Life have it's mixtures of colors, of light and shadows. It has mountains, hills and valleys. It is beautiful if seen through the eyes of the artist who painted them in this so called canvass of life. The poetry of pain eloquently spoken through laughter and tears, of failure and success of his subjects are vivid pictures of the beauty of life.. of love.....of hope.....of faith that one can live with dignity and pride inspite of any odds. Life I suppose is mystical...it is spiritual...it is beautiful.

K. Gibran once wrote: " Your children are not your children. They are the sons and dauthers of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. "


FROM GRACE TO GRACE..... truly there is no human relationship so intimate and loving than this.....P. Divarkar is right in saying: " Everything is precious because it is from God, and yet everything is relative--precisely because everything is precious only in relation to God. "



" One Act of Random Kindness at a time. "
from: Evan Almighty



So profound is your wisdom, my friend, so absolute.
Unite my thankful heart with Thine, my friend.
(Painting by JoeyVelasco)

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ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror,and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?" So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?" So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"


Attitude is everything.


Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.


Live simply,


Love generously,

Care deeply,

Speak kindly.......

Leave the rest to God

have a gr8 day too!!!! Cheers.......Friend....

What do you think?




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My friend

I would like you to continue blessing my daughter who celebrated her birthday last August 27. She is the one responsible to this beautifull blog which you now see. She never give up fighting for me an old bulb loosing it's glow. Yup, thats what happen when we grew up in age...light is dimmer. So I say while the fillament is still new, young and strong continue glowing and light up the way of others specially your children for they will do the same to you when your light grew dim. When your bones no longer hold ground. When you're cold and needs warm. Their light will shine on you. Yes, their love will see you through.

Daughter, be careful not to let your age and experience work against your keen sense of discovering novel ideas. A person who thinks he knows it all has actually stopped learning. The antidote for old age is a suspension of judgement. Dont be too quick to say no.Do not let your experience and ripeness of age blind you to new opportunities.

The secret? It has nothing to do with your age. It has everything to do with God---how He can use you. How much are you willing to be used by Him for His glory. Age doesn't matter really. Only God does.

Happy Birthday Sophiagurl! My love will always be there for you. I LOVE YOU!

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" Is the power to heal the power to suffer?

Why when power went out,
did pain come in. "






Life is a paradox. What you want, you may not get; what you get, you may not enjoy; what you enjoy is not permanent; what's permanent may not satisfy. Therefore my friend, seek real happiness from God alone. He's permanent and He can give you the contenment this life can never offer.


Listen:



It is easy to love Him when the blue is in the sky,
When the summer winds are blowing and we smell the roses nigh;
There is little effort needed to obey His precious will
When it leads through flower-decked valley, or over sun-kissed hill.


It is when the rain is falling, or the mist hangs in the air,
When the road is dark and rugged, and the wind no longer fair,
When the rosy dawm has settled in a shadowland of gray,
That we find it hard to trust Him, and are slower to obey.


It is easy to trust Him when the singing birds have come,
and their songs of praise are echoed in our heart and in our home;
But it'w when we miss the music, and the days are dull and drear,
That we need a faith triumphant over every doubt and fear.


And our blessed Lord will give it; what we lack He will supply;
Let us ask in faith believing....on His promise rely;
He will ever be our Leader, whether smooth or rough the way.
And will prove Himself sufficient for the needs of every day.



Trusting even when it appears you have been forsaken; praying when it seems your words are simply entering a vast expanse when no one hears and no voice answers; believing that God's love is complete and that He is aware of your circumstances, even when your world seems to grind on as if setting its own direction and not caring for life or moving one inch in response to your petitions; desiring only what God's hand have planned for you; waiting patiently while seemingly starving to death, with your only fear being that your faith might fail...." this is the victory that has overcome the world"; this is genuine faith indeed. (George Mac Donald)


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When trials becomes hopeless,
Hopelessness becomes a trial


As we grow old, we encounter in life adversities that afflict us and those we love. Sometimes there are issues we cannot resolve no matter how hard we try. And for that matter, we feel hopeless, inadequate, impotent, useless. This is specially so when our love one is involve and there is no way we can help out.


When our kids are still kids, we can easily step in to help when they are in trouble and they are more than willing to accept our helping hands. But as they grow older and become more and more independent, they usually refuses to listen and accept right reasons. They become butterflies that does not know the color of their wings. And this is the parents greatest torment...helpless....sad...they turn to the Lord believing that somehow their prayers will yield fruits in due time. I might not see it now but the fruits shall come in God's merciful time....is their faith.


Thanks my friend! With the gift of faith, hope and love, everything is transform into grace. We were able to give meaning to everything...even to what we lack. We know that God can draw good from anything and everything. It is an expression of His love. Thanks for this precious gifts.

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My Friend

I am beginning to feel tired again. Please hold my hands for they might notice and ask me why. Cover me please with your grace from their prying eyes. Help me up with thy loving hands for the sands of time is fast drifting and I think I have no longer the luxury of time. My sun is setting and I am afraid its going to be dark soon. Touch me my friend and heal this troubled heart I pray.

My friend, why do people surround themselves with images of death. I remember an incident when I was little, I wandered around in a very large room of my lolo and got the scare of my life because it is practically littered with pictures of the dead. One of them is an old painting portrait that keeps on staring at me. Fear struck and my heart beat so fast that I run out of breath and almost painted. Since then I never entered that room again. Why do they stuff their room with images that will cause them painful memories of losing someone they love? Are there pictures of the dead that could make us happy? Pictures that will not cause pain and fear in our already troubled hearts. A picture that assures us that everything will be alright.... a picture of life?



(Photo taken from BBC World Special Feature Report- August 4- In an investigation encompassing ancient Jericho, Aztec America, and classical Italy)

I have seen a video report of a recent archeological find that thousands of years ago people stuff the skulls of the dead. Archeologist are astonished to find them inside their dwelling places. Some are busted provably a victim, an offering to a sun god like those of the Incas and the Aztecs. Yet, they are trying to restore them to resemble as much as possible the image of their love one or a friend. Is it an old way of remembering their dead? Or are they defining the meaning of death?

Death: this is the key to the whole mystery, to the entire puzzle. It is a reality that requires an explanation. It must be integrated with the life of man and of the world, otherwise it would have been vain for man to have been provided with an intellect. It must have a purpose.

Through the eyes of the an atheist, of one who says he does not believe in God, death is viewed as nothing more than just that, the end of life, darkness, senselessness, a blank, nothingness. And at the same light death is nothing more than " traces of a cloud," a mist that is chased by the rays of the sun and overcome by its heat" , hardly " the passing of shadow." Does everything ends in death? Could love and suffering conceivably have any meaning at all for us? How about pain, joy? Would man's endeavors be worth anything? His attempt to become someone, or to achieve anything? If this is so man has to maximize the advantages he can obtain during his lifetime. Love then will eventually loss its meaning. The world would be transform into a jungle.

My friend you said, no theory can ever change reality and only the real matters. Realities are not those that vanish, but rather those that last, that remain. They are not those that flit away and are lost forever but rather those that persist when all else has passed away. I think we could learn a great lesson from our awareness of death's inevitability. We could learn how to manage our lives, our children's future, our family, our country.

It is really really very essential to know the difference of attitude. Msgr. J. Escriva said, " For others, death is a stumbling block, a source of terror. For us, death--Life--is an ecouragement and a stimulus. For them it is the end; for us, the beginning" (The Way-738)

Thank you my friend for surrounding me with your image.

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