On Finding meanings...

The greatest miracle on earth is a mother giving birth to another human being who might one day be just one of the rest, might be a very good or not so good leader or might be bringing such effect to other people's lives.

We all make friendship in all walks of our lives wherever road our journey may lead us. And I must say that God really blessed me having found real friendship with people whose roads now diverged from mine.

Songs of worship remind of me of the happiest time of my youth when I was there singing before the Father the praise and worship He truly deserves. I was there with the rest of other gifted individuals who have now become a part of my wonderful journey. If could only freeze the moments...we'd all be ice now!:)

I have made friendship with people who have really left a big mark in the deepest corner of my heart.To some I might not be the best while to some I might be one. To some I might have touched lives while to others I might just be wind. I miss these people...so terribly!Lord knows how much I value the friendship.There were just foolish moments I regret for lying before God and my family the stolen memories of my times with them. To just simply not ask permission in going out with friends, for having a father who naturally hates the sun to set without us his children before his very eyes.

I love my father inspite of the fights we have had. It's just that I don't understand his logic. But I could really never imagine life without my family. I maybe far from them often but in my heart and mind, I love them more than myself. My prayer goes to them each of my waking hour. There are just things we forget to compromise to understand each other's differences as one family. But who I am now I owe before God and my parents. Who am I to grumble when life sometimes doesn't turn out to be the way I chartered it! I'm blessed...I must not stop from that realization.

The life of Helen Keller is a life well lived more than us who are born complete. My heart melts knowing how tough must life be being blind and deaf as Helen. But she had wonderfully woven the story of her life. She had witnessed the beauty of God's creation and heard the deepest longings of her heart more than the one who can see thru his naked eye and hear with his senses. Helen might have pains and anguish during her youth, but with all the examples she'd set, I realize that there's more to the unseen and much to what are felt.

Now, what adds beauty to life for me is not at all about things that can only be bought. What a big realization to finally able to understand that the real essence of my existence is actually for free. FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE...what else can be more beautiful to life than knowing this and having this in my heart. I'm blessed..inspite of all my imperfections...I'm blessed.

The Hands that Rock the Cradle...

Here's a very heart-warming article I read from a news column. I wish to share this to all sons and daughters dearly loved by all mothers in the world.

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on.

After his mama dried her hands on an apron, she read it and this is what it said: For cutting the grass:P5.00. For cleaning up my room this week:P1.00. For going to the store for you:0.50 cents. Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping:.25 cents. Taking out the garbage:P1.00. For getting a good report card:P5.00. For cleaning and sweeping the yard:P2.00. Total owed: P14.75.

His mother looked at him standing there and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: no charge.For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No charge. For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No charge.

For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew were ahead: no charge. For the toys, food , clothes, and even wiping your nose: No charge, son.

When you add it up, the cost of my love is : No charge. When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,"Mom, I sure do love you."

Adn then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".