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God is Listening Just Wait for His Timing

I still remember way back when I was in high school, I pray to God every night. It’s not a good night prayer and a simple thank you. I tell you, the conversation was deep, I cried, in one of the 4 corners of my grandmother’s room with a wide-open vintage window with lights turned-off.

Why I do that?

Every time I pray that way, it makes me feel refresh, reborn, as if the brand new day cannot wait to give me its surprise.

And of course, I feel loved.

In that dark room I don’t feel alone. I sense that God is there sitting with me too. Listening with all ears.

I prayed that someday I’ll be on class’ top 10 even in one subject. I became top 1 in our Home Economics for 3 consecutive gradings. And top 3 overall.

I prayed for a cellphone, my first cellphone was an ALCATEL with an orange backlight and look like a soap… not too good, it’s only for texts and calls. By that time 8210 was in demand and hot. So I hide my ALCATEL often when I’m texting.

I prayed that someday I’ll have my own personal computer. (suntok sa buwan) because in reality I knew I can’t afford to by one.

I prayed for my lifetime partner. So when the man named Jeff courted me, (a Christian) I thought he’s the one I prayed for.

I prayed that someday my mother will be proud of me, because she’ll be walking on stage to award me a medal. I prayed to God that special awards will do.

I prayed that someday I can be a secretary (mababa lang ako mangarap) because I want to work in an office.

I prayed.

I counted days, months and years.

Guests what.

All prayers are answered. Not in the version I have prayed for, but  in GREAT VERSION I have never imagined.

Now I have 3 cellphones. But I use the simplest one with no camera. And the 2 with cameras? (in my drawer)

How about the personal computer? I have now my personal laptop, and a PC at home. (we actually have 2 laptops one for my hubby and the other one is forme) and 20 other PCs. Yes 20 computers, because my hubby owns a computer shop.

My relationship with Jeff didn’t last long. But God gave me better and greater than him. (My Hubby)

Iprayed for  a special award or distinction award. God made me a CUMLAUDE.

And today I’m working in an office, but not ordinary office, I work as a writer, cartoonist in Mayor’s Department.

Isn’t it great? No. I mean G R E A T….

In my experience, I have learned that God has His own way of timing. He listens to your prayers and if you have the courage to wait and faith for it to happen… it will, in God’s version. It’s a huge blessing you can ever imagine.

LET's CELEBRATE!

Why wait for a reason to celebrate?

I’ll save for the upcoming birthday of my spouse.

I’ll wear this pretty dress on our reunion.

Let’s cook delicious dishes on their arrival.

I have a new job…let’s celebrate to that!

Why do we always wait for a reason to celebrate? Why do we always keep this and that for a certain occasion?

Maybe the answer is: THAT DAY IS SPECIAL.

May I ask you…Don’t you find anything special today to celebrate life?

Life is the number one reason we have to celebrate today!
I am alive, you are alive.

You can embrace your love ones any time you want.

You can say anything special to them anytime of the day.

You can still kiss your spouse good night.

Everything in life is a blessing.

I remember when I’m commuting in a public utility jeepney with my one year old son… An accident happened in an instance. VERY QUICK.

There in an instance I realized that we have given another life. In my impulse to protect my child (reflex) I embrace him and let my face hit the metal driver seat.

I pray to God after that incident, and thank him that we are safe, no wounds, no bruises, no scars. WE ARE SAFE.

I embraced that moment as a personal message from God.

WE HAVE TO ENJOY LIFE AND CELEBRATE WE’RE ALIVE.

…then I kissed my child. When we got home I embraced my spouse and tell him how much I treasure our family, our love and our relationship.

BY THE WAY I COOKED GREAT FOOD THAT NIGHT… TO CELEBRATE LIFE.

Hot Chocolates

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversationturned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups-porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite — telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate. When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, theprofessor said:“Notice that all the nice looking; expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that you’re drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups…And then you began eyeing each others cups. Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, norchange the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate we have, which indeed more important than the jar/cup that holds it.

Sometimes we fail to appreciate the things we have, because we prefer to have better things than what we have on hands. Some people thinks that having that and this will put them in the same level as of their friends but in fact doesn't change the quality of life they have.

When You Don't Care

I’m glad that I’ve noticed the new uploaded article of Bo. Once again I’m inspired. Maybe he blesses anyone that reads his page. One of his friends shared a story which is a powerful tale that mirrors reality so well. It touched me and so you’ll be.

What Happens When You Don’t Care

One day, a mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.  “What food might this contain?”  The mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

       Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed this warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house!  There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.” 

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house!  There is a mousetrap in the house!”

       The pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it

but pray.  Be assured you are in my prayers.”

       The mouse turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap. Alone. . .

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house – the sound Of a mousetrap catching its prey.

       The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught.  In the darkness, she did not see it.  It was a venomous snake whose tail was caught in the trap. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. When she returned home she still had a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup. So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient: Chicken! 

But his wife’s sickness continued.  Friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.  To feed them, the farmer butchered (who else?) the pig.

But, alas, the farmer’s wife did not get well… She died.

        So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them for the funeral luncheon.

And the mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

       So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and you think it doesn’t concern you, remember–When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

Each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry. Our lives are woven together for a reason.

Great tale isn’t it?

Hope you learned.

I've Heard it Once... It Happened

 One day, we had an activity in class. We have to draw anything that comes in our mind. I don't know what kind of joke my teacher had in mind. So I draw, like the rest. 

As what I can remember I draw an old man with a hat (usually use by farmers). While watching from behind, she said, "Wow, you can draw fast and look at that, it's nice!"

Well it made me proud. 

What I can't forget was the fact that she said this- "Someday you'll be a good artist, and by the way you draw, you can be great on doing editorial cartoon."

And what she didn't know about me - I HATE NEWSPAPERS!

That was 9 years before... Nine years... wew... (I have a good memory huh!)

Let me bring you now at the present.

I am now working as a writer, although I graduated to be a teacher. (I'll teach in the near future). I'm now serving at the local government and part of my job as a member of the Publishing Unit is to draw editorial cartoon. (One sample is up there).

Wow, I never thought that my teacher's words are so powerful that it already happened! Great! I hope she utter that I'll be a millionaire someday.. Ha ha ha.

Words are powerful, so be careful on what you will say...

Friends to Lovers

I don’t know how this happened.

Before we (my husband and I) became girlfriend and boyfriend…

I remember that I’ve even tried cutting classes and successfully escaped a test in my college days just to have a chance to be with him.

My heart shouts with joy every time a professor announce a major project which is needed to finish by overnight. (We’ll have a chance to be together in a longer time! I do projects in his house because I don’t have computer for the research.)

I defend him over my father every time my father mentions things against him.

He loves to be with me and gladly follows me even in a Christian Church. (I’m invited by a friend).

He went to my school at the end of the day to take me home.

He gave me a ring.

Having a mutual feeling, he wants to protect me and so I felt like my life was under marshall law. But it’s okey I enjoy it. Ha ha!

When we became girlfriend and boyfriend…

I’m totally inspired of everything I do.

Feels like I’m flying without wings.

I love him.

He helped me cut my visual aids. (I’m an OJT at that time)

He took the responsibility of giving me allowance for schooling.

He dates me. Always.

We watch movies holding hands, even with horror film.

He always kiss me goodnight.

We sleep hugging each other.

I always write him a letter. He loves reading it.

He brought me a bracelet and a necklace.

Every night we say

                He: Good night

                Me: Sweet dreams

                He: Don’t forget to pray.

                Me: I won’t.

                He: ‘Love you Forever.

                Me: ‘Love you Forever and beyond.

   We do this every night without fail.

               

When we became husband and wife…

I cook for him.

We still date each other.

He’s still over protective.

We kiss each other goodnight.

Comfort each other.

Sometimes we fight but we see to it that it’ll be gone before sunset.

We always exchange ‘I love you’. We didn’t miss a day without saying that.

He embraces me from behind whispering sweet words.

Sometimes we bath together. No kidding. (It’s time to conserve water.)

When we became a family…

He works in the morning, student in the afternoon, manage his computer shop in the evening. (Monday to Saturday)

He has a little time for me and my baby.

He wants to enjoy life so he wants to spend time outdoors. (Motor riding with his friends)

I understand him. So I let him. But I miss him…

So much.

We eat together before...but now, not always.

I understand.

There’s so much thing to be done.

What I do not understand…the more I miss him, the more he wants to enjoy outdoor activities.

We still drink coffee together every morning.  (I thank God for that).

But the most important… We still love each other despite our time conflict.

We still don’t fail in exchanging ‘I love you’ everyday.

Doing what you think is needed sometimes makes you lose the important.

don't lose moments with them

You can replace lost things.
                                                                                                                   
Huge amount of Money, Cellphones, Cars, Houses, Jobs or Businesses
                                                                                                                But you can’t replace lost time.

So stick with your family.
Have a time with them.
Do not give all to your job or business, after all, you're doing this important things because of very important people....your family.
Don't let time just passed without you beside them.
                                                                                                                Do you have a baby? or a child?
Enjoy time with your baby.
Remember, being a baby is only once in a life time...only ONCE.
When time comes your wife needs a hug or a comforter, where were you?
                                                                                                               Once your baby grew, or becomes a man too...
Once your wife gets old or worst, died...
You can NEVER turn back the time
to enjoy A MINUTE with them.

   
---------you have a choice-----------                                                               

Believe it or Not... But You Must Believe!! :-)

I am poor.

I am shy.

I am a slow learner.

Oops! I hear you… “Why do you think you are?”

Well then, let me tell you why.

I am poor. Unlike other students that were totally excited for tomorrow’s class (not because of lessons to learn) but because of their chance to buy something (new personal stuffs), to eat what they want, to go somewhere after class (gimiks) and so on… I’m always afraid of tomorrow, not because of reporting nor another graded recitation. I fear of not having any cents for tomorrow’s class. Meaning I won’t be able to buy even a single candy for lunch break! I still remember my Lola way back then. With a brave heart she goes to the neighbor to borrow money for me. I know you are asking “Don’t I have any parents to support me? Of course I have parents and I live with them…but not right to tell you here…it’s another story.

I am shy. Well, I think I was born to be shy… I have that kind of feeling ever since. I actually hate reporting! Students out there, I know you know what kind of tense it brings. And I hate that feeling.

I am a slow learner? – I know you think I’m kidding. But that’s how I describe myself. It’s really hard for me to catch up on our lesson. If ever I did, well that’s a miracle. I used to review every lesson when I get home. If I’m not yet satisfied I’ll give it a final look before bedtime. I even experienced hitting myself. Because I hate myself every time I forgot what I had reviewed.

Fortunately, that was before.

Today I don’t consider myself poor. I can buy what I want now. Needs and even wants. I’m able to help somebody too when ever I have an extra money. Geeeez!!! That’s the feeling I wanted before. Happily contented and not fearing of tomorrow.

I don’t consider myself shy anymore. As a matter of fact I love reporting in front of the class which made me think I can be a teacher someday. I already finished my four -year-course. (BSEd- Major in Filipino) I graduated with Outstanding Performance during Internship Award and as a Cumlaude, yes, that’s the slow learner girl before with the itsy bitsy common sense.

You see? Anyone can change according to what they want their self or their life would be.

You know Henry, John and Lucio? I really love their stories (as I have read in Bo’s book)

Henry Sy came to the Philippines from China as a young 12-year-old boy with no wealth to speak of except the shirt on his back and the slippers on his feet. At that young age, he worked in a sari-sari store 12 hours a day. Today, he owns 27 SM malls all over the country- with 1.6 million people passing through them every single day.

That’s incredible right?

John Gokongwei, at the age of 15, was a simple market vendor. He was the youngest market vendor at that time, riding his bicycle, carrying soap, candles and thread. He’d sell them to one customer at a time, face-to-face, belly to belly. He never graduated from college. Today John Gokongwei is a multi-billionaire and owns Cebu Pacific, Sun Cellular, Robinson’s and a host of other businesses.”

Wow!

Lucio Tan? Same story.  Arrived from China absolutely poor. Never finished college too. But look at him now. He owns Philippine Airlines, Philippine National Bank, Allied Bank, Eton Properties, etcetera.”

That’s great!

“It’s never one’s destiny to be poor. You may have been born poor but you don’t have to stay poor.”

We’re not victims of fate.

“ NO ONE IS A VICTIM UNLESS YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE ONE.”