Sunday, June 27, 2010


"Preserve me, O God, for in thee I take refuge." Psalms 16: 1

Who is exempted from them? Can you avoid them? How can we run away from them?

Is life not hard enough that we need trials? Trials are part and parcel of life. No one is exempted even if you are the son of the king or the son of a fisherman or the Son of God.

Is life not worth living for without trials? Trials are life's little surprises. You can not avoid them even if you blend in with the crowd or take refuge away from civilization or lock yourself up in the darkest dungeon.

Is life not mysterious enough without a dose of trials? Trials are like gems of life. We cannot run away from their glitter or shun ourselves from their brilliance or be awed at how it brings out the best in us.

Trials are not at all bad. They are just the spice of life that makes it more interesting. It is like the fire that helps the iron malleable and the hammer that helps shape the iron to become a tool to be used for a grand purpose.

And for what's it worth... trials are life's little way of helping us take refuge from the fountain of faith when it is wearing out or renew our wavering faith from the only powerful source known to man... so we can find our way back home.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Follower

"And he said to all, 'If any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it; and whoever loses his life for my sake, he will save it.'" Luke 9:23-24

As a child... I was a bit stubborn. I remember I had a hard time following orders. And mother wasn't very happy when it happened.

As a student... I was a bit stubborn. I remember I had some issues with following school rules and regulations. And Mother Superior wasn't very happy with my actions.

As a grown-up... I am still a bit stubborn. And I remember that I am trying my best to follow my heart. And I can tell it's the mother instinct in me.

Everyone wants to be a leader. Everyone wants to give order. And no one wants to follow. As a child... Mother taught me that obedience is a virtue. As a student... I learned that deference as a sign of humility. And as a grown-up... I value submission as a strength of character.

As a follower... we follow because we believe in the leader's strength. As a leader... we follow because be believe that it is the right way to lead. And as a human being... we follow because our hearts say so.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Let me have this dance again

"Dance With My Father"

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream 

I love that song. The first time I heard that song on my car's radio, tears almost blinded my eyes. I couldn't see the road where I was driving. It reminded me so much of my dearest father.

And this Father's Day... I can only greet him on this special occasion in the deepest part of my heart where he will forever be.

Dad... I miss you so much.

 Happy Father's Day.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Sinner

"Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little, loves little." Luke 7:47

I am a sinner. Who isn't? I am a big time sinner but I am not very proud of it. There are some people who sinned against me and there are a lot of reasons why they did. On the contrary, there are a lot of people too that I have sinned against and there a many reasons why I did. I can't keep tab of them but I do acknowledge them. I am aware that my transgression is my own doing.

I am a sinner. Though I ask forgiveness for my sins there are times that I choose not. There are few people who forgave me even if I didn't ask for it and I am grateful for that. On the other hand, there are less who chose not to forgive and the feeling is mutual. I can't do anything but to keep my fingers crossed that I will not die tomorrow and face my Creator unprepared.

I am a sinner. I am no Saint. I am human... but that is not an excuse!

A Sinner's Prayer
Lord, I am a sinner... please give me the strength to forgive and forget.
Give me the wisdom to be able to understand those who sinned against me and a humble heart to forgive them and eventually to forget.

Lord, I am a sinner... please grant me the ability to forgive and forget.
Open my eyes to see the sincerity of the people who are asking for my forgiveness and open my heart to accept their weaknesses.

Lord, I am a sinner... please be patient with me if I cannot forgive and forget... yet.
I will surely come around in the right time with your grace.
 Help me to change the wrong things that I can... the strength to accept the things that I cannot change... and the wisdom to know the difference.

Friday, June 11, 2010

The Woman She is

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her, as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me

Oh--she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh--and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me

She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me


I am perfectly imperfect. And I am grateful for that. It keeps my feet on the ground.

I am a sinful repentant. And I am grateful that I am always forgiven. It keeps me humble.

I am a human being. And I am grateful for all the blessings. They keep me alive.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


"The LORD has sworn and will not change his mind..." Psalms 110:4

Promises... how many have you kept? How many have you broken? And how many have you forgotten?

Promises... is it a commitment? Is it a responsibility? Or is it just an excuse?

Promises... does is require sincerity? Doest it need to be whole-heartedly given? And does it come with a guarantee?

We always make promises. It is not a bad thing. It is in fact in our human nature to make promises. We are capable of using our words to buy out people's "trust". And people use our very own "words" to hold on to that trust given to us.

We always try our best to keep our promises. It is a good thing. It is in fact one way of making people know how we value our words. And people who trust us use those words to value us in return.

And we always hold our promises as our personal legacy. It is both good and bad. It is in fact good if we were able to keep our promises. It is in fact bad if we broke them. And people will always remember us for our words... no matter how we truly value them.

The accidents of life separate us from our dearest friends, but let us not despair.
God is like a looking glass in which souls see each other.
The more we are united to Him by love,
the nearer we are to those who belong to Him.

Friday, June 4, 2010

MY LIFE... through the years

In five year’s time, I will be a Golden Girl. Yes, I will be 50 years old in a matter of 5 years. And I will wonder… “How time flies?”

In five year’s time, I will mark a milestone for myself. Yes, I will look forward to it as a great achievement. And I will ask… “What have I done?”

In five year’s time, I will create new pages for the next chapters of my life. Yes, I will be happy to travel down memory lane and look back what my life had been. And I will doubt… “Will I have the time?”

Life is so short. What is 50 years to a person who has more to achieve? Time is fleeting. What is 50 years to a life lived to the fullest? Every moment is precious. What is 50 years to a person whose life is yet to unfold?

I have been thinking… what have I done in the past 45 years of my life? No. I refuse to grow old… without remembering how my childhood was like. No. I will not brag about my achievements… without recalling what my frustrations were. No. I will not stop achieving my goal… without looking back at the failures I had.

There is no secret to a happy and successful life… unless you are blind. There is such thing as failure… unless you perceive it as a hurdle to achieve. There is nothing that can stop one to succeed… unless you fail to believe.

My life is not perfect… it is just perfectly normal. My life is a bed of roses… with thorns and all. And my life is insignificant compared to famous or notorious people… but it is significantly worth living.

"Life is short and forty five years are not enough.
But forty five years is long enough to know how I was blessed."

"Forty five years is enough for me to appreciate all my blessings.
Thank You for the 45 years of my life."

The formula for a happy life is obvious… live!

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