Delivered From PTSD

Hey all,

Today I'm going to let you all in on a little piece of my life...and though this is just a piece of my life, it was an experience that almost destroyed me.

July 23rd, 2011...it was a Saturday and my husband and I were having a late breakfast. Somewhere in the whole mix, we had a little accident and I hurt myself...sure I have heard many of the rumours surrounding the events...have even had them told to my face...people said that I had tried to kill myself...I laugh because I think I'm the type that would be too coward to do such a thing...I feared God waaaaay too much to do that...but there I stood with a gaping hole in my forearm. I could see my tendons...though I must admit I was not in any immediate pain...maybe I was in too much shock to feel anything, because I had expected to see a scratch (since that was what I had felt...a little scratch).

I still remember the incident like if it had occurred just this morning...I can remember the fear and panic, the weakness I had felt in my body as I thought that I was going to die...seeing my blood dripping everywhere. I was horrified. Thank God for my husband's quick actions and my God-given ability moments later to calm down and think clearly, else the adrenaline rush would have caused me to bleed faster. The piece of ceramic which had cut me had missed all tendons and arteries...praise God! I was fine...or so I had thought.

Of Grieving and Healing: In Honor of Deva Dookeram

Recently I lost someone that I had loved very much. A student of mine that I had become very close to "lost his battle with cancer" and passed away. To sum it all up, my heart was badly wounded. We had all been praying for his healing and deliverance, but also prayed for the will of God to be accomplished in this situation, whether he lived or died, we knew that God had a plan.

When Deva passed away, nothing my husband had said could have comforted me. It hurt like hell, and to be honest, it still does at times...but my sorrow has greatly diminished. I love these children as if they had come out of my own womb, and when this one died, I felt as if I had lost my son. No, I am not a parent, but I have listened to many a heartache, and shared in many an accomplishment; prayed for, fought for and ran after enough of them to know what it feels like to not want to lose at least one.

I knew that Deva was a believer in Christ and I believed that he would be found in Heaven, he had said that he was ready to go Home...but what tore at my heart was guilt. Guilt that I felt like I could have done more for him...been more present. The day before he died, as usual, he was asking for me. I didn't go to visit him that day because I was at another hospital in another part of the country rejoicing in my nephew's BIRTH. I had planned to go the following day to visit Deva, only to receive a phone call that he had passed away. This really shook me up...if only I had gone the previous day to visit him instead...! I felt like I had disappointed him in the last few days of his life, so my grief was intensely multiplied.

While seeking answers and comfort, I was reminded of the verse "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." (Ps 116:15 KJV). I guess that did it for me. My heart is more at peace knowing that it had pleased the Lord to take him home. I don't know what the Psalmist was going through when he wrote Ps 116, but from the looks of it, he had great sorrow also...the good news is that, according to him, God delivered his "soul from death", his "eyes from tears", and his "feet from falling" (vs 8). God is well able to what He said He would do...and just as amazing as He is, He always had a plan!!

Before Deva's death, he was in regular church attendance...but he was the only one from his family that did so...now that he has passed on from this world and onto the next, his family has started to attend church and want to get baptised. Maybe that was a part of God's plan all along. We have not lost, but rather we have gained. This family is such a joy to be around, and I am happy to know them. One day, when we all get to Heaven, we will all rejoice together.

Keep looking up,
Krystal

Rest in Him

Good day Kingdom Women!

The above photograph was taken by my husband on Monday. We had gone up to Las Cuevas with his uncle and family for his uncle's birthday and had such a great time. Las Cuevas is truly beautiful...especially at sunset. I think what I had enjoyed most about our little outing on Monday was that it was the first time in a very long time that I had gotten to spend some quality time with my husband...and though others were there also, I was just grateful for the little moments in between that we had the opportunity to share with each other. Life has been so very hectic lately. It's been so hectic that I did not even get the opportunity to blog! And that's what I wanted to write about today.

I read somewhere once that the word BUSY should stand for Being Under Satan's Yolk.

Entertaining God

Please view the following video before proceeding to read this post:

Isaiah 29:13 says: "Wherefore the Lord said, Forasmuch as this people draw near me with their mouth, and with their lips do honour me, but have removed their heart far from me, and their fear toward me is taught by the precept of men".

It is now time for us to get real with ourselves. Many people when first viewing the above video took offence. They were upset because they thought to themselves "What mockery!". Sadly, they would have misinterpreted the true intention of the "actors/worshippers" and missed the point that they were trying to make...they would have missed the point that this is the sad reality of the modern church. Although we may not sing these songs quite like what is depicted above, our hearts might sing them very often and we may not even realise it. God Himself said that many honour Him with their lips but are separated from Him in their hearts...that, that which is perceived to be reverence, is merely an act that was taught to them by mortal man! Please don't be angry with me, God is the One Who said it.

The Christian Woman and MakeUp

Author: Krystal Husain

“N

ow when Jehu came to Jezreel, Jezebel heard of it, and she painted her eyes and beautified her head and looked out of [an upper] window.” 2Kings 9:30 (Amplified Bible)

Much controversy surrounds this verse. Many think the verse to mean that Jezebel put on makeup, and if she is a wicked woman, then the application of makeup must be evil as well. But if this is true, then within the same verse we see that Jezebel also combed her hair, she “beautified her head”. Then is it wrong also for women to style their hair? If that were true then no woman should colour, braid or style her hair.

More of God

Author: Krystal R Husain

ANALOGY: A child walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a mug of juice. Determined to get as much juice as he possibly could, he fills his glass to the brim. He then attempts to add ice to his drink. What do you think is going to happen? Of course, the juice will overflow.

POINT: If I were to ask any believer out there if they wanted "more of God", the general consensus is going to be a resounding "YES!!". Who doesn't want more of God these days?! But what does this statement really mean? Is it possible to actually get more of God? And if yes, then how do I get more of God?