Sunday, 15 March 2015

Rest Day (?)

Today was the first day of the week. 

We were blessed with a quick visit by Sarah - who had planned to stop by for 2 days to see her new nephew Yohan!  She had to change plans due to an unexpected assignment and so was only able to spend 6 hours with us - while transitting from her visit to the GM Priya Hospital in Latur and going back to Delhi for further work.

Daily update on Dad:  He is still as yellow as a carrot.  His first night back was a difficult one as he has to sleep on his back - but he is taking it well.  A good bath and a good appetite are blessings.   We are glad that Dad even took a little walk outside in the evening.

It was  a privilege to share about Dad at church today.  The dear saints at the house-fellowship who meet at Jolly and Suma's home have been so faithful in prayer and encouragement to us - and were to glad to hear about Dad's progress.

In the mean-time our guests have begun trickling in.   Drs. Samuel and Ruati Tonsing came mid-afternoon - meeting Mum and Dad after 9 years!   Pastor Chris Willams - transiting between Pune and Myanmar, breezed in early evening.

And in the meantime Mum got sobering news.  One of her cousins from Germany - Beate - had been trying to call Shanti Kunj - but did not know English and our dear Vicky knows no German.  He did have the presence of mind to note down the number and passed it on to us.   The news Beate gave when Mum finally got to talk with her was sad:  Mum's eldest cousin Georg has gone to be with the Lord.  At 84 he had lived a good life and was a firm believer in Jesus Christ.   Sadly, another cousin Manfred had passed away in December - but with his wife being estranged with the rest of the family - they only heard about it recently.

Oh God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Oh God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

- Isaac Watts

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