God’s Wondrous Ways

God's Ways

I still remember her distinctly. A stooped old woman with gnarled hands. She was a beggar who used to visit our house frequently many years ago asking for alms.

She was very fond of me & would never hesitate to display her affection by reaching out a bony finger to tap me. She loved to indulge in some light-hearted banter. Her toothy grin was infectious. I really took to her & liked her too.

Slowly, she made it a point to come more often.

Slowly, I started viewing her frequent visits with suspicion.

I began to wonder if she was taking advantage & making a fool out of me.

Almost immediately a small voice within asked me to open the Bible with a very specific command to “turn to page #_, bottom right”.

I eagerly opened my Bible to the specific page & looked to the bottom right. The words that stared back at me were “We are fools for Christ’s sake.”

I was stunned!

I was a very new Christian & not aware of too many scriptures & least of all this! It was nothing but God sharing His specific word about a person & situation He cared for.

Many years have passed since that incident, I have no idea where that old lady is…may she be blessed wherever life has taken her.

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We are fools for Christ’s sake – 1 Corinthians 4:10

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DPChallenge

Life is a coloured pathway

There is something about colour that always inspires me.

Colours are known to evoke moods & emotions.

Life to me is a pathway, strewn with colours from the sombre to the vibrant.

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People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.
~ Markus Zusak ~ 

The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most.
~ John Ruskin ~

There is something about green that calms the soul.

Spots of orange play peekaboo to brighten our days.

Life is not all black & white. There are shades of grey. Cats were created to prove it.

In the pink of health it was said with good reason.

The flowers awaken to greet the sunlight.

 

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint. 
~ Pablo Picasso ~

The sky was swept clean & I sat to behold it.

Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.
~ Oscar Wilde ~

In the many colours, I see life.

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In response to the DP Challenge, a splash of colour

Short Story by Eden

My niece Eden loves to write. At the age of 12 her thoughts are unique & rather deep. Here goes one of her short stories.

Defense is the Best Form of Attack

By

Eden

The drum was beating. The horn was sound.

“The king is coming! The king is coming!” shouted the people of the village.

The king hadn’t visited in a long time, and did not inform anyone about his visit. Nothing was prepared.

So the bakers rushed to get him fresh pastries, and the tailors rushed to get new clothes to gift him. Yet when the king got out of his chariot he said: “I want no gifts or sweets or anything as such. All I want is a brave man to help me.”

Many boys and men stepped out. Too many for the king to choose. So he asked them to battle to see who the three strongest men were. The battle took place then and there. Finally the three men were chosen.

The king still did not reveal what he needed them for. But the men did not question the king; they simply did what they were told.

The king took them on his chariot and invited them to come with him to the palace. When they reached the palace the king explained to them that he had three tigers. Each of the men were to battle with one tiger and make it surrender to them.

The first man battled furiously with force, bravery and strength. The tiger had tried to defend itself but it was too late. The man hit and beat it until it was dead.

The second man, too fought bravely, but did not kill the tiger. He tossed it around and severely injured it. The man soon could not fight anymore. He began to feel sorry for the tiger. He walked away in shame.

The third man did not fight. He simply defended himself from the tiger’s actions. Soon the tiger began to calm down, as he knew the man meant no harm. It soon stopped attacking the man. The man came out without a scar or wound and so did the tiger.

Seeing both the man and the tiger without injury, the king was surprised. He decided that the tiger had surrendered to the man. He then declared the man, the strongest and most respected man in the kingdom and asked him to protect his daughter while he was away. He said all this not knowing that the man did not fight, but just defended himself.

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