painting His Dream...

with colors of love.

 











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.
       

 


 


 












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 

 


















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

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