There's a Father up there, who would love to be connected with you, who would love to hold you close and whisper His secrets of love. It is us that run away from Him, thinking about the pending nagging or the guilty conscience.

If the earthly fathers you and I have can care so much beyond our ages and natures, how much more do you think, Abba cares for us?

A poem on Christ, our Hope.

Tribute to all women across ages who have faced any kind of harassment. This is written in imaginary nature and is nothing personal. Cheers.

I came across some posts mocking Pastors and prophets. Unsurprisingly, it pained me to the core and hurt me deeply. Those posts were also an eye opener.

Brought up in a family of prayer warriors, I was never once warned regarding my mental turmoil in the years to come.

Reminiscing about the Munnar camp days, particularly the second altar call on the third night by Rev. Aby Peter, inviting young souls to take a decision to Love Christ, I couldn’t feel my legs moving.

Living the Calling – Being a PK Tears sting my eyes as I think about what happened this morning; but it had gone way out of limit today. Dad had screamed at me in front of a whole crowd just for applying a bit of gloss. He had never done it and now when he […]