Glimpses of Heaven

There is a sense in these words : "So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow." (1 Corinthians 3:7)
I've always been amazed by the perfection of nature, and wandered often how come should I be pleased in believing that everything  appeared just like that through "Big-bang", when there is so much diversity and intelligence in everything that has been created!?  There can't be just it, but an extraordinary mind must have thought and create everything, and that mind is Him who's name is "I Am Who I Am". The theory of evolution can't sustain herself, and cannot stay firm in the front of an open minded person  who is willing to know the truth. How much sadness there is in the fact that many  people are thankful enough just by adopting the ideologies of others without searching any further...
Indeed the way of Christianity is not an easy way, and I would rather say it is the hardest, but once you've  lived these words :  "Oh, taste and see how good in the Lord." (Psalm 34:8), nothing can ever sound deeper and real than this, and you keep going forward through valleys and over hills, knowing  that at the end of the road the everlasting kingdom waits for you, and in the front of it with arms wide open there is Him in all of His splendor and goodness saying : "Well done, good and trustworthy servant!...Come and share your master’s joy!" (Mathew 25:23)  
The way of Christianity does not keep you away from hardships, and I dare to say that you'll have to face more difficulties  than any other people who are not following this path. But once you have been touched by the love of Christ you cannot step backward, and every effort and sacrifice is worthy of Him. As the gold is proved by fire, so must the Christians be tested, so that the faith that is in them would be proved real and not being just a passing emotion. I've seen so many times the beauty that comes outside from a soul who was tested in fire, and oh, what a wonderful view, to see the realness of faith in a human, how the beauty of victory makes him more taller then the entire world...
The Wonder it's You, God... the wonder it's us and every glimpse of Heavenly beauty left on Earth that spurs us to think that The Everything is more than here, now..

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Exista un sens suprem in  cuvintele : "...nici cel ce sădeşte, nici cel ce udă nu sunt nimic; ci Dumnezeu, care face să crească. " 1 corinteni 3:7
Intotdeauna m-am minunat de perfectiunea naturii  si m-am intrebat adesea, cum sa fiu multumita de gandul ca totul a aparut asa "Bing-Bang" si ca Universul in toata splendoarea lui este doar rezultatul evolutiei, cand exista atat de multa diversitate si inteligenta in tot ce este creat!? Nu se poate ca totul sa fie doar atat, ci o minte extraordinara trebuie sa fi gandit si creat totul, si aceea  trebuie sa fie a Lui, "Eu Sunt Cel Ce Sunt".  Teoria evolutionismul nu se poate sustine pe ea insasi, si nu poate sta in picioare in fata unei minti deschise spre a cunoaste adevarul. Cata tristete in faptul ca oamenii  in general,  se multumesc sa adopte  ideologii constatate de altii si nu cauta mai departe de atat...
Cu adevarat crestinismul nu este o cale usoara, ba chiar este cea mai grea, dar odata ce ai avut parte de "Gustati si  vedeti ce bun este Domnul!"(Psalmul 34:8) nimic nu mai poate rasuna la fel de adevarat in tine insuti, si mergi inaintand prin vai si peste dealuri, stiind ca la capatul drumului  se iveste Cetatea Vesnica, in fata careia asteapta Creatorul, Tatal,  in toata bunatatea si frumusetea Lui spunand : "Bine rob bun si credincios... intra in bucuria stapanului Tau." (Matei 25:23)
Calea crestinismului nu te fereste de necazuri, ba uneori ai parte de mai multe necazuri pentru ca se da o lupta pentru fiecare suflet in parte, si la fel ca aurul, crestinul trebuie sa treaca prin foc, ca astfel credinta lui sa se dovedeasca a fi reala si nu doar o emotie trecatoare, iar din fiecare vale prin care trece, crestinul iese  tot mai frumos... tot mai inalt.. :)
Minunea Esti Tu Doamne... minunea suntem noi si toate sclipirile de frumusete cereasca lasate pe Pamant, care ne indeamna sa gandim ca nu e totul, atat, aici, acum...


when home means fellowship

There are a few weeks since we don't longer have a place called our home and we're on our way to find one, but the word HOME can have different significations, and one of them is fellowship.  Home is a word which for me is related to a sense of belonging, it is a personal universe where you are totally free and in which every corner and object creates a beautiful balance because it is your place, your stuffs,  and also because everything is charged with memories. I was wondering, isn't that the fellowship with dear people contains the same amount of attributes?! I've lived so often the feeling of home in the middle of fellowships, but I've never immersed myself in these thoughts until now... There is a Bible verse in my mind regarding this, and it is found in Matthew 18:20 : "For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” How much beauty can be found in these words.. how much beauty can be found in the logic of God's creation!
This illustration it's not only about my present experiences, but also about my childhood which is full of moments around the table, and not because we were a gourmand family :p but because this was our way of life, especially at my grandmothers house, where in almost all of the holidays we gathered together with aunts, uncles, cousins! I still wonder how come that we all fitted in the house! :)) I remember that since the first warm beams of spring would sow up, until the beginning of the rain season in autumn, we used to eat outside under the old lime tree where we used to have a green-blue wooden table, covered with a brown floral mat, as I remember.... There are a lot of things to tell about that place, that time...hmm.. I think beautiful memories are the most precious gifts that a child can receive, I feel so blessed that I've had such a beautiful childhood. My wish is that one day I would write and illustrate some of these memories and turn them into a book!  What a dream... :)


Cand acasa inseamna partasie

De o vreme nu mai avem un loc numit acasa al nostru ci suntem in cautarea lui, dar cuvantul in sine poate avea mai multe semnificatii, iar unul dintre ele este partasia.  ACASA este un cuvant care pentru mine este legat de un sentiment al apartenentei, al sigurantei, si al unui univers propriu in care esti liber si in care fiecare colt si obiect creaza un echilibru frumos pentru ca este locul tauincarcat cu amintiri.  Ma intrebam, nu cumva si partasia cu oamenii dragi contine in ea insasi tot amalgamul acesta de atribute?!  Am trait adesea sentimentul de acasa in mijlocul partasiilor dar nu m-am adancit niciodata pana acum in gandurile acestea.  In Matei 18:20 este un verset drag cu privire la partasie: „Căci acolo unde sînt doi sau trei adunaţi în Numele Meu, sînt şi Eu în mijlocul lor.” Cata frumusete in cuvintele acestea... cata frumusete in logica si echilibrul creat de Dumnezeu!:)
 Ilustratia pe care am facut-o poarta in ea nu doar gandurile si trairile prezente ci si franturi din copilaria mea care este plina de momente in jurul mesei, si nu pentru ca am fi fost o familie de gurmanzi :p dar asa era randuiala la noi, mai ales la bunica unde mai in toate vacantele se strangeau matusi, unchi, verisori, plus noi care eram vreo 7! Si acum stau si ma gandesc unde incapeam cu totii! :))  Imi amintesc ca incepand de la primele adieri calde ale primaverii si pana toamna cand dadeau primele ploi, mancam adesea afara sub teiul batran din curte, unde era mereu o masa de un gri-albastrui din lemn, cu sertar pe mijloc si pe care era asezata o musama cu imprimeu floral.  Ar fi mult de povestit despre timpurile si locurile acelea... hmm...  ma gandesc ca amintirile frumoase sunt cel mai pretios dar pe care il poti darui unui copil, sunt binecuvantata ca am putut avea parte de o astfel de copilarie.. Poate intr-o zi voi ilustra si scrie din aceste amintiri, si apoi le voi aduna intr-o poveste. Ce vis frumos... :)