*Seasons of Refreshing

“Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord.” — Acts 3:19

In the beginning, in Eden, God came in the cool of the day. It was a moment of nearness, peace, and refreshing. His presence itself was the cool breeze that satisfied the soul.

Acts speaks the same language—seasons of refreshing. When we turn back to God, His presence returns like that gentle cool of Eden. It is not just forgiveness; it is restoration of fellowship, of joy, of life.

When we drift away, the heart slowly becomes dry. There is dullness, irritation, frustration—like a desert with no water. We try to manage, to cope, to push through, but the dryness remains.

But the moment we turn back—everything changes.

The desert becomes a garden.
Dry ground begins to flow with water.
What was empty is filled again.

God does not give a drop—He sends showers.
He does not sprinkle—He pours.
Refreshing comes like cascading waterfalls, like rain that cools the weary heart.

What a blessing—to know that one turn towards Him brings back the cool of His presence.

Today, turn again. The season can change.

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26 May 2026, Tuesday – 5:15 PM

Nagercoil Express

**After two long summer months, i was physically exhausted. I boarded the train, found my  berth, and lay down hoping for some rest. The train hadn’t even started yet, but I was already worn out.

Just then, from the nearby berth, a family played a song on their mobile trying to sleep their baby, loud enough to be clearly heard. Normally, it might have disturbed me. But this time, it became a divine moment.

Thaai Pola Thetri Thandhai Pola Aatri

Tholmeedhu Sumandhidum En Yesaiyya

Ummai Pola Purindhu Kolla Yaarumillaiyae

Ummai Pola Aravanaikka Yaarumillaiyae

Neer Podhum En Vaazhvilae – Yesaiyya

As the song continued, every word felt personal:

Like a mother, You comfort…
Like a father, You guide…
You carry me on Your shoulders…You are enough in my life Lord Jesus

He watches over me like the apple of His eye,
He remembers me, holding me in His hands.

In that moment of physical exhaustion, heaven ministered to my soul. What I truly needed was not just sleep—but the assurance that

  Jesus is enough.

I rested… and I slept well.

Later, on the second day when I was about to preach, the choir sang the same song. It was no coincidence. It was confirmation.

Yes—our God is living.
His love is both fatherly and motherly.
His care is tender and constant.

Jesus, You are enough.

May this song become a balm to every weary soul.

🎵🎵

Video link

https://youtu.be/UPbIT6Kp5Ro?si=iu9AU_pmEEEsMvfp

Thaai Pola Thetri Thandhai Pola Aatri

Tholmeedhu Sumandhidum En Yesaiyya

Ummai Pola Purindhu Kolla Yaarumillaiyae

Ummai Pola Aravanaikka Yaarumillaiyae

Neer Podhum En Vaazhvilae – Yesaiyya

1. Malaipola Thunbam Enai Soozhum Podhu Adhai

Pani Pola Urukida Seibavarae

Kanmani Pol Ennai Kaappavarae

Ullangkaiyyil Poriththennai Ninaippavarae

Neer Podhum En Vaazhvilae – Yesaiyya

2. Belaveena Neram En Kirubai Unakku Podhum

Un Belaveenaththil En Belan Tharuvaen Endreer

Nizhal Pola En Vaazhvil Varubavarae

Vilagaamal Thunai Nindru Kaappavarae

Neer Podhum En Vaazhvilae – Yesaiyya

Thaai Pola Paasam Thandhai Pola Nesam Oru

Thozhan Pola Purindhu Konda En Yesaiya

Ummai Pola Purindhu Kondadhu Yaarumillaiyae

Ummai Pola Aravanaippadhum Yaarumillaiyae

**used writing tool

ప్రైస్ ది లార్డ్...  

ఈరోజు నిశ్శబ్దంగా కూర్చుని ఒక మాట విన్నాను - "చిన్న వాటి దేవుడు".

నా మనసు వెంటనే దావీదు దగ్గరికి వెళ్ళింది.  

అతని చేతిలో ఐదు చిన్న రాళ్ళు. చిన్నవి. సాదాగా ఉన్నాయి.  

కానీ దేవుని చేతిలోకి వెళ్ళగానే... ఒక గొల్యాతు కూలిపోయాడు.

తర్వాత నాకు గుర్తొచ్చింది...  

ఒక చిన్న బాలుడు. చేతిలో ఐదు రొట్టెలు.  

మన కళ్ళకు చాలవు. కానీ యేసయ్య చేతిలోకి వెళ్ళగానే  

ఐదు వేల మంది తిన్నారు. పన్నెండు గంపలు మిగిలాయి.

అర్థమైందా?  

*మన చేతిలో చిన్నదిగా కనిపించేది...  

ఆయన చేతిలో సమృద్ధిగా మారుతుంది.*

ఈరోజు నీ ప్రార్థన చిన్నదేమో.  

నీ భక్తి సాదాగా ఉండొచ్చు.  

నీ విధేయత చిన్న స్టెప్ కావచ్చు.

కానీ దాన్ని క్రీస్తు చేతిలో పెడితే... అది వృధా కాదు.

అవును ప్రభువా...  

ఈ చిన్న భక్తి కూడా... నీకు ఇస్తే చాలు.  

ఆమెన్.

 

19 July 2026 Sunday 6 pm

*Sitting quietly in the church hall, I listened to a message about the God of small things. My heart was drawn to a familiar picture—David, holding five smooth stones in his hand. Small, simple, almost insignificant… yet placed in God’s hand, they brought down a giant.

My thoughts moved forward through Scripture

A little boy stood with five loaves of bread. Something small. Insufficient in the eyes of man.Yet in the presence of the Son of David, it became more than enough.He blessed it. He broke it. He multiplied it.Five thousand were fed—and still, twelve baskets were left over.

What is small in our hands becomes abundant in His.

Today, I am reminded that my prayer, my small devotion, my simple obedience( yours also) —none of it is wasted when placed in Christ’s hands.

Yes, Lord… even this small devotion is enough when it is given to You.

*used writing tools

*A young boy once walked a long distance in Africa just to give a gift to a servant of God. When asked why he would travel so far, his answer was simple yet profound:
"My walking is a part of the gift."

What a beautiful truth.

Love is not just seen in what we give, but in what it costs us. The journey, the effort, the sacrifice—all of it becomes part of the offering.

This reminds us of the greatest gift ever given. God did not send something from heaven—He sent His Son. Jesus came down from heaven to earth, and His gift was not instant or effortless. He walked.

He walked through Samaria, Galilee, Capernaum, Emmaus ,and Jericho.
He walked dusty roads, met broken people, touched the hurting, and loved the unlovable.
He walked into Gethsemane, carrying the weight of sorrow.
And finally, He walked to Calvary, carrying the cross.

Every step was a part of the gift.

The love of Christ was not distant—it was demonstrated through movement, through sacrifice, through intentional steps toward us.

And today, a question gently comes to our hearts:
Are we willing to take steps for others?

Are we ready to walk, to go, to reach out—even when it costs time, comfort, or convenience?

Because true love is not passive.
True love moves.
True love walks.

Sometimes, the steps we take for someone else become the most meaningful part of what we give.

🎁🎁🎁

You came from Heaven to earth
To show the way.
From the Earth to the cross,
My debt to pay.
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high.

Lord, I lift Your name on high.
Lord, I love to sing Your praises.
I'm so glad You're in my life;
I'm so glad You came to save us.

*used writing tool

 

*Held by His Hands

Today, as I walked past the church hall, a simple scene caught my attention. A mother was teaching her little child to walk. She held his tiny hands and gently guided him, counting, “1… 2… 3…”

The child was not afraid. He did not look at the ground or worry about falling. His confidence came from one thing—his mother was holding him.

When his steps became weak, she will lift him. When he stumbles, she will steady him. When he grows tired, she  will carry him close.All mothers/fathers are like that. 

In that moment, God reminded me of His own heart through His Word:

“It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the arms… I led them with cords of kindness, with ties of love… like one who lifts a little child to the cheek…” (Hosea 11:3–4)

This is how God deals with us.

We often think we are walking on our own, managing life by our strength. But in reality, it is He who holds our hands, guiding every step. Even when we stumble, He does not let us fall. Even when we are weary, He lifts us up.

Like the mother speaking constantly to her child, God is always speaking—guiding, comforting, and leading us forward.

Why should we fear?

The One who holds our hand is the Creator of the universe. The same hands that guide us today are the hands that were pierced for us in love.

We are not alone. We are held… every step of the way.

*used writing tools

 

July 7th, Tuesday 2026

*This afternoon, I went with my wife to a speech and hearing institute to enquire about a course for a brother in Christ. It was around 3:30 pm. Normally, at that time, schools are filled with noise—children laughing, shouting, running, and playing.

But here, it was completely different.

There was pin-drop silence.

My heart was deeply moved. Most of the students there were unable to hear or speak. Standing in that quiet place, a song the Lord had given me years ago came to my mind—based on the promises in Isaiah 35:

“Then will the eyes of the blind be opened and the ears of the deaf unstopped. Then will the lame leap like a deer, and the mute tongue shout for joy.”

Yes, God can heal even now. He is able.

But there is also a greater hope—the coming Kingdom of Jesus, where every limitation will be removed. The deaf will hear. The blind will see. The mute will sing aloud with joy.

What a glorious promise!

Then a question came to my heart:

We who can hear… what are we listening to?
We who can speak… what are we speaking?

Are our ears tuned to God’s voice?
Are our words filled with praise, truth, and life?

Let us ask the Lord to give us light—to turn back to Him. Let our hearts awaken again, and let a new, loud song of praise rise from within us.

This is the Kingdom of God—beginning in us, even now.

Song🎵. 

https://youtu.be/XOdNf7v5Kuw?si=7WOnIMBfQWfpn11t

*used writing tools

 

*8 July 2026 , 5 am

The journey of life brings questions…Unexpected hurdles…Burdened thoughts about loved ones…news that shake the heart…

And we ask—

What is the answer?

In the stillness of the morning, a voice within whispers:

 Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.” (Revelation 5:5)

When everything around feels uncertain,

He remains unshaken.

The Lion—victorious.

The Lamb—worthy.

Seated on the throne.

He reigns over all.

Nothing is outside His control.

He is the beginning and the end.

Maybe today feels like Patmos—

A place of waiting…

A place of not understanding…

But this is not the end.

Look up.

Not at the problem,

But at the throne.

There is One who has already overcome.

Let your heart rise with a new song—

A quiet, confident song of victory.

Blessed day.

*used writing tool

 

*One Word Is Enough

3rd July 2026

This afternoon, I visited a Christian bookshop near my house. I was just browsing, not planning to buy anything. But then I noticed a beautifully illustrated children’s Bible—colorful, new edition. Though it was a bit costly, I still bought it.

After coming home, I wondered, Why did I buy this?

As I casually flipped through the pages, suddenly one line gripped my heart:

“Cover me with  kisses ,For your love is better than wine…”song of songs 1:2( wbtc version) 

Wow.

One word from God—no one can put a price on it. It carries the depth of an ocean, the fullness of His love. In that moment, I was reminded: I am the Beloved.

The cry of my heart became simple:

“Lord, cover me… cover me with Your love.”

The prodigal son received the father’s kisses when he returned. But here, it is the Beloved—desired, chosen, cherished.

Jesus is fairer than ten thousand.

Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, He stands alone—life-giving, satisfying, incomparable.

Yes, just one word from Him is enough.

It can fill an empty heart.

Turn dryness into abundance.

Overflow where there was lack.

And still, our hearts long for more—

Your presence…

Your touch…

Your voice…

Yes, Lord… more.

🎵🎵

I’ve found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me,
  He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Apple-tree of trees, in Him alone I see
  All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay,
  He tells me every care on Him to roll:
He’s the Apple-tree of trees, the Bright and Morning Star,
  He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

*used writing tool

 

( photo..road to our house, by jijy br, wayanad) 

The Way to Home

*In my hometown, the road leading to our house was a problem for many years. It was difficult, uncertain, and seemed impossible to fix. But we trusted God—and in His time, He made a way in a supernatural manner.

A road to home is important for all of us. Without a clear way, we cannot reach our destination.

In the Bible, Thomas once asked Jesus, “How can we know the way?” He was not asking about an earthly road, but the way to our eternal home.

Jesus answered with powerful simplicity: “I am the way.”

He did not point to a path. He did not give directions. He said, I am the way.

The way is not a method.

The way is a Person—Jesus Christ.

And He is not only the way.

He is the truth.

He is the life.

There is only one way to the Father, one way to heaven—and that is through Him.

So the call for us is clear:

 Walk in Him.

Walk with Him.

Walk through Him.

Walk as He walked.

This was not only for Enoch, who walked with God.

Not only for Noah, who walked faithfully in his generation.

This is for you and for me—today.

The road may seem unclear at times. Life may feel uncertain. But when we walk with Jesus, we are already on the right path—the path that leads home.

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