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God Breaks Us Before Using Us

Many years ago I had read some valuable article with deep insight.. where it was written about the importance of being broken in our Father God’s hand, if we want to be fruitful for God and be used by Him greatly and powerfully we must let Him break us. Cause until we are not broken, until we are not dead to ourselves we can’t be much fruitful  He can’t use us that powerful way when we harden ourselves and don’t want to be broken. But it’s a necessary process which we actually want to skip completely or get rid of. Jesus fed more than 5000 people with 5 loaves of bread and 2 pieces of fish..and yet 12 baskets got left over. We know this incident very well since childhood. But we miss one important point here, the process how He does it. When those fish and bread were given to Him, He blesses them, uplifts and surrender them to Father God, then He breaks them and starts giving those blessed, broken pieces of fish and bread.. and we know the story what happens next, more than 5000 people ate full and 12 baskets left over food remained. That’s what He does with us. When we give ourselves to Him, He blesses us and let us to be broken, and in that brokenness, in that process He does most important works within us, He uses us mightily for His purpose

We often fail to understand the purpose of pain, pause, waiting, the presence of suffering and hardships. We just want everything in our life to go smooth and well, all merry, all happy. When the real tests come as giants in our way and block our way, we stumble there.
Cause we are so obsessed with only blessings, success, happiness, prosperity and staying ahead or having name, fame or stay in equal with all around. But we fail to understand that just like our hand prints are unique and we are all different from each other, so does our role, purpose for our life and God’s plan, timetable is different and unique for each of us. It’s a foolishness to compare ourselves with others. We all have unique challenges, tasks and difficulties which are specific and unique to each of us. In the pause, in the waiting, in the wilderness God breaks us, moulds us, prepares us, equips us, trains us, refines us, improves us, corrects us, improves us, transforms us into that shape, image and character which He has designed and planned for us, in the image, in the likeness of Jesus. In the wilderness, in the pause we start to understand the real meaning and depth of His each words which we were just overlooking previously. Yes it is then His living words start speaking life to us.

Yes it is in the fire of affliction He purifies us. In our brokenness we develop a humility and gentleness, a character that is too precious in His eyes. When we are at the bottom of life we learn to depend on Him and learn what is total and complete surrender. When all our roads are blocked and all hope is gone, we learn to trust Him. In our lowest we learn to depend on His strength. Yes He allows us sometimes to experience the lowest of time, He empties us completely, so that we can trust only Him and open our heart, our doors for Him alone and we can give ourselves to Him, entrust our life completely in His hand only. When we think that nobody cares, nobody thinks about us, nobody loves us, nobody sees us. When we think that we are completely left alone and we even wonder about His existence, we question if even God cares about us, does He looks us, does He understand.. Does He hear our prayer, our cry? Does He see our pain? Forget about human beings, does even God understand us..? In our darkest times we all might go through such situations, such questions, such loneliness, such hopelessness..! And what we do at such times are really which matter a lot which defines us what we are made of, what our true heart is.

Most times people fail there at this point  and lose their track. And this is the crucial time which the Heaven, angels and God witness what really we are! Job lost everything yet He didn’t reject God, he still put his love and trust in God, he remained loyal even in the most painful time. Joseph was betrayed by his brothers, sold as a slave to foreigners and lived so many years as a slave, again he got accused with serious false witness and was prisoned for so many years , got punished for crimes not done. Moses lived 40 years in the desert . Abraham being called the friend of God, by God Himself, he waited so many years to see His promised child. 

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©Glorry Shubhashree

The Sun-Hugged Clouds

☁️⛅The Sun-Hugged Clouds
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Do you ever wonder my dear
How does Heaven look and feel like!
I witness a piece of Heaven
When the firmament I gaze upon
And behold the miracle often.

The silky milky floral clouds
Floating in the open azure sky
With a pageant of esthetic plethora
Shining  bright, so white
Like wedding gown of a bride.
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Smiling  with the radiance of Almighty.
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When they cradle the Sun, ever blazing
And its sea of rays, ever beaming
Scatter, scan and flash through them
Play, move and dance with them
Like a waltz of celestial beings.

Yes I glance a glimpse of Heaven
In these every day magic show of Nature.
I  assume the unseen face of God
Hiding in those brilliance of beams
In the other side
Of these sun hugged clouds.
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©Glorry Shubhashree
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Photo – My own

You Are My Home !

One day my friend , little birdy , asked me out of a blue, while we were alone ,apart from the world ,listening to the cadence of wind in the fairy jungle and sweet songs of so many creatures lulling our ears , from far hills…
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– “What is a home ,buddy ?”
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I got surprised with this sudden question, felt a tingling of pain deep in my heart ,got silent ,and then after pondering a while …slowly with a stuttering, sad voice with pain I said to the little birdy ..
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– A Home must be a place ,where you don’t get lonely !
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A home must be a place ,where you don’t get left behind !

A home is probably somewhere people don’t judge you !

A home I think is a place where people don’t engage themselves in searching n finding faults in you !

A home must be a beautiful, bright and warm place where everybody smiles ,sings, dances ,breathes ,moves freely and loves each other deeply , abundantly !

And my dear, little birdy ..! A home must be a place where your Mom is waiting for you !
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We don’t have a home buddy ! “
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Tears started to rain from my eyes and words couldn’t be uttered anymore !

Little birdy said ..
– ” If that is a home then You are my Home ! buddy ! “

A sweet smile waved on my sad lips and reached through my teary chicks ..
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I hugged my little birdy with affection ,love ,satisfaction and new found hope !

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©Glorry Shubhashree

Two Wandering Warrior Souls

So many books we have read
So many seasons we have seen
So many stories we know
So many tales we have heard
So many places we have visited
So many people we have met
But never found a story like us
Never found a love like ours
Never knew a person like you exist
Never hoped to be ever loved like this
It was pure magic ,it was pure miracle
The meeting of us and falling in love.

Well ,enough history we studied
Roamed many palaces and castles
Let us now plunge into the kingdom of our souls
Let’s discover their genesis and exodus
And explore that real man and woman
Beneath this robe of common human
Who have fought thousand battles
Bled, wounded, cried and starved
Seen mound of deaths and loss
Walked on thorns ,and broken glasses of dreams
Yet survived unknown plagues and wars
Founded chronicles of thrones
And hoisted flags of victory .

Let our tears sing about our sorrow
And our heart beats dance with joy
Let us look into the depth of our eyes
Which speak thousand words in silence
Let us study those eloquent eyes
And catch it’s every syllable
Learn it’s every language
Let’s survey and relish our silence
For it is a dialect too.

©Glorry Shubhashree

Earth Is A Heaven Itself

Earth has everything to excite us ,it’s a heaven itself ..but we don’t realise that and we think heaven is something really different from this world and our heaven means only gold, diamonds, rivers of honey..and all such crazy, greedy expectations..though I don’t deny the richness of heaven .

Have you ever looked at this earth ,this world .. don’t you ever realize it’s heaven itself .! The friendship, the bonds ,the love we share with our family, relatives, friends ,pets ,.. isn’t it so divine ..! Are they not the wingless earth angels ! Do they not carry an essence of heaven !

The rich verdant fields ,the white clouds spread across the vast blue sky playing with the sun the hide and seek , the hills and mountains of mystery and treasures, the colourful rainbow embracing the sky, the ocean waves dancing with the rise and fall of the tides , the dawn and dusk echoing with the birds song ,and the sky playing the festival of colours ..!

Are they not the view of heaven ,are they not divine ..! What more beauty and miracle you expect heaven to be oh greedy man .If you are not happy with this earth and it’s majestic beauty doesn’t appeal you ..I don’t know what will !
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.( My own photography )

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©Glorry Shubhashree

Is It A Dream ?

♥️Is It A Dream ? ♥️
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Is it a dream or reality ?
Its too hard to believe it’s real !
If it’s a dream I don’t want to wake up !
Is it really you walking by my side
Is it really you watching me with these loveful eyes ?
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This crimson sunset is so dreamy
And the more heavenly view before me is you
Its your presence that enhancing the beauty around me
These moments I am going to treasure
In the lock of my soul
And paint them in the canvass of the golden memories !
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I want to watch this view every time with you
I want to walk with you on the seashore
And see these lovely birds flying over
I want to see this world around us changing
And beauty fleeting before our eyes
Like rainbows and the shooting stars
And see the magic shower of snows .
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Till our old days ,for our all days
Till our last breaths, till our last days
I want to see all this and live all this
With your eyes and your heart next to me !

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©Glorry Shubhashree