Today, 12^th May 2014 is my 40^th birthday. Was that a disbelieving look I saw in your eyes? And didn’t your eyebrows shoot up in surprise? I saw that! You are right! Let me hasten to explain. I passed the 40 year mark many moons ago. I am no spring chicken. I am in fact proud of it. (But that’s another story) But yes, today is definitely my 40^th b’day. It is the 40^th birthday of the best decision I ever made. The beginning of a unique journey that has brought me love, hope, joy, faith.....and lots besides. Would you like to hear more?

Many light years ago when I was a young lass living in Sri Lanka, my parents sent me on a Youth for Christ Camp. I assumed then that I’d just while away part of my holidays and enjoy a bit of fun. I didn’t know that it would turn out to be a life-changer. Oh yes, camp was fun. Lots of fun. But it was also far more than that. I discovered there, a love that was compelling – inexplicable – powerful – precious. The other young people at the camp had something I didn’t possess. I wanted it. I’d been brought up in a Christian home. I’d attended church all my life.

And yet… why was I not as excited about Jesus as they were?

What was it about them that made me feel loved in a unique and glorious way?

After a few weeks of pondering over the conundrum, a month later, on the 12^th of May 1974, I knelt down in the quietness of my bedroom. I told God that I had believed He was in my life but confessed I’d been wrong. I asked Him to forgive me all my sins. I invited Him to be my Lord and Saviour. There were no fireworks then. No wondrous feelings. No sudden change in my life. But over the next two years, I began to slowly but surely understand what it meant to know and follow Jesus. I became a Disciple of Jesus.

Thereafter flowed 12 fruitful joyful busy years being part of the family of Youth for Christ. That impressionable season in my girlhood gave me a strong, stable foundation for my Christian life. The teaching I received at YFC has blessed me all my life, so I’m deeply grateful to YFC for that solid start in my walk with Jesus. Especially life-giving were the many awesome relationships I made in YFC. Those deep friendships have lasted to this day – 40 years on. They have been a gleaming fabric in my life –a gold thread running through a stunning outfit ablaze in myriad colours.

Recently I have been looking for a place where I could connect with fellow believers. Once again, I have been embraced warmly in Christian Fellowship. The kindness and love I have experienced now reminds of the love that welcomed me 40 long years ago. Because of course the love of Jesus is an unchanging factor in the world. The unfortunate truth about life is that it is a state of constant flux. Life changes. All the time. Mental health experts tell us that our mental health is as good as our ability to adapt to life's changes.

But a thrilling reality abounds. In a world that changes quickly and relentlessly, I have found a love that remains. A love that never fails. It is the love of Jesus. It is a love that I have turned to time and time again and never found wanting. His love has been a soft cushion to fall on when life was difficult. His love has celebrated with me as I rejoiced through good times. His love has held me up when I had no strength to stand. His love has brought richness and joy into my life as nothing else has ever done.

What then are the highlights of these 40 years?

1.      The Love of Jesus – it’s as sure as the dawn

2.      The Faithfulness of an amazing God; Father, Son and Holy Spirit

3.      A precious Family of God – who have richly blessed me over the years

4.      A Hope to cling onto through every season

5.      The Joy of the Lord – my song and my strength

Life is unpredictable. Sad times befall me. Tough decisions come my way. Sickness knocks me over. Life changes. My body creaks. Surprises spring on me unasked like a wild cheetah leaping on its prey. I wonder where Life’s Manual is and why life doesn’t follow the script. But you know what? Celebrations are in order. Praise is high on my ‘To do’ list today. Yes, it’s time to dance and sing and throw caution to the winds.

It’s my 40th birthday!

I testify today to the faithfulness of a God who never ever gives up on me. Not when I fall. Not when I fail. Not when I sin. Not even when I turn my back on Him. His love continues through all generations. It walked into my life 40 years ago and turned me right side up. It has been the best thing in my life these past four decades.

I turn life’s pages, looking back with a smile.

“Thank you Father” I whisper. “I love you so.”

 I find His warm Daddy smile beaming down on me.

 “I love you too Nushi” He whispers back, embracing me in a Father’s tender hug.

Life is good. Very good! Let the celebrations begin.

"You are my God, and I will praise you; you are my God, and I will exalt you. Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; his love endures forever." 

Psalm 118:28,29

I was off that day for a trek to the city and ‘twas a grand Adventure. It was now three months since my foot had been operated. So I hobbled less; walked more. Clambering onto buses was challenging but finally possible. Hooray! The ride to the city refreshed me. Praise music resounding in my ears, I drank in the vista of green trees dancing in sunlit glades; chatty, gurgling streams making glad music. As I praised God for His creation, I was renewed –a toddler energized after a good night’s sleep. Soon, I reached my bus stop in North Terrace and I eagerly made my way to Bonython Hall.

My beautiful young Sri Lankan friend Chehara was receiving her Masters degree that day. Her charming Iraqi friend Nadine was at hand to greet me. Bonython Hall was a vast ornate chamber, numerous small glass windows spanning the length of the hall; high elaborate ceilings, resplendent wooden paneling around. Grand. The hall was packed with excited family and friends of the day’s new graduates. 273 students of the University of Adelaide were awarded their degrees. As each graduate went up for their award I prayed for them. I prayed that these 273 young people would have the opportunity of knowing Jesus; that they’d live lives full and authentic through Him. Nadine and I cheered Chehara as she went up to receive her certificate; our cameras clicked feverishly. It was a joyful occasion.

Afterwards, we took more pictures outdoors then made our way to a hall where the two girls disappeared to get professional pictures taken. I sat in a corner of the large auditorium fascinated by my surroundings. Students sat around tables – lunching; chatting; studying. The high fiber glass ceiling made it feel special– like an enormous habitable greenhouse. There was a noisy hum of happy conversation.

I loved seeing the array of fresh young faces – many international students among them. I relished the fact that this was a place of learning. I felt so good sitting there. I pretended for a little while that I was a student at the University. In fact, I almost envied the students. But then… on deeper reflection I realised of course that these students might not feel as enthusiastic as I did. It was easy for me to wish I was one as I sat there. But I wasn’t weighed down by work and studies as they would be. If I had four assignments to hand in the next few days, a never ending pile of reading to get through and insufficient sleep most nights –I probably wouldn’t feel half as eager. I might instead be weighed down; a pack mule walking the desert sands; straining to be free.

Yes, their perspective would almost certainly be different to mine. For a little while longer, I continued to revel in the fantasy that I was a student. I thought to myself then that I was enjoying the best of both worlds. I was ‘a student’ (in my imagination) – but also revelling in the joy and freedom and abandon of NOT being one. No assignments. No lectures. No pressure. No stress. The happiest kind of student.

We disciples of Jesus also live in two worlds – right here on earth but also in ‘another world’. We are free to enjoy the best of both worlds. We can delight in the beauty of Creation. We can enjoy nurturing relationships with God and with one another. We can create, work and play. But there’s more. When tough seasons arise we do have a unique perspective on life. Because of course we have eternity’s perspective. We who know Jesus don’t have to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders. We have a God who cares for us. Who will help us during our difficult times. Richard Foster says in his book ‘Celebration of Discipline’ that “we are called to a perpetual Jubilee of the Spirit.”

Here then are some ways God might ask me to enjoy the best of both worlds:

1. Live fully engaged in the present.

2. Trust Him implicitly. Every day. Every hour. Every moment.

3. Be joyful – not just when life is good but always.

4. Look beyond my circumstances into the loving face of Jesus.

5. Love extravagantly. Forgive freely. Share graciously.

6. Seek Justice. Show Mercy. Walk humbly with my God.

7. Delight in God's presence; enjoy the beauty of His Creation.

8. Worship. Pray. Praise. Give thanks. Constantly.

9. View God’s Hand in all of life - the good, the bad and the ugly.

10. Celebrate Life – soak in fields of Grace.

Life sometimes overwhelms me. I have to confess that many times I have failed to live in the present. I give into despair; I forget to dance in the rain. The good news though is that every day is a new day. I can decide to live from this moment on, enjoying the best of both worlds. Dancing in sunshine but also dancing in the rain. Knowing with full assurance that He who holds eternity also holds me in the palm of His Hand.

Come; join me as we delight in the best of Both Worlds!

^“For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit. Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone.” Ephesians 2:18-20

I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. John 10:10

Many years ago, I made an important discovery - I needed to wear sunglasses every time I was out in the sunshine. If I didn’t, the repercussions were extremely unpleasant. I’d see flashing lights in the corner of my eyes. I’d have awful bilious attacks. Even on days when the sunshine was dulled, my sunglasses had to be popped meticulously on my (odd looking) nose because the UV rays affected me even then. More recently I found that a dose of sunlight in my eyes gave me blurred vision. Not a happy experience. Now I’ve become extremely vigilant about wearing sunglasses when out and about.

I was delighted to discover that inexpensive sunglasses worked well for me. The last pair kept my eyes safe. Unfortunately, one day I found that an arm had broken off my sunglasses. It was time to buy a new pair. Wait a moment. I did have a new pair somewhere didn’t I? Months ago, I’d misplaced my sunglasses. I’d immediately bought another pair and had kept them somewhere safe for when I’d have need of them.

The problem was that my so called ‘safe places’ were often difficult to find. (Does that sound familiar?) They weren’t in my desk drawers; they weren’t inside my bedside cupboard; they weren’t inside my handbag. Oh dear.… where were they? I’d practically given up hope of finding them when I found them reposing lazily inside a box of envelopes. (Now why on earth did I place them there?) I pounced on them eagerly. How convenient that I had a new pair I could use the moment I needed them. In fact, I discovered that my new sunglasses were just as good as my old ones; if not better.

Many times in life I lose things which are precious to me. Things which are not ‘things’; intangible items. Like Relationships. Health. Hopes. Dreams. Of course Intangibles are far much more precious than mere objects. Several years ago, I’d spent 6 whole years job hunting. At the end of those 6 years I had only 1 interview. And no, sadly, I didn’t get the job. After that one failed interview I was very sad and very upset. But do you know - out of my loss sprang an astonishing gain. 

As a child I’d had a very special DREAM. To become a Writer.

Out of my failure then came something far more important than a mere job. Out of that loss came the fulfillment of my childhood dream. Wow! Thank you God. And what of those 6 long years? They were not wasted. On no! They were a preparation to my calling. I learnt then that when God closes one door, He also flings open a door I never knew existed, so He could lead me to fresh green pastures. In fact, life could even become exhilarating during such times, if I choose to trust Him. Because of course, God is always in control. And God knows what He is about.

Today I stand at crossroads. Once again I’ve lost something intangible. The future is scary. It lies before me - a dense forest. Daylight is fading. I haven’t a clue as to where to go or what to do. But God’s given me a new pair of glasses. My new ‘glasses’ protect me from the glare of uncertainty. They propel me forward. Earlier this year as I contemplated what the year might bring, God gave me two special verses. 

“I will instruct and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel and watch over you.” Psalm 32:8

“Whether you turn to the right or the left, your ears shall hear a voice behind you saying ‘This is the way, walk in it.’” Isaiah 30:21 

At that time I hadn’t understood why I would need them. Now I do. The past few months have been a season of grief, confusion, uncertainty. Today as I read the two verses again they fill me with hope; a wholesome meal to my hungry soul. My vision is not blurred or distorted anymore. My 'new glasses' will ensure I suffer no ‘bilious attacks’. I am safe. I am well.

My old glasses are broken; but I needn't have worried. Well before I needed them, God blessed me with a new pair of ‘glasses’ for my spiritual journey. My new glasses of truth assure me that He will continue to lead me. I am relieved...... but only for a moment. As I peer ahead, I notice that night is falling around me. It is too dark to see the way. My eyes grow wide in dismay. But once again, God’s Word whispers quiet encouragement into my listening ears. His Holy Spirit is within me. He will guide me.

Have you lost something? Does the future look bleak today? God's special glasses will work for you too. They offer fresh insight. Despair turns to hope; tears to joy; confusion replaced by clarity. The forest is murky and I can’t see beyond my nose. But His Word instructs me and there's light for just one step ahead.

I hear His Voice whisper in my ear: 

“My Presence will go with you and I will give you rest.” Exodus 33:14

His Presence makes all the difference.

I put on my new glasses.

And I take the first step.....

"I will lead the blind in ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them." Isaiah 42:16

When I was preparing for my season in bed earlier in the year, I made sure I was well stocked with an abundance of reading matter. I returned from a visit to the library with 3 shopping bags filled to the brim. My gallant men carried my heavy bags from the library to the car – bless them. I counted the books when I got home – there were 35 books in all. Not bad! Not bad at all! I was now ready for my period of hibernation.

As I recovered from my operation however, I found (to my dismay) that my supply of fiction books was insufficient. Every Saturday from then on, I’d ask my book-wise husband to bring me a few fiction books from the library. Of course he obliged – selecting books I thoroughly enjoyed. (Isn’t he clever?)

One of the books Shan brought me was entitled Jeeves and the wedding bells. I presumed it was yet another P.G. Wodehouse novel and I looked forward to burying my nose in it. I’ve read most Wodehouse books over the years, chuckling and laughing out loud over many of them. His witty language and intricate plots delighted me time and time again. A closer look however proved that this particular book wasn’t written by Wodehouse after all. It was written by an author named Sebastian Faulks.

Sebastian Faulks has done a great job. His language was almost as good as the grand author’s witty style; his characters and plot were believable. I thoroughly enjoyed the book. The best part was the ending - it was my kind of ending. At the risk of upsetting those who might like to read it, I’d like to share something nice. By the time you get to the last page of the book, Bertie Wooster is happily married. Isn’t that lovely? What better way to end the whole series than by giving the hero of the book a happy ending? I take my hat off to Sebastian Faulks. He got it right.

And you know, it wasn’t just the one book that had a satisfying conclusion. It was all of it – the entire Bertie Wooster saga ended on a gladsome note through this one final story. I’ve no doubt that P.G. Wodehouse himself would have heartily approved.  Sebastian Faulks named his book ‘A Homage to P.G. Wodehouse’. It did honour the creator of Bertie Wooster. Yes, it was a most satisfying conclusion.

Today I am paying homage myself. But not to P.G. Wodehouse or to Sebastian Faulks.  (Even though I do applaud their writing and thank them for the pleasure they’ve given me through their books.) My homage today is to the Author of Life. Jesus Christ. Yesterday we celebrated the most significant date on the Christian calendar. The day Jesus broke the curse of sin and death. When he rose again. When He triumphed over life and death. The day He gave us a sneak peak into the ending of our story; yours and mine. He too promises for our lives, a very satisfying conclusion.

Unlike P.G. Wodehouse and Sebastian Faulks – the Author who wrote the first story of life will also write its joyful conclusion – not that there will be a “conclusion” as we know it – because the story of life continues through Eternity. Today, on Easter Monday we rejoice. Jesus has overcome. He has overcome sin. He has overcome death. And through His death and resurrection He has opened a new and living way for us.

In the last 2 months, my life has been turned upside down. It's been a crazy roller coaster ride; dealing with bad news, death, loss, crises, sadness, pain and many bewildering moments. I’ve often felt I was a tiny boat, being frantically tossed about on life’s seas while menacing storms raged around me. And yet, the glory of the Easter story burns brightly in my heart today, like the light of a million stars in a cold, dark night; like the glow of silver moonlight that illumines the night sky; like the light of a little candle that burns fiercely in the midnight watch. As I type these words I reflect on all God has done for me. And I find my heart is bursting with a joy it cannot contain. A cup of joy that overflows; a fountain that bubbles forth fresh clear water; a gleeful child running excitedly in a lush green meadow on a perfect summer’s day.

The joy of God’s love and hope and goodness and beauty never dim. Life hands us difficult moments, people who hurt us, sadness, strife. We lose family and friends who are precious to us; things that cannot be replaced. Illness rears its ugly head; hard times befall us. But we do know that God has birthed a living hope within us. We are the resurrection people. We have a song in our hearts that can never be quenched. We have a hope that burns brightly within, no matter what the season.

So keep singing.

Keep hoping.

And keep the faith.

Our God reigns. He has conquered sin and death. And  this one thing we do know.

The Story of God has the most satisfying conclusion. 

The Very Best Ending of All.

On the morning of 24^th February, I was enjoying my daily Quiet Time when my peace was shattered. Two text messages beeped their way into my phone - one from my cousin Dharshi; the other from my friend’s daughter Suzanne. They both shared the same sad news. My friend Christine had died an hour ago. I put the phone down and wept. I wept at her loss. I wept for her husband and daughter. I wept that my friend died too soon.

Over the next week – all of us who knew Christine continued to grieve for her. I also struggled with feelings of guilt. I wished I’d done more for her. Christine and I shared many phone conversations last year while she was undergoing her cancer treatments. It was a privilege to listen to her and to pray with her. I was so glad I could catch up with her in December at our Mum and Me reunion in Sri Lanka. It was good to have one final long telephone conversation with her before I left back for Australia.

But when I look back now, I ask myself why I didn’t make time for a special visit with Christine. Why didn’t I do something more for her – to bring her a moment of joy? I don’t know the answer to that. The three weeks in Sri Lanka flew – in fact there were many friends I couldn’t connect with at all, simply because time was insufficient. When I did find time to visit Christine during that last week in Sri Lanka – I had developed a cold – not good for a cancer patient so I couldn’t visit her.

I feel sad now that I’d failed her; that I’d not done enough for her when I could. One morning afterwards, I’d been berating myself for not doing more for Christine when my son entered my room bringing in a mysterious parcel. It was from my friend – Penny, all the way from Bolivia NSW; an intriguing parcel. What was it I wondered.

As I opened the cardboard envelope, out tumbled a large gift covered in gorgeous wrapping paper. Inside was a feast of smaller gifts that delighted me. They were labeled perfectly. A little plastic water bottle for my bedside table (how very thoughtful), pretty glitter to paint my toenails with (loved it!), a little reading light to clip on my book (what a bright idea!), pens of all colours to write with (Ooo!), wild gourmet chocolates (mmm!), a special card which lifted my spirits (thank you Penny!). Her creativity and all she’d done to make her gifts just right, made it all the more unique. I was blown away. What an awesome, thoughtful precious GIFT! What a beautiful friend!

As I gazed at all of those gifts, I was enveloped by grace. Not only was it a gift from my friend Pen. It was also a package from God. There was God saying to me ‘It’s OK Anusha – yes, you could have done more for Christine. But it’s OK. My grace covers you all the time - when you do everything right; But also when you don’t do things right. When you listen to me and you obey my voice. But also when you fail and disappoint me. Even when you don’t get it right. I still love you. I love you always. Nothing you can do will make me love you more. Nothing you can do will make me love you less.”

I'm very grateful to my friend Pen for that remarkable gift sent because I was recuperating after my operation. Of course she blessed me deeply. But what I am mostly thankful for is that she had listened to God. Because, you see, God spoke to me very powerfully through her gift. It was as if He were standing there before me, His arms outstretched towards me, His wayward child, ready to wrap me in a warm embrace. I was reminded that God’s Grace is far far bigger than my sins or my mistakes. Sadly, there will be times I just don’t get it right. I stuff up. Hurt others. Make mistakes. Disappoint God.

The encouraging news however, is that my sins are not the end all and be all of life. God’s grace is. His love is greater than life itself. When I turn to Him in repentance, the undeserved goodness of God will cover my shortcomings. Perhaps I failed Christine in her last few months. I don't know. If so, it cannot be changed. But I can learn from it – to listen to God better in future – to reach out to others when possible. To be gracious with others for their own sins. I can learn to forgive – because I’m reminded again that I too am fallible. God’s amazing grace is worth shouting out from the rooftops. It’s changed my life over the last 40 years. It blesses my life today. The Bible tells me that while we were still sinners Christ died for us.

“Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:7, 8

This is a special Week when we remember all Jesus suffered on our behalf. He, the Author of Life was put to death on a cross over 2000 years ago, so that you and I could become part of the amazing story of God. And He offers all who come to Him the free gift of LIFE.

The Bible contains the greatest love story ever told. Have you read it?

The Bible tells us how we can receive life in all its fullness? Have you received it?

The Bible introduces us to the greatest Lover of all time.

Have you placed your hand in His?

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

Remember those "Hey… What was that about" moments? When you wrinkle your forehead and scratch your head in bewilderment? I experienced one of them last year. I returned home after the Christian Writer’s Getaway in October 2013, filled to the brim with God’s goodness and love, excited about my writing – connected with more beautiful Christian writers than ever before. I’d been soaked joyfully in my two big passions – (1) my walk with the God I love and (2) the writing that I love to do. I was invigorated in spirit, like I'd been on a long refreshing holiday in an exotic paradise.

There was one small aspect however that had disappointed me. I’d been scheduled to give two talks. Talking doesn’t come naturally to me. My tongue gets twisted. My mind gets fuzzy. My ideas get garbled. My hands tremble. My voice falters. No – I am not a natural speaker. A few years ago though, God nudged me towards speaking. Who was I to refuse? I plunged in with both feet. (And yes, my heart, mind and voice as well.) After awhile, something amazing occurred. Once I’d tottered my way through many a heart thumping moment and many a sweaty-palm season…. I actually started to enjoy myself.

I worked hard at having two presentable talks completed. And spent hours in preparation. When October arrived….I was ready. I flew off to Queensland on the wings of an eagle. It was all very exciting. My first talk on 'To write is to Bless" went very well. About 30 Christian writers attended it. I was deeply encouraged. And so, when it was time for my second talk, I expected at least 10 – 20 people to turn up. Did they? No. Should I say....a little bit less than that?

One lady walked in. But she was there simply to introduce both of us speakers. A few minutes later, another lady came in. Better! Ten minutes later, a man joined our ranks. He was a publisher. I was delighted that the audience had now swelled by 100%. It was soon time to begin. I did my best. I enjoyed myself. But I couldn’t help but wonder how relevant my talk was to those listening. The title of my talk was 'Dealing with Rejection'. I didn’t think any of them really needed it. Did they? Close to the end of the session, one more lady came in. (Thank you God). But afterwards, I scratched my head. I wondered what impact I’d made. Had I done anything worth doing during those 55 minutes? I’d been hoping I’d encourage many writers during my talk. Well – if not 20 or 30, at least 5 to 10 of them. But there were just 3 writers. And as far as I could make out, none of them really needed that talk.

Fast forward two weeks. An email from the Organiser of the conference tumbled into my in box one day. Guess what! She informed me that one of those present had said my talk was ‘really great’. (Her words not mine) Fancy that! The Organiser asked if I’d write an article on it for the next newsletter. I was thrilled. Wait…. there was more. Not only that – but I would even get paid for it. Wow!

It’s 7 years since I launched my writing career. I’ve written umpteen stories and articles. I’ve sometimes got paid in kind when I’ve received copies of books I’ve contributed to. But this was the very first time I was offered payment for an article. What an encouragement. Remember my query – ‘What was that about?’ Well…. My question was answered. Something good came of it after all.

1. Someone had liked it

2. I was getting paid to turn it into an article.

Even better, it was a reminder. Confirmation to me that when God asks me to do something – I should go ahead and do it. There may be times when I won’t have a clue as to what the outcome would be. Times when I wonder if I have accomplished anything worthwhile. But the truth is that I don’t really need to know what it’s about.

All I need to do is to be faithful to what He calls me to.

Is there something God called you to which seems to be left hanging in the air? Are you puzzled as to its outcome? If you have done what He asked you to – you may be sure there will be fruit from it. Not always obvious. But yes, good will spring forth out of what you have done in obedience to His call. God knows the outcome. And you can surely trust Him with it.

"So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything but only God, who makes things grow." 1 Corinthians 3:7

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9

Last Tuesday was a grey day – it was grey without; it was grey within. When I woke up, the sky looked overcast. A few drops of rain fell softly as more rain clouds gathered, casting shadows over my garden. My recent season of loss had resulted in pain, sadness and tears. I was off to the village for the first time in 9 weeks which should have made me very happy. But my heart wasn’t singing as usual. The day’s somber colours matched my dark mood; like a coat that was too large and too heavy on my shoulders.

I got into my car, turned on the ignition and sped off to the village. Two hours later, I was done - my scraggly tresses  trimmed beautifully by Franco my faithful Italian barber. I’d bought a few necessities. I’d smiled and talked to folk at the shopping centre. But inside me I was still sad and dejected. A deep grey inside. Yes, it was still a grey day.

As I emerged outdoors however I looked around in surprise. A few hours earlier when I’d entered the shopping centre, my surroundings had been dressed in dark clothes of mourning. Now it had changed into bright summer attire – with golden sunbeams dancing far and wide. I was happily surprised. On one side of the sky were still numerous grey clouds. But the other side was completely different. It was filled with the brightness of the sun; plenty of blue sky in its wake with a few soft white cotton clouds ambling along.

It was then God spoke to me. “My child, you could choose to focus on your losses or you could choose to focus on all you have left. Which would you choose?” I listened to Him. He was right. I was silly to gaze at my losses. What I had left was more than I needed. An awesome, loving family; a comfortable home, food to eat, clothes to wear, friends who cared, eyes to see His world, ears to hear God's music, feet to (almost) dance with…. All I needed. And more. Much more than I deserved.

I also had sunshine, hope, Jesus, the Word to savour, blogs to write, books to read, God’s beautiful creation to enjoy. Life in all its fullness. That evening as I wended my way on my evening walk, I discovered more joys to delight in. The deep lush green of the Oval grass, beautiful blue green mountains in the distance, a dark sky glowing with a hidden sun all breathed life and hope to my spirit. “Yes Lord” I whispered. ‘Thank you for showing me how rich I am. Thank you so much.”

I returned home. Out by our front door - the sky was still grey. But when I stepped out of my back door I found that a thrilling sky-show was in progress – what a glorious sunset it was! The grey clouds were still abundant. But they now contrasted beautifully with radiant orange clouds. I was mesmerized. I rushed indoors to grab my camera. I clicked that camera many times over. And then, I stored all of that beauty within my heart as I breathed another ‘thank you’ to my awesome Creator.

The choice continues to be mine today. As it does every day of my life. I can always choose what I focus on. Sorrows or Joys; losses or gains; what I don’t have or what I do. Jesus asks me to loosen my grip on the things that matter to me. It’s only then He can fill my hands with His own treasures. Some days are grey days. But the glad truth is that with Jesus as Lord and Saviour and King, even my grey days become ‘Yay- days’ as I walk with Him with a steadfast spirit, eyes of faith and a heart that clings to Him.

On what shall I gaze today?

At my losses? Or upon my gains?

At yesterday’s sorrows? Or on tomorrow’s hope?

At the distracting world around me? Or upon the loving face of Jesus?

“Finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.” Philippians 4:8

After my first operation 14 months ago, I acquired something unusual. We stopped at our local chemist on our way back from hospital. My husband went inside. Ten minutes later he came out carrying something I’d never needed before. Its shiny handle was a chestnut brown; the length of our new acquisition was a polished gold. Its bottom was fitted snugly with a chocolate brown rubber stopper to ensure it wouldn’t slip when being used. It was well crafted; shiny; new. A handy walking stick.

I leant on that walking stick as I took my first steps from our car and inside our home. I used it often during those early days. It helped me feel secure as I limped along in a strange blue boot the hospital staff had fitted on my foot. When my next operation came around this year, we didn’t need to buy a new walking stick because of course we already had one. I found it very useful once more as I wobbled my way from the car to my bedroom. Even now, my walking stick continues to be handy. Every morning, as I part my bedroom curtains to welcome the world in, my walking stick obliges. I use it to deftly flick the curtain and move it as far back as I can. Yes, it is a handy walking stick.

The other day, the serviette I usually fasten on my blouse when I have meals in bed had fallen under my bed. What did I do? Bending and reaching for things with my operated foot isn’t easy to do. My faithful acquisition came to my rescue. I fished the serviette out by yanking it with my walking stick. Yes, it is a handy walking stick.

When our air conditioning didn’t work too well on hot humid summer days, I used it to open the shutters of the air conditioning. When it got too cold I used it again to close the shutters. Yes, it is a handy walking stick.

I’ve been studying an excellent book recently on love, one written by Dr Ajith Fernando. It’s called ‘Reclaiming love – Radical relationships in a complex world". Among many other gems in the book, I discovered a very thought provoking statement: 

‘Love is an end in itself.’ 

It made me reflect deeply. I seem to use that walking stick at present for every purpose than what it was intended for. Sad to say there are times I might use love in the same way - to perform a task it was not meant for – as a means to an end; not as an end in itself. For instance, I might show love so I’d gain another’s approval; or that I’d receive her love. I might show love because it is what’s expected of me, not because I’m a loving person. Love might sometimes be a carrot I selfishly dangle in order to get what I want.

The more I thought about the statement, the more depth I discovered. What a blessed realisation. Love is an end in itself. Just as I often use my walking stick to my advantage but not for the purpose it was made for – you and I might sometimes be tempted to use love to our advantage.

But is that love? Is that love?

• Showing love to others is not so I can earn merit for being a good person.

• It is not so that the person I show love towards someone who will love me back.

• It is not so I can earn brownie points from God.

• It’s not so I can obtain what I want.

Love is an end in itself.

I’d been reflecting about a friend I cared about; worrying about her future. I wanted to know she would be OK. When I read this sentence God spoke deep into my heart. “You have loved her Anusha. And that is enough. The rest is up to me.” What balm it was to me that day. Love is always enough. What a wonderful perspective. So…. let me not use love as I used my walking stick; to perform a different task than what it’s been created for. Let me use it to express the same grace and love that God has showered upon me.

“Dear Friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.” 1 John 4:11, 12

‘We love, because He first loved us.” 1 John 4:19

Rhonda Pooley invited me to my Writing Process Blog Tour. Rhonda has been writing for many years. She describes herself among other things as "being as much  in love with the English Language as she has ever been". Sounds wonderful! Her book 'Cambodian Harvest' is due to be out on April 1st. Very exciting. Congratulations Rhonda and may it bring in a rich harvest for the kingdom.

You will find her at jrpoo40.blogspot.com.au/2014/03/my-writing-process-blog-tour-melissa.html?spref=fb

What am I working On?

Good Question.

1. I’m presently hunting energetically to find publishers for my six completed books which are: a) A Children’s picture book, b) A Children’s chapter book, c) Three Devotional Books and 4) A non fiction Christian book.

2. I’m also working on my first adult fiction book but it looks like that project might take forever…!  Stay tuned!

3. I’m writing an article for the Golden Pen magazine about living life to the full.

4. And of course I continue to produce my weekly blog as always. (I’ve presently 143 new blog ideas in the pipeline – pity I don't have a few more hours each day to write them all as fast as I'd like!)

My latest Blog can be seen at anusha-atukorala.webnode.com/news/a-simple-rubber-band/

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I like to think my writing is unique! My first book ‘Enjoying the Journey’ was an inspirational non fiction book written to bless and encourage others in their walk with God. I’ve discovered that it’s had an appeal for all ages; from small children to mature, older folk. I’m told that many families have used it for their family devotions. I have written 2 sequels to it and trust I can get them published in the next few years.

God’s been challenging me to try different types of writing every year. This has been most enjoyable and keeps me learning new things all the time and I don’t get stale. For the first time in the 7 years I’ve been writing, I felt this year that I was losing some of my sparkle. But God (being God) intervened. He plonked me down in bed for 3 months and gave me a great recuperation time after my latest foot operation. It’s provided me with what I’ve  needed – a fresh perspective, fresh vision, new creativity and most importantly a deeper walk with the Lord all of which is the fuel for my writing.

Why do I write what I do?

Over the years, even as my own walk with God has deepened – I’ve longed to help others also experience His goodness and reality in deeper ways. What better way to do so than to through my writing? I’m passionate about encouraging others and helping them grow in their own journeys with Jesus.

In writing my first adult novel, my aim is to speak into the hearts of those who have never known God in their lives into discovering Him for themselves. If someone were to seek and find Jesus through my writing - that would be a dream realised.

How does my writing process work?

Process? Hmmm! What process? I didn’t know I had one! 

I find God showing me His reality often through every day life – and I use these little nuggets to share God truth. I am constantly bombarded by ideas –– which in fact were the base of my first published book, Enjoying the Journey.

As for novel writing – my first children’s fiction book was a real adventure. I loved writing it – and it happened very quickly because I had to finish it in a month to meet the deadlines of a  writing competition. My first Adult novel though has been very different. It has been SLOW getting off ground. I am presently reading and studying all I can about fiction writing and also planning my book in depth before I plunge into the actual writing. So it’s taking a lot of time. Usually I jump in with little preparation.

Editing is the best part of any writing process. I love refining my writing over and over again – one of the distinct pleasures of my writing life. Does that sound strange? Perhaps it is! But then – we writers are a little weird, I have to confess! And perhaps I might add (in case some of my fellow writers are present) - we are weird but wonderful! 

Next week you will meet Adele Jones on the Writing Process Blog Tour. 

Adele Jones lives in Queensland, Australia. Her writing is inspired by a passion for family, faith, friends, music and science – and her broad ranging imagination. Adele's a prolific writer. Her YA SciFi novel 'Integrate' was awarded the CALEB unpublished manuscript prize 2013, and is due for release through Rhiza Press in September 2014. You can read more on www.rhizapress.com.au. 

Adele's second novel, 'A Devil's Ransom' is also due for release in 2014. It's a historical maritime fiction novel  published through the Rose & Crown inspirational romance imprint of UK based Sunpenny Publishing www.roseandcrownbooks.com. Adele says she seeks to take people on an exploratory journey of self; of life, in all aspects—irrespective of genre. She sees writing as an opportunity to connect with a reader’s soul. She hopes they have fun, but she also wants them to feel they’ve been whisked away on a mini-journey and touched on a deep level through her writing.

So come along and meet Adele next Monday March 24th on her own Writing Process Blog tour. You will not be disappointed. www.adelejonesauthor.com/blog

As I’ve poured over the Word during my daily times with Jesus, a Bible verse would often grab me and speak into my heart. I’d copy it on a small piece of paper and add it to my growing collection. I would then place it in a little see-through plastic box. Subsequently, I’d pull the verses out from time to time and re-read them with the hope of memorizing those precious gems of truth.  

I now have a sizable collection of such verses. In fact, I’ve just counted them all – there are 192 verses to date. I’m not sure how many have been retained in my memory (alas my memory rarely serves me as well as it should), but I do enjoy picking a verse now and then to read and savour. The ones buried in my heart are like delicious pieces of chocolate hidden in an inside pocket to pop into my mouth when needed. The difference of course is that once I eat a piece of chocolate it vanishes for good. Not so with God's word. It stays there forever; it builds me up continually and others too when I share with them.

When I was preparing for my 3 months hibernation in January, I placed all those little verses inside a large envelope and put the envelope into a drawer by my bed. I hoped to do more memorising during this season. To my annoyance however, whenever I tried to take the verses out to have a read, all the little papers would invariably fall out of the envelope. It happened far too often. Very frustrating!

After picking them all up for the fifth time, I realised that an envelope was obviously not the best place to put them in. If I could have stuck the flap over, they’d have been safe. But that wasn’t practical. I’d have to tear the envelope open when I next wanted a verse out. And use a brand new envelope each time. No – not practical! It was then that a simple solution presented itself to me. Why not tie a rubber band around the envelope? Why not? Why didn’t I think of it earlier? (Brains, Anusha! Brains!) I clambered off my bed and hobbled to my desk drawer. I took out a rubber band. I placed it around my bulging envelope. And voila! I haven’t any trouble since.

A simple rubber band did the trick. As I reflected on what occurred - a verse from scripture came to mind. "Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8. I like it; don’t you? What does it mean? When relationships get into a mess, I have an antidote. Love. A covering? Yes a covering. Just like that rubber band kept my bible verses safe, love also keeps things safe. It's also like an eraser. Love will rub out another's sin through forgiveness. 

And above all things have fervent love for one another, for love will cover a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4 verse 8

Here are some of the pictures that it brings to my mind:

• When someone makes an unkind remark, place a covering of love over it and it will soon be forgotten.  

• When a friend sins against me, let love in the form of forgiveness cover her sin.

• When I feel let down by those I expected help from – remember that special covering of love. Expect less. Give more.

• When someone offers me unwanted advice – don't mind it. Place a love covering over it? Heed wise words. Ignore the rest.

• When in doubt over life’s little mysteries – remember to bring out my love cover. It will protect me and protect my relationships.

• When the actions or words of another irritate me – use love to rub it out and don’t make a big deal of it.

• When helping others in their difficulties – try a protective covering over them. Love of course. Sharing, helping, being the hands and feet of Jesus.

• When life is frenzied and I am needed by too many – put on a beautiful love covering over every relationship. And let love have its day.

• When hurt and in despair – don’t forget to hide inside God’s love covering – warm and secure.

Yes, love wins every time. But of course, I first need to ask God for a special portion of His love – so I will have plenty to share with others.  

“Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.” Colossians 3:12-14