58:6-12