Life is too short

"My Home is God Himself ", Christ brought me there.

I placed myself within His mighty arms;

He took me up and safe from all alarms

He bore me " where no foot but His has trod."

Within the holiest as Home with God,

And had me dwell in Him, rejoicing there.

O Holy place! O Home divinely fair!

And we, God's little ones, abiding there.

" My Home is God Himself "; it was not so!

A long, lond road I traveled night and day

And sought to find within myself some way.

Nothing I did or felt could bring me near.

Self-effort failed, and I was filled with fear,

And then I found Christ was the only way,

That I must come to Him and Him stay,

And God had told me so.

And now " my Home is God, " and sheltered there,

God meets the trials of my earthly life,

God compasses me round from storm and strife,

God takes the burden of my daily care.

O Wondrous Place! O home divinely fair!

And I, God's little one, are hidden there,

Lord, as I dwell in You and You in me,

So make me dead to everything but Thee;

That as I rest within my Home most fair,

My soul may evermore and only see

My God in everything and everywhere;

My Home is God.

"LORD YOU HAVE BEEN OUR DWELLING PLACE THROUGHOUT ALL GENERATIONS"

Ps. 90:1

If it is a dream I want to wake up. But no matter how hard I tried my dream seems to point to a reality that it is the end of the world......my world.

It is must have been a very long night for my daughter who lived in Pasig. They took refuge to a nearby two story apartment because their house was entirely submerged on water and to escape to a higher ground is futile since a very large area of Metro Manila is also submerged ten feet high. Cars and buses were swept away like toys because of strong current. Streets are flooded and houses disappear that give you a feeling that you are in the middle of great ocean. It is really a very frightful and agonizing night for seeing people shouting for help and cannot do anything about it. It was a hopeless night. Faith dried by the thought that we cannot extend our helping hands to our brothers and sisters who desperately needed help. My heart she said was filled with sorrow. Tears begin to blur my eyes and began to flow.... a river of helplessness follows.

That fun Saturday night was turned into a horrible fright night. And when Sunday morning breaks the deafening silence of the night this is what they saw.

My friend I pray that you restore their spirit specially those who lost hope. Another storm is coming ............................


GOD SAVES US ALL............................................................................................................

My friend

What do you think our blogger friends say about this?

Can happiness exist without love? Or can love exist without freedom?
It is said we exist for love and to love and we can only be happy loving
and being loved.

Truly love that is forced or that which arise from self-interest does not deserve the name.

True love, that is blessed loved only exist between two people when they freely surrender
themselves to each other.

Love is the condition of happiness. " man would not know how to live without love." says St. Catherine of Siena.

Life is about love.


Love you my friend.

"One of you will betray me." Stun by your word, they all look up and saw you trying to subdue that loneliness in your eyes. And then with quivering lips you said, " do quickly what you are about to do. "

" Do quickly!" you speak aloud, yet in the silence of your heart they never heard the words trying to get out of your lips...."before my tears starts to fall."

" Is it I, my Lord?" they all said. Except the one who probably said to himself.... how did he know?

How did He know? Did He ever turn his back on us? Does he care? And when he looks at us? What is it like?

When I was younger. I never look up at the picture of Christ hanging on my wall whenever I pray. Simply because I am afraid. Afraid that I may see an angry Christ. A Christ with an accusing eye ...telling me how bad I am...charging me of my wrongdoing. Thats how I pray then. Yes...I never look at him.

Then one day, while praying inside the Chapel of St. Joseph, I felt a top on my shoulder, and I look up. I saw a huge picture of the face of Christ hanging in front of me. He is looking down at me. I got up and move at the back of the Chapel. Here I said to myself his eyes will not reach me. I was wrong. Now he's looking straight at me....it seems to me that I cannot escape the situation so I muster all the courage I have left and begin to stare. As my eyes meet his. My fear slowly banished away. It is not an accusing eyes. It is a compasionate eyes. The eyes that understand. The eyes that says....I LOVE YOU! IT IS ALRIGHT! I KNOW YOU! I UNDERSTAND! Since then I always talk to the eyes that speaks.

Every nice friend is a glimpse of God. It is one of life's blessings...a priceless gift that can never be bought, sold, or forgotten! Take care my friend...remember always I understand because I love you....