Everyone has undoubtedly a tiny dream or wish that still needs to be materialised. For a person who is not a pilot, he may still dream to sit in the pilot's seat n taxi an aeroplane down the runway. For a person who has never acted before, he may wish to one day be in the limelight. Evidently,such small tiny dreams do not escape God's loving eyes and He eventually bestows these imaginings to every mortal at some point in his/her life.For me, I'd always dreamt to be in a worship team and lead. God has lovingly allowed me the first part of my dream and I was the backup singer for Ashraya's worship team. The latter part of my desire was yet to materialise.
God decided to give me that chance on Friday,14th Sept.2007 where I was to lead a bunch of children aged from 10-17 yrs,in worship. My friend,who was organising the whole camp, asked me,a few days back, if I could lead the worship team. I blindly said yes! I was jittery and nervous on Friday morning when I woke up as I realised how tough it can be to lead a congregation however small or big it is. I have always looked up to many a worship leader with awe and inspiration,admiring the way they could lead the crowd into worshipping the Lord.
I prayed with all my heart that God lead me to say the right words at the right time. I simply love the way my Big Daddy speaks to me. He spoke to me through Jeremiah 1:4-10. Whatever the Lord spoke Jeremiah thousands of years ago, had perfect connection to what my prayer was that morning. The verses gave me such strength that I knew God would help me. The enemy (a stupid fool) tried deviating me in many ways ranging from a slight fever to a conked out watch to a small fight with a loved one. His last attempt at stopping me was through a Panadol tablet that almost choked me. Well,sad for him, nothing stopped me!
The camp went well. Needless to say, the kids were from a traditional church,yet God moved their hearts to respond to the worship songs,much to the disapproval of the orthodox teachers. The children responded well, but the hesitation was evident. Nevertheless, the need to worship and love God is very evident and we volunteers grabbed that opportunity. The kids enjoyed the games and other activites,and the sweltering heat did not melt out their excitement.
Looking back, I might not have achieved much.In fact, I might have achieved nothing considering my lack of qualification in leading a worship team where music chords are just a bunch of alphabets to me.But I thoroughly enjoyed the chance God bestowed upon me and I sincerely hope He will be gracious to give me another opportunity to serve Him through music! All glory to my God!!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Girl power!!!
Strolling down the memory lane of my Life prompted me to jot down these few words. For some inexplicable reason, I want to relive the golden chapters onf my life- My college days.
The first 16 years of my life saw me sharing books, playing games and competing for marks with both guys and girls. So, stepping into a world of ONLY girls had me thinking if I'd ever have fun. But my apprehensions belied the reality I encountered in my three years spent in Women's Christian College, Chennai. My school mates thought I was living a drab life without boys, as they were having a pretty decent time in their co-ed colleges. But little did they know about the crazy fun I had with my girls. Girls on their own, can go wild and we had a fantabulous time.
The 3 years I spent in WCC taught me so many things. I have learnt to be independent and think on my own two feet. When guys are involved in any thing, girls tend to depend on them to do every single thing, from answering the professor to organising any cultural event. But, in WCC, we girls learnt to do anything and everything from scratch. Give us raw materials, and we mastered the art of producing full blown culturals, Food fairs, College plays and the list can go on.
We girls, had our own fun. We enjoyed our hostel days of pulling each other's leg, calling out to our friends to come for lunch or dinner, bunk classes in the name of 'going to the loo' and then sneak into our dorms for a quick nap, dressing up for any festival or event or even a weekend day out, running into hostel just seconds away from curfew time, groaning and moaning over 'barely' edible hostel food, having a once-in-a-while night out, looking forward to Special dinners, pleading with the Co-ordinator and Warden for permission to attend the next-door-boys'-college culturals or some concert held, stealing each other's toiletries in the common bathrooms, heaving heavy buckets of water when there were water shortages, planning every weekend, swatting mosquitoes, and last but not the least, having a wonderful fellowship in our college chapel...basically,having fun!
I would do anything to turn back time and relive all these happy-go-lucky days. I'm thankful to God that He blessed with a really good college and wonderful friends that these memories will always remain as fresh and beautiful as ever.
The first 16 years of my life saw me sharing books, playing games and competing for marks with both guys and girls. So, stepping into a world of ONLY girls had me thinking if I'd ever have fun. But my apprehensions belied the reality I encountered in my three years spent in Women's Christian College, Chennai. My school mates thought I was living a drab life without boys, as they were having a pretty decent time in their co-ed colleges. But little did they know about the crazy fun I had with my girls. Girls on their own, can go wild and we had a fantabulous time.
The 3 years I spent in WCC taught me so many things. I have learnt to be independent and think on my own two feet. When guys are involved in any thing, girls tend to depend on them to do every single thing, from answering the professor to organising any cultural event. But, in WCC, we girls learnt to do anything and everything from scratch. Give us raw materials, and we mastered the art of producing full blown culturals, Food fairs, College plays and the list can go on.
We girls, had our own fun. We enjoyed our hostel days of pulling each other's leg, calling out to our friends to come for lunch or dinner, bunk classes in the name of 'going to the loo' and then sneak into our dorms for a quick nap, dressing up for any festival or event or even a weekend day out, running into hostel just seconds away from curfew time, groaning and moaning over 'barely' edible hostel food, having a once-in-a-while night out, looking forward to Special dinners, pleading with the Co-ordinator and Warden for permission to attend the next-door-boys'-college culturals or some concert held, stealing each other's toiletries in the common bathrooms, heaving heavy buckets of water when there were water shortages, planning every weekend, swatting mosquitoes, and last but not the least, having a wonderful fellowship in our college chapel...basically,having fun!
I would do anything to turn back time and relive all these happy-go-lucky days. I'm thankful to God that He blessed with a really good college and wonderful friends that these memories will always remain as fresh and beautiful as ever.
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