A defined moment /1

After a few glorious rain and flood in Sydney. Monday 10 Feb the rain suddenly stopped. It feels we have been all into Noha’s ship and a dove has been sent for a dry land, we suddenly saw the sign of it and we all happily😀 landed now.

I finished Heaven is for real by Todd Burpo and my review is available on Goodreads. Now i am on my third book , reading Confessions by Saint Augustine, oh it is a heavy readying , it seems I am not that fan of classic books.

” O Lord , Our God, under the covering of your wings we set our hope. Protect us and bear us up. It is you who will carry us; you will bear us up from our infancy until old age. When you are our firm support, then it is firm indeed. But when our support rests in our own strength, it is infirmity. Or good is life with you for ever, and because we turned away from that, we became twisted. Let us know return to you that we may not be overturned. Our good is life with you and suffers no deficiency; for you yourself are the good. We have no fear that there is no home to which we may return because we fell from it. During our absence our house suffers no ruin; it is your eternity. ”  -Saint Augustine

When you read those lines you feel there is an honesty in the words , there is a sense of confession and turning to God. I enjoy reading book of confessions by Him , although it is a bit hard for me to be honest; but slowly i am getting into heart of Augustine. He is ruin because of his good friend passed away and because of that he moved to another city without telling his mother which was the closest person that time. Until now He is telling all the way he went and came back to God. I think , he did not have many friends. He was a clever man, looking for the right path of life, he found no eternity in maths and arts as he was in live with those things and so intelligent.  If you are asking me , i think he was memorised bible verses line by line and he has eaten them all. He sticked and injected them all into his life story.

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I remember my life, if God was not there for me, if he did not call me to do what i do now , I was a miserable worldly person with no defined purpose. When Jesus made himself real to me , I was not aware of that at all. I was daydreaming, But He; with his goodness grace rescued me and put on the rock. Before my first year school , I always wanted to see school’s door and this was my puzzled question from my mum: ” what does it look like?” ” I want to see school’s door” . When the time came in , when i arrived there; i said to myself :” this is the school’s door that everyone’s enter it?!! “. My curious mind did not know that ” this is it!” I guess i was naive whatever you wanna call it! But , Honestly; God was there. He went before me and prepared the whole school for my arrival. He was counting my tears on my cheeks , as He was looking into my eyes and saying ” Oh my little child, don’t cry “, I was speechless.  He sent his angels to protect me , I was naive but He was artful. I wanted to know more , More about life and people around me.  I was full excited about future and what the unknown holding for me. I wanted to climb the mountain to reach there as i was blown away with his stillness and as a child i was learning to be like Him.

I was looking for a better life. A better life ahead. In a small village next to caspian sea , I have not even discovered the town around me. I’ve been so happy where i was. enough joy within me but God had another plan and new direction for my life.

I’ll talk to you about this more..let’s take a cuppa tea and enjoy the reading moment.

 

Written By

Dariush Youkhaneh

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