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When I don't worship the Lord,
I feel lost like a withered leaf in a whirlwind.

When I don't worship Him,
I don't know who I am 
as I couldn't see who He is.

I get established only when I exalt Him.
My state of being is entirely dependent on 
   how much I worship Him.

Worship is not just singing songs or praising through hymns.

Worship is 

an earnest longing for more of Him.
  
the soul's urge to seek after the truth.

the inner being fully soaked in His thoughts.
 
seeing Him through everything.

tasting His grace and wondering His beauty in every walk of life.

being grateful for the life He has given.

 filling myself with His precious Word.

being aware of His presence inside and all around.

losing myself in the wonder of who He is.
       
submitting to His Lordship over my life.
  
loving every moment of being ruled by Him.
 
never-ending search for understanding divinity.
        
realizing how fragile and weak I am before His magnificent Power.
          
accepting my nothingness and be filled up with His potential.

letting go of the vain checklist of the world and holding on to what matter the most.
          
taking my eyes off evil and looking upto His goodness.

 falling at His feet and being carried away.
           
longing for that communion with Him in the Garden of Eden.
              
walking by His side to learn what He teaches.
              
breaking down all that is precious and pouring at His feet.

Nothing else satisfies.
Nothing else makes sense.

He is the life.
He is the truth.
He is the way.

Indeed loving Him to the core.

~.~. JC Nithya .~.~.
28 August 2026.
       

Leave her alone

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Feeling beyond words #1

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In a whirlwind

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Caught up in whirlwind
Battered in raging storm
Bruised and broken
Struck and thrashed
Crushed and wrung
Shattered into fragments
Standing here
Having lost my form and identity.

"Why must it be this way?", I ask.
"For in this is My way", You reply.

I m just an ordinary soul
Too dumb to understand
Your thoughts as high as skies above

When the foundation of hope
Is being shaken

When the darkness thickens
around me

When no shoulders remain
To rest upon

When no strength left
To take another step

I fall down as tears
At Your Sacred feet.

~. ~.JC Nithya. ~. ~
26.02.2026.

"The Lord has His way 
In the whirlwind and in the storm,
 And the clouds are the dust of His feet"
Nahum 1:3 

Promise ❤

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As long as I am in Your Eyes
and Your Hands holding mine,
What else do I need
to face the uncertainties of this life?

~.~. JC Nithya.~.~
01.01.2026

For Charlie ❤

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You shot him.
We felt the pain.

You thought it's the end
No, it has just begun.

You hated him so much that you killed him.
We loved him so much that we will live like him.

We watched him when he was trying to save young men like you from pits of hell.
He did with such wisdom, grace, sincerity and truth.

We watched him debate with such brilliance to turn the perishing souls to the truth.
He spoke for the millions of innocent  babies killed in the name of 'my body, my choice.'
He fought for the kids to be saved from the perversion creeping into the education.
He debated with such precision that noone can deny the truth.
He longed to have a conversation even with those who disagreed.
He argued with such supernatural wisdom that noone could win over.
He stood up courageously like a lion for what He believed.
He glorified His Lord Jesus Christ wherever He went.
And yes, that's why we loved him.

He did what we couldn't do but wanted to.
We all have come across such arguments, such questions, such mockery... in our lives.

But we kept our answers to ourselves.
We kept our faith to ourselves.
He did not. That's why we loved Him.


He gave voice to our thoughts.
He gave courage to our helplessness.
He faced the ugliness of human depravity and shone his light on them.
That's why we loved him.

But one day we woke up to find out that you have silenced the voice that spoke for all of us.
Now we will not be silent.
No, not anymore.
We will all rise up and speak what he spoke.
We will all rise up and live like how he lived.

You can't shoot us down.
We are countless.
We are all around the world.
We are all Charlie Kirks


Nithya JC.
25.09.2025.

#charliekirk

#weareallcharliekirk

Jesus Christ, my Living Hope.

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He will heal me.
He will bind me up.
He will revive me.
He will raise me up.
And I will live in His Presence.

He will restore my health.
He will heal my wounds.
He guards my bones.
He arms me with strength.

He will deliver me.
He will break through.
He will lead me out.
He will make me live.

In Him I put my trust.
I will never doubt.
If I touch His garment,
I will be healed.
If He says a Word,
I will be healed.
If He touches me,
I will be healed.
If He calls me out,
I will live.

There is no darkness in Him.
In Him, there is light.
There is no sickness in Him,
In Him, there is life.
There is no confusion in Him,
In Him, there is peace.
There is no weakness in Him,
In Him, there is strength.
I will live and declare His works.
I will serve Him all my life.

He is my Lord and Saviour.
He is my Beloved.
The Love of my life.
❤

Written by Nithya JC.
17 March 2024.


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