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Today, I knowingly took a wrong train going home just because my feet wanted to get in on that certain car. There was only one seat left and I grabbed it without thinking of other people because I was tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sitting across me was a pair acting like they're couples, I immediately noticed them because the girl is also a filipina. I smiled and closed my eyes; I was planning to take a nap and get off at whatever station. Then I heard the girl said... "I like you very much but I don't want to leave Jeff because he is consistent...I like so many guys, I flirt and show them that I like them but that's just it." They were exchanging ideas about how relationships and love should be. I heard the girl mentioned about financial stability, consistency, flirting, moving on and the like. Her words entered my ears, pierced right through my brain, leaving a sensation in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started praying "Lord, her business is not mine. Please allow me to find silence in the middle of their conversation. I don't want to hear them." while I kept my eyes tightly closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was blind and deaf for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought: &lt;br /&gt;
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If I am deaf, I will never have the chance to hear sweet words of affirmations from my loved ones, or compliments about how I look or if I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I am blind, I will never have the chance to see His beautiful creations. I won't be able to see the beauty of a place or a person. I won't be able to see the gestures of love that my family and friends will do for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I am deaf and blind at the same time...(?) I had to snap back because I got scared for a few seconds. Then I reflected about the genuine feeling of love and peace that I felt while two of my senses were paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The actual knowing, believing and trusting His love and my family and friends' love for me felt so good. At that very moment, I didn't have any thoughts of doubts and fears. I just felt loved because I know I am loved. I felt loved because I believe that He loves me, my boyfriend loves me, my family and friends love me without any thoughts of what if, why and but.&lt;br /&gt;
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What we see, what we hear or what we feel (sense of touch) can really change our perception about things and sometimes about our selves. Maybe, if we practice having silence and stillness every time we fear or doubt, the Holy Spirit can tap in into our heart and give us the most honest answer that we should have and, of course, believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it's really hard to let go and let the Holy Spirit control us. Our eyes can tell or trick our brain that a certain road is muddy or rough. Our ears can trick our brain if the water is deep or shallow. You know what I mean? It's really hard. Determination is the key. Persevere! (talking to my self)&lt;br /&gt;
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About the girl...I will make it a resolution to not make other's business my business...&lt;br /&gt;
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My special someone said that there are 3 kinds of business...our business, other's business and God's business.. We should only care about our own. We should not tell other people about what they should do. We should not tell God about what He should do...it's something like that..lol&lt;br /&gt;
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=) &lt;br /&gt;
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Did you know that I turned a year older last December 29? My love asked me about my reflection for my birthday, asked me why I stopped writing...('_') i don't have any reflection nor do i want to make a fuss that it's my birthday. I also don't know why I stopped writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't have any plan to post or write but that train ride was really something. I hope you understood my reflection because I know my ideas are here and there. I am tired and sleepy. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is us. We celebrated our 2nd year anniversary last 11.11.11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't want to post anything about him in this blog because this blog is for my First Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but I want to thank God for giving him an amazing amount of wisdom and patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Final Q&amp;amp;A for Miss Shamcey&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMWIxybUrSs/Tm7UToIACgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vfpE0Tc5qvE/s1600/313759_10150276892466747_152138396746_8005576_567099563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMWIxybUrSs/Tm7UToIACgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vfpE0Tc5qvE/s200/313759_10150276892466747_152138396746_8005576_567099563_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q.Will you change your religious belief to marry the one you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;A. "If I'm going to change my religious belief, I will not marry the person  that I love because the first person I love is God who created me and I  have my faith and principles and this what makes me who I am. And if  that person loves me? He should love my God first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love Miss Shamcey's answer! I wanted to make a post related to her question but I remember that I already posted my views about marriage earlier, so I guess I should better stop here. To read &lt;a href="http://lightedpen.blogspot.com/2011/09/marriage-encounter.html"&gt;MARRIAGE ENCOUNTER, click here&lt;/a&gt;. =) Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Congratulations also to Miss Angola (Leila Lopes) for winning Miss Universe 2011, Miss Ukraine  (Olesya Stefanko) 1st runner up, Miss Brazil (Priscila Machado) 2nd  runner up and Miss China (Luo Zilin) 4th runner up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-4089992468393157343?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has always been my mom's prayer to have the chance to serve and worship Him together with my dad. We used to be a part of a small charismatic group back home in the Philippines and I remember how my mom dragged everybody to join every prayer meeting. She was able to bring me every time maybe because she started dragging me while I was still 3 years old but somehow she can't do the same with daddy. My dad used to stay in the bedroom whenever the prayer meeting was held in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad's a good man, don't get me wrong. I know he prays but only in private. I think he's just not comfortable to be seen praying and singing for Him. His work in the Philippines became a hindrance for us to attend mass every Sunday as a family. Well, it's not just the Sunday mass but it's any activity that requires us all to be in one place with him; he used to have threats, i remember him saying that he can only protect one person if ever he gets ambushed. I know he prays a lot, especially for strength, wisdom and protection while he was still in service but his work hindered us to cultivate our relationship with Him as a family, which I think is also important. I remember a saying from a prayer time program in the philippines--&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The family that prays together, stays together."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that it's nice to be a part of a community as a single, but it's better if the whole family is a part of it; that's why I'm thankful that finally my parents were able to have time to join the ME retreat. My mom is also grateful that daddy finally decided to join.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love watching my parents renew their vows last Sunday. I know how much they love each other; I'm not just their daughter but I am also their number one fan. I know and I witnessed their sacrifices and patience for each other. I am inspired by their love story and love for each other. Now that my dad already opened up and decided to level up the kind of prayer life that he has which is praying with the community, I can now completely say that I want a marriage like them. My dad's love for my mom is amazing; I want to feel blessed with the man that I will soon marry just like my mom. My mom's patience and strength is inspiring. I pray that I could be just like her for my own family someday; her faith is amazing and she never ceases to pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISbYT74GxCU/Tm5wq9jQR1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/XkaXNdeEHo8/s1600/55574_1689384030358_1110446683_31988956_3397645_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISbYT74GxCU/Tm5wq9jQR1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/XkaXNdeEHo8/s320/55574_1689384030358_1110446683_31988956_3397645_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A Marriage Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;We thank you, O God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;for the Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;have implanted in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;May it always inspire us to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;kind in our words, considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;of feelings, and concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;for each other's needs and wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Help us to be understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;and forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;of human weakness and failings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Increase our faith and trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;in You and may Your prudence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;guide our life and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Bless our marriage, o God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;with peace and happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;and make our love fruitful for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Your glory and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;our joy both here and in eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the women offered to find out about the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible study. That week the woman called up a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest in silver beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver. As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that, in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest so as to burn away all the impurities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot - then she thought again about the verse, that He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver. She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. For if the silver was left even a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"  He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's the easy part -- when I see my image reflected in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I am feeling the heat of the fire. The story about the Refiner's Touch made me smile and gave me strength to endure my current trial. Isn't it funny that I posted last Sunday about how much I wanted to be a reflection of Him? And now, here I am...I feel like shit and just a while ago, I really felt like giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's amazing how you stumble upon things that will give you answers and affirmations...I know He sees me. I know He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no complain Lord because after all, I really want to be like You. It's just that I am really hurting and I really need more angels here on earth. Please send them, STAT. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If today you are feeling the heat of the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember that God has His  eye on you and will keep His hand on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watch over you until He  sees His image in you.&lt;br /&gt;
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so I pray..&lt;br /&gt;
Lord, it has always been my desire to be like You, to show love and to serve Your people in any way that You want me to; guide me, use me and hold me tight whenever I am shaken with trials. Forgive me if at times I can't control myself, my disappointments, my frustrations and anger. Forgive me if I dislike some people; touch my heart and take the negative feelings away. Teach me to love and see people the way You see them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, I love You so much; may my actions, my thoughts and the words that I speak reflect my love for You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Is the face that I see in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;the one I want others to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do I show in the way that I walk in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;The love that You've given to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;My heart's desire is to be like You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;In all that I do, all I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do they see Jesus In Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do they recognize Your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do I communicate Your love, and Your grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do I reflect who You are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;In the way I choose to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do they see Jesus In Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;It's amazing that you'd ever use me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;But use me the way You will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Help me to hold out a heart of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;compassionate grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;A heart that You're spirit fills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;May I show forgiveness and mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;The same way You've shown it to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I want to show all the world who You are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;The reason I live and breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;So You'll be the One that they see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;When they see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Do They See Jesus in Me&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how many times I watch "A Walk to Remember", I always end up crying. It's the sweetest movie I've ever seen. It's the kind of love that I've been dreaming to experience; It's the kind of love that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember watching it the first time and cried because the girl died and left the guy; I thought that was tragic. However, as my beliefs mature and the more I see and experience life and especially relationships, the more I get to reflect about the great love that the movie is projecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." - 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard to find an unconditional love, a love that is so great that is always willing to put the happiness of others first. I wonder if God had planned for me to experience that kind of love or if He had planned to make me the giver. I know love should be a give and take thing; but the thought of being a part of an extraordinary love story excites me...or maybe I'm just saying that because I'm still high from the movie. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, here are a few quotes that I've been keeping in mind and I hope that someday I can use these quotes to describe the kind of life I've lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't think that we're meant to understand it all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;I think that sometimes we just have to have faith."      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;people and  the affection of children;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;to earn the appreciation of honest critics  and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;endure the betrayal of false friends;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;to appreciate beauty; to find  the best in others;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;to leave the world a little better place than we  found it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;whether by a healthy child,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;a garden patch or a redeemed  social condition;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;to know even one life breathed easier because you  lived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;This is to have succeeded."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"As  I go through my day, I will be mindful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;of how my actions affect others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;The ripple effect of kindness moves swiftly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;I will be like the stone  thrown in the water that starts the movement."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;i am a reflection of HIS love ❤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-848584688200755964?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;When life gets difficult and we get frazzled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;staying close to our Christian friends will help us to get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am thankful that He blessed and surrounded me with people who doesn't only believes in Him but also strongly believes that He is the only way. I think it's important for us to be reminded that nobody and nothing can solve our problems or heal our pain without His will for that thing to happen. It's important to keep in mind that our clever plans worked because He made it worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I am reminded about His great love. If I can trust an ordinary person to love me, to not hurt me, to think of only good things for me and to be there for me when I need them, why can't I do that for the One who created me, died for me and sees everything that's going on in my present and will happen in my future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;He is jealous for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;When all of a sudden, I am unaware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;of these afflictions eclipsed by glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;and I realize just how beautiful You are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;and how great your affections are for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;So we are His portion and He is our prize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;If grace is an ocean we're all sinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;and my heart turns violently inside of my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have time to maintain these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;regrets when I think about the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh, how He loves us so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh, how He loves us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;How He loves us so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog has helped me get through a lot of stages in my faith; writing about my journey helped me evaluate my growth as a Christian. Whenever I feel like giving up, losing hope and struggling with my grasp, I look back and read some of my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bring back the fire in my heart, Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Remind me how to let go and trust You."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We had so much fun that day, Lord. You lifted me up with the angels. You made me forget about the materialistic world and showed me the greater joy that can only be achieved through Your grace."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those are some of the prayers that I say whenever I visit my previous entries of which some I find strange and unfamiliar, some makes me feel envious of the writer's faith and some makes me laugh about how little her faith is. Maybe this is because I write to give myself a lecture, to remind myself, to do self-talk and to talk to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't make an entry whenever I plan to write. I am not a good writer and I know that most of the words in this blog are not mine. Those words just came out at that moment; I nod and reflect while I write because I am also learning from my own posts. If an entry sounds like a prayer, that's just me praying. If a post sounds like as if I am talking to somebody who already knows what's going on, that's just me talking to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An example of an unplanned entry is this particular post that you are reading. I am being reminded to look back on those days when I cried out for mercy and He rescued me, days of which I have things that worries me but I still danced and worshipped Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do I blog? I guess it's because this is one of His ways of talking to me, one of His ways of reaching out to His daughter who loves to write and be online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At times when I start to build a wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;curl up in my shell and thicken my mask,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray for You to enlighten my heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bless mine with ears and eyes like Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I wouldn't misinterpret their words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleanse my heart, for I know that it is on parade whenever I speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleanse my heart and may the words I speak reflect understanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; patience, compassion and Your grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;"The peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;will guard your hearts and minds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;—&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians+4%3A7" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="Philippians 4:7"&gt; Philippians 4:7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I was reminded by somebody not to overanalyze things because sometimes, people say and do things because of the most obvious crystal clear reasons that I sometimes rule out because it's just too obvious that it can't and shouldn't be the reason. Sometimes people just say and do things because they want to at that very moment. Maybe it's wrong to do that or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe they were wrong and I was right. I don't know, what I know is that in 1 Corinthians 4:5 we are reminded not to condemn or accuse others. It says, &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;“Judge nothing before the time, until the Lord comes, who will both  bring to light the hidden things of darkness and reveal the counsels of  the hearts”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe the Lord said that in the end it's still our motives for doing things that matters, maybe you did the right thing but you had a bad intention or you did the "bad thing" with good reasons. He also said that we should pray and discern for things before we do something about it. Pray that He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and that He may expose the intentions of other people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It takes a lot of courage to let go and a lot of self-control so we can be mindful of our words and actions. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Proverbs 4:23 says, “Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life”.&lt;/span&gt; Monitor your self on how you respond to difficult situations, hurtful words and actions so you can determine what takes root there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, the one pointing the accusing finger turns out to be the guilty one. Sometimes, we think we are the righteous one and we feel the need to correct others; but sometimes in the end it will turn out that we also need a lecture about how we do the correcting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so I pray that may the Lord bless me...&lt;br /&gt;
with humility to understand and forgive others,&lt;br /&gt;
to be quiet so I can listen;&lt;br /&gt;
with wisdom to know what to say when I have to speak&lt;br /&gt;
or when to say nothing and just let go;&lt;br /&gt;
with courage to walk out from things that will&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause bitterness in my life&lt;br /&gt;
and to remove the things that will act like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weeds and thorns in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li id="time"&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Quality Time&lt;/h5&gt;In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like  full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is  critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down,  and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel  truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure  to listen can be especially hurtful.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li id="gifts"&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Receiving Gifts&lt;/h5&gt;Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of  gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift.  If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you  are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was  sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a  hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of  everyday gestures.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li id="service"&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/h5&gt;Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely!  Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an  “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most  want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments,  and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their  feelings don’t matter.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li id="touch"&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/h5&gt;This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary  language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats  on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm,  shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern,  care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while  neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My boyfriend scored the highest for Acts of Service while I scored the highest for Quality Time. It means that he shows love through helping me and he feels loved whenever I help him with something. As for my side, I don't mind helping him because every chance of helping him is a quality time for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gracy Chapman, the author of the book, also wrote God Speaks Your Love Language which according to him, he used the Five Love Language to explain the love relationship of Christians with God. &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;"What makes one person feel loved does not necessarily make another  person feel loved.  God knows you, and He chooses to speak your Love  Language."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that explains the different ways of people in showing how much they love the Lord and how they felt His love. Personally, I feel the presence and love of the Lord whenever I spend quality time with Him. I just realized that lately. It is only when I started to devote time to spend silence and music with Him that I felt his overflowing love again. Interesting book and thoughts, I'll definitely grab a copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's your love language? Take the assessment &lt;a href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/love/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-6561744477055157423?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Kenny Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
You don`t have to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;
Like a shadow by your side&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be with you right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stumble and you fall&lt;br /&gt;
But you can always lean on me&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be there to see you through&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
When your dreams seem far away&lt;br /&gt;
Even in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;
You can face the world unafraid&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And if you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
You will feel me next to you&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what you`re going through&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here today, here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Through the joy, laughter and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
You`re in my heart with candid souls&lt;br /&gt;
If you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;
You`d know ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
The one who comes to your rescue&lt;br /&gt;
I`m the one you`ll never leave&lt;br /&gt;
I`ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what you going through&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering the Light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;I see a love that shines for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Unconditional, omnipresent, endless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Its brightness projects beauty, I'm in awe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;It illuminates my darkness with hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Strength, courage and wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;You keep my heart burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdujjyzz3E/TdU0kgSnucI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7YdI3RjAXnI/s1600/may-21-2011-doomsday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdujjyzz3E/TdU0kgSnucI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7YdI3RjAXnI/s320/may-21-2011-doomsday.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to WE CAN KNOW, the rapture of  believers will take place on May 21, 2011 and that God will destroy this  world on October 21, 2011. It was calculated by Harold Camping, the leader of an independent  Christian ministry called Family Radio Worldwide. http://www.wecanknow.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mark 13:33-37 says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; It’s like a man going away: He leaves his house and puts his servants  in charge, each with their assigned task, and tells the one at the door  to keep watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color: purple; font-size: small;"&gt;“Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the  house will come back—whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the  rooster crows, or at dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color: purple; font-size: small;"&gt;If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color: purple; font-size: small;"&gt;What I say to you, I say to everyone: ‘Watch!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think people can see what they want to see in the Bible. You can come up with whatever date or number you want to get by adding, subtracting, dividing and multiplying whatever numbers that you want to use. I think we can create whatever message using the Bible by taking here and there verses and putting everything together. I think it's wrong. However, these people who are predicting dates can be a good reminder for us. Surely, they caught everybody's attention; it was all over the news. I still believe that nobody can ever tell when the Lord is coming but to have a date set up like that, one can start to think...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"If that day will come, am I ready to face my Creator?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-469880006703742675?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.", says Proverbs 14:1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am thankful that the Lord blessed me with a wise woman to be my mom. She brought us to the Lord. She prayed for us. During my younger years, she would often use her charms and her beautiful eyes to stare at me so I'd be force to do things like praying, going to church, attending prayer meetings, studying, cleaning and cooking. She might be traditional, lecturing me and teaching me how to do things so that my future husband will not bring me back to my parents and say that I can't be a good wife, but hey I learned how to be responsible because of that. She's not only my mother but she is also my best friend. She is not only my best friend but she is also my brothers' and my dad's best friend. I don't know how she can actually divide her self for everybody. She's a wondermom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Wives, in the same way  submit yourselves to your own husbands so that, if any of them do not  believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of  their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives. Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate  hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a  gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in  God used to adorn themselves. They submitted themselves to their own  husbands.", says 1 Peter 3:1-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that my dad is also thankful to have her as his wife. My mom is the most patient and loving person I've ever known in my life. She was able to survive the life of an army wife. She raised us while living a life that will surely make a woman worry about their partner's life. I remember how she remained to be loving and understanding despite of the fact that her life as an army wife is more challenging than to be in a long distance relationship. I saw how she lifted up her worries to the Lord. We experienced to have no communication from dad for months and he used to come home at most twice a month. My dad is a workaholic; he loves his job so much. He is blessed to have my mother as wife. She never questioned or made him choose between his passion or his family. She supported and loved him unconditionally. My mom told me that she used to tell me stories and show me a picture of him everyday so that I wouldn't forget about him. I guess that's how I became a daddy's girl even for the fact that I grew up without him on my side 24/7. I have the best relationship with my father and it's all because of my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb", says Psalm 139:13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lord, thank You for this wonderful woman whom you've chosen to be my mother. I pray that You will bless me with the same strength, wisdom, love and beauty so that I will become a wise woman who can build my own wonderful family someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;A wife of noble character who can find?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;She is worth far more than rubies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;She brings him good, not harm all the days of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;She is clothed with strength and dignity;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;she can laugh at the days to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;She watches over the affairs of her household&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;and does not eat the bread of idleness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;Her  children arise and call her blessed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;her husband also, and he praises  her:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;“Many women do noble things,but you surpass them all.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Give her the reward she has earned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;and let her works bring her praise at the city gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Proverbs 31:10-12 and 25-31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-7984076160894161135?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;"When you become aware of silence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;immediately there is that state of inner still alertness. You are present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;You have stepped out of thousands of years of collective&lt;br /&gt;
human conditioning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That quote by Eckhart Tolle in Stillness Speaks was one of the quotes that we read during our Singles Worship last Friday. Our lecture about stillness and silence made me reminisce about that "silent date" and the feeling of intimacy that I felt. It made me realize and I am surprise and ashamed to admit that I&amp;nbsp; haven't actually had that kind of silent&amp;nbsp; moment with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder why. I think it's because the presence of&amp;nbsp; the Lord is more intimidating than to be with an ordinary being. Yes, I can spend time with Him without telling Him what I want but I can never stay in His presence without telling Him how much I love Him. I say endless words of praises. It's not bad. He's wonderful, amazing, marvelous, magnificent...He's just the best and He deserves to be praised; but because of His greatness I become too overwhelmed that I couldn't help not to tell Him how great He is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's like standing face to face with somebody you wanted to impress, perhaps that person you like or love, you just want to look your best, say the best things and be 100% prepared to do or give whatever that person wants. Again, it's not bad but because I was&amp;nbsp; too busy thinking and planning about the next big move to make, I missed the opportunity to listen and witness Him. The things that I planned, said, gave and did, maybe weren't the things that He wanted from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I imagined the Lord asking me tap water but because I wanted to serve Him so bad and because He's great, I handed Him bottled water. He didn't gave it back&amp;nbsp; because I was already away looking for a straw and a napkin. Then a sandwich. Then I became busy looking for entertainers for my Special Guest. I became too busy that I didn't even noticed that the Lord didn't touch my bottled water because He's actually allergic to plastics and also to sandwiches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silence is intimidating. Silence will give your heart the chance to see. However, stillness is more intimidating. Stillness will allow you to see a person clearly. Stillness can make the components of a solution settle. It's like oil and water being mixed together, you will never have a clear view of how much water or oil is in it unless&amp;nbsp; you leave it standing for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think to be still in the presence of the Lord will not only let you hear Him speak but it can&amp;nbsp; also make you see how much darkness is in you. It's very easy to do little good things to make our selves feel good and to make us think that I am a good Christian, I am a true follower of Christ. We constantly stir the solution so that we can trick ourselves that the water is still pure. It's hard to be still because it's painful to see that we don't deserve the goodness of the Lord. Although we know that the Lord will accept us, that it is by grace that we are saved, I think as a being blessed to know what's right and wrong, we still somehow hope that we have been doing what is right and we can call ourselves deserving of His great love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's in stillness that we will be challenge to face our guilt, shame and pride. It's in stillness that we can completely and honestly say, &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Jesus, thank You for Your great love and for the cross."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;"When you look at a tree and perceive its stillness,&lt;br /&gt;
you become still yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
You connect with it at a very deep level.&lt;br /&gt;
You feel a oneness with whatever you perceive in&lt;br /&gt;
and through stillness.&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling the oneness of yourself with all things is love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-1961216332145505063?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As I delve into the silence of my being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;allow me to see Your love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;the kind of love that never fails to supply me joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;a love that could replace all my despair with happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Your love that could help me see the beauty of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;so I can handle each disappointment and pain with grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Your love that gives me strength and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;despite of all my worries and fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Your love that comforts my weary heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;I know this broken road will lead me to a better scenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Your love that makes me shine, sparkle, bloom, glow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;You're holding my hand as I walk this journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;As I delve into the silence of my being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, envelope me with Your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(THE PRODIGAL SON'S LULLABY)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can I see Your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and receive Your loving grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I am here shamed in sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurting You deep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet every time I run and flee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take me home forgiving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the skies I feel Your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no other love can be this much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are there as I hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Your arms open wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for You alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have the greatest love the world has ever known&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a love that never ceases to embrace a weary heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and give a brand new start&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;provides light where the sun has never shown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now I can understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that I am here because of Your love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I take Your gentle hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only to sin again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yet You turn then stubbornly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you take me home, forgiving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can love as great as this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even want to exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh God of all that's good and true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please believe I love You too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though I walk through desert's doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will fear nothing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I am here because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are there as I hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Your arms open wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though I walk through desert's doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will fear nothing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as You take me by the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I am here&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheer up, you guys! I know that there are no words that could comfort you and lessen the pain that you are feeling. Blab as much as you can about how it hurts. Cry if you have to, but find strength and hope in Him. Know that He is preparing somebody who fits you the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a secret to tell...*_* I pray for my future lifetime partner. Aside for praying for my present boyfriend, I also pray for my future one. The song Bless The Broken Road became my song for him after a friend of mine shared it to me while I was crying about someone; the words of the song comforted me. It actually made me happy. It reminded me that God is always there for me and He loves me so much. He's a King and I am His daughter; therefore, I deserve and I believe that He'll give me a Prince. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might also want to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightedpen.blogspot.com/2010/10/mastery-of-love.html"&gt;The Mastery of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a reflection about The Mastery of Love, a book given to me by my special someone. I believe that he gave it to me because he noticed that I need to learn more about self-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said in his letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you'll learn a lot from this book because I believe in you. I know you are capable of so much more and you are way better than you give yourself credit for. Don't be afraid to love yourself because I do. Don't be afraid to aim high. If you fall, I'll give you my hand, help you stand up, and say "Try again, I know you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can picture what kind of a man he is. Every day, I thank God that He gave me the opportunity to share a chapter of my life with him. I feel so blessed to have someone who'd  literally pray with me, who shares the same faith with me, who constantly reminds me to pray and to...not love him so much. hahaha. I mean, he actually helps me not to let our relationship eclipse my personal relationship with the Lord. I love how he comforts me about my problems and reminds me to let go everything to Him. I also love that he is my praise buddy. I love that he always play worship songs in his car. I love how he makes me laugh and how he carries the extra courage that I needed to do things. I love how rational he is. He's like everything in one and most especially, he is a friend...and...=P enough..hahaha..this page is not about him but yeah, I hope you can picture him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before he became my boyfriend, I was already thanking God that I met him (he's a retreat brother) and the wisdom that he has been blessed.  Believe me, I can see his flaws and actually, the first time  that I listened to Rascal Flatts' version of Bless the Broken Road was when I cried because of him. hehe That's why, I believe that I will still be able to say prayers of thanks in the future no matter where our shared paths will end. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lightedpen.blogspot.com/2010/10/mastery-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 145px; height: 212px;" src="http://spiralspiritofferings.com/shop/images/The%20Mastery%20of%20Love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightedpen.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-life.html"&gt;Love Life...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is about my personal relationship with the Lord and the lessons I've learned from my past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lightedpen.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-life.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 192px; height: 179px;" src="http://www.thinkbudget.com/pictures/couple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-3806547611106993158?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember thinking about the hopeful treats that I can get after the ceremonies just so I can push myself to dress up even though I knew my mom would say that we should go straight home after the mass so the blessings will go directly in our house instead of it being poured at the mall. Yes, I grew up thinking that malls are full of clothes and things and the cashier with money because of the churchgoers who goes there instead of going home after mass. Oh the excuses of my creative mother to discretely say that we don't have extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to what people think and say back home in the Philippines, my family is really not wealthy. However, I just didn't feel the lack of material things when I was a child nor did I wished for more than what I have because I have always seen my parents, especially my mom, thank God for everything. She praises Him for even the smallest blessing that you could ever think of and so I grew up knowing that the Lord has always been good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the story of Job; Satan argued about his motives of staying loyal to God. Satan said that Job sees God as a meal ticket and if he  weren’t getting what he wanted, he would be  cursing Him rather than praying. Honestly, Satan got a point; sometimes we seek God because we know that it is only Him who can give us what we desire, sometimes we pray having the wrong motives. I am at times guilty of this. I pray because I am asking for something. Sometimes, I am like a child who only speaks to her parents just to get an allowance. James 4:3 says, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures".&lt;/span&gt; I enjoy talking to Him, telling Him about my hopes and dreams and about  how my day went but really, sometimes I have prayers like "LORD I AM  PRAYING, WHY WON'T YOU GIVE THIS ALREADY" hehe... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the kind of parents that I have; They stand as a good example for me. If it weren't for their light shining and guiding me, I think I wouldn't be able to find the strength to glorify God amidst my trials. I think parents are the good example when God said &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; in Matthew 5:16. If it weren't for who they are and what I see in them, I think my ways won't be corrected. Cindy Hess Kasper, in &lt;a href="http://odb.org/2011/01/30/looking-and-learning/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+odb%2Ffeed+%28Our+Daily+Bread%29"&gt;Our Daily Bread devotional for January 30, 2011 entitled Looking and Learning&lt;/a&gt;, said that the best way to set a good example for children is (for parents) to live out their faith in front of them. While they’re looking—they’re learning about  what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job said to God in Job  42:2-3, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I know that you can do  all things; no purpose of yours can be thwarted.  You asked, ‘Who is  this that obscures my plans without knowledge?’  Surely I spoke of  things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know"&lt;/span&gt;. This is one of the lessons that my parents had instilled to me: He can do all things. There is nothing that He can't do for me, and unanswered prayer doesn't mean that He's not listening or answering me; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” (James 4:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children may not inherit their parents’ talent,&lt;br /&gt;but they will absorb their values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-8175599534838738393?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And when it’s cool, he wants it hot. Always wanting what is not.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5THnG2dZro/TSviUjJEz2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/vPeBTv5io-o/s1600/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560787007577575266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5THnG2dZro/TSviUjJEz2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/vPeBTv5io-o/s320/image0011.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 221px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many things that I've learned from my mom is to be contented and thank God for everything. If we complain about the weather, I'm using that as an example because it's winter and honestly I kinda *sigh* dislike it, she tells us to thank and praise God for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Thank You Lord for the cool air and for giving us the opportunity to see and experience snow", says my mother a couple of times looking out the window while I repeatedly mutter about how cold it is and how the weather makes me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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If it's summer and it's too hot, she tells us to think cool and she'll start saying "Thank You Lord for the sun and the warmth" out loud with all smiles, eyes closed, head facing the sky and sometimes spreading her arms wide as she feels the rays of the sun hit her skin; Her gratefulness to the Lord is so contagious and/or her spirit is just too happy for  me to continue murmuring my complains about the burning weather that I end up doing what she does and end up feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom always use the weather to start her sermon about how people are most of the time dissatisfied and hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;
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We, people, often upgrade our desires and goals whenever we reach one thing; It's actually not bad but what makes it bad is when our hearts become clouded with unhappy thoughts and when we start to have restless days because of our desires to reach those goals. It's bad when we start to feel helpless, insecure, the feeling of wanting to push and to step on people just to be on top and the unhealthy craving of wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;
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The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will have it by hook or by crook"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am getting there no matter what"&lt;/span&gt; statements, though they sound daring and driven is actually dangerous. I think that those words are from a person who forgets to check God's plan. We often see only our immediate circumstances and as a human nature, we  automatically work on an action and we strive harder to get going to reach that somewhere we want our selves to be without even consulting Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it's hard to be patient especially when obstacles block our vision. I know it's too tempting to step higher, to walk further, to accomplish and have more but we must remind ourselves, I must keep in mind, that there is a time for everything. We may not understand everything and God may conceal the purpose of His ways, but we should remember that His ways are not without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
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We should learn how to be content in whatever circumstances. We should be, I pray that I will always be, able to say with confidence that &lt;span style="color: #333399; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I  have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation,  whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength". (Philippians 4:12-13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-3268026986595055706?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The latter amused me so much because I've never thought of googling the meaning of it or what candy cane symbolizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you look at the candy cane like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" src="http://www.sermons4kids.com/CandyCane-small.gif" border="0" height="32" width="32" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; it definitely looks like the letter J.  Jesus starts with the letter J, so that should remind us of Jesus and help us to remember that Christmas is Jesus' birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you look at the candy cane like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" src="http://www.sermons4kids.com/candycane-small2.gif" border="0" height="32" width="32" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it looks like a shepherd's crook. In about 1670  the choirmaster in Cologne Cathedral had sticks of candy bent into the shape of a  shepherd’s crook and passed them out to children who attended the  ceremonies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A shepherd uses his crook to keep the sheep from wandering away from the flock and getting lost or eaten by a wild animal.  The Bible says,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Lord is my shepherd." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The candy cane should remind us that Jesus is our shepherd and he will keep us from wandering away and getting lost or hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The color white in a candy cane symbolizes purity.  It should remind us that Jesus was the spotless Lamb of God and that because he came to be the sacrifice for our sin, we can become as white as snow. The flavor of  peppermint is similar to another member of the mint family, hyssop. In  the Old Testament hyssop was used for purification and sacrifice, and  this is said to also symbolize the purity of Jesus and the sacrifice he made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The candy cane should also have three red stripes.   The Bible tells us that before he was crucified, Jesus was beaten with a whip which made blood-red stripes across his back.  The Bible says that we are healed by those stripes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(He himself bore our sins in             his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for             righteousness; by his stripes you have been healed.  1 Peter             2:24 )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The stripes on the candy cane should remind us that Jesus suffered and died, so that we can have an everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Faith never knows where it is being led,&lt;br /&gt;but it loves and knows the One who is leading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;May we all remember the birth of the Good Shepherd during our celebration and give Him our love and faith as our gift. =D Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="185" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7HjFTW7xlw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7HjFTW7xlw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="185" width="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Over the skies of Bethlehem appeared a star&lt;br /&gt;While angels sang to lowly shepherds&lt;br /&gt;Three Wisemen seeking truth they traveled from afar&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find the child from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Falling on their knees they bow before the humble Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun cannot compare to the glory of your love&lt;br /&gt;There is no shadow in your presence&lt;br /&gt;No mortal man would dare to stand before your throne&lt;br /&gt;Before the Holy One of heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's only by Your blood&lt;br /&gt;It's only through Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bring an offering of worship to our King&lt;br /&gt;No one on earth deserves the praises that we sing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus may you receive the honor that you're due&lt;br /&gt;O Lord I bring an offering to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ALSO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;December 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Phillip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5THnG2dZro/TRUBmiq4lDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/myjlcavDGLI/s1600/jayme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5THnG2dZro/TRUBmiq4lDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/myjlcavDGLI/s320/jayme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554347477084705842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He's one of my answered prayers. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love you bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-4497079798710392165?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was crazy crazy crazy; I don't know how I managed to stay awake during my classes. But even though I became really exhausted, I felt the happiest during those days because I was able to provide care and share my love to somebody. However, a month after my full-time elder/patient's 100th birthday her body gave up from infection which caused her death. I was out of job after that because I just couldn't take the schedule of the other aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life is back to slow-mo...and now I realized that I don't know how to pray anymore. I just couldn't pray and be still because my mind wanders instantly once I sit. For days, aside from reading the daily devotionals, I've read the previous entries from Our Daily Bread to  seek for answers, to find something to ignite the fire within me, to help me rescue my passion or just to help me figure out what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, December 12, is the birthday of my mom and we just had a gathering with some friends. I think we are all tired, I am tired. However, I don't know I just logged in to check some videos on Youtube and I was led to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCc5g4-37ho?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCc5g4-37ho?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After Your Heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;by Moira Dela Torre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring me to the highest mountains&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to the widest plains&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the skies above&lt;br /&gt;I'd still call out Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to the deepest waters&lt;br /&gt;Drive me through the longest roads&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from these shadows&lt;br /&gt;I'd still call out Your name&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand firm and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna go somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run towards You&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna look away&lt;br /&gt;Cause my eyes are fixed on You&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live for someone else&lt;br /&gt;Cause You gave a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;And these feet will keep on going&lt;br /&gt;I'm after Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to Your love's chambers&lt;br /&gt;Bring me in Your midst&lt;br /&gt;bring me to the palm of your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail me towards the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Sail me through the rivers run&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings wide&lt;br /&gt;And I'll still call out Your Name&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand firm and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can satisfy, I'm after Your heart&lt;br /&gt;To You alone, I give my life, I'm after Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;these feet were made to run after You&lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The song just touched me, I just miss Him so much. After listening to it, I realized how my busy schedule made me had no room to be still or talk to Him. I realized that even though I do good things and I render service to other people, it will still never be enough, I still need time to be with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paintingmania.com/arts/george-seurat/small/meadow-sitting-farmer-girl-123_7144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 124px;" src="http://www.paintingmania.com/arts/george-seurat/small/meadow-sitting-farmer-girl-123_7144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The song reminded me of His great love and the precious moments I had with Him whenever I am in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I felt really incomplete without You. I became worried because I really don't know where to start or what went wrong. Thank You for reminding me to fix my eyes on You, to keep running towards You because You alone can satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank You for giving me the chance to be an intern at New York Eye and Ear, I will start on Tuesday. Thank You also for my work every week, I may not be earning that much anymore but at least I am not doing it for 72 hours a week. Thank You for helping me where to start. Thank You for the song and the talent of the composer/singer. I miss You so much Lord. I love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-4344527065315795566?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just have to share this because this my story. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://images.clipartof.com/small/46783-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-3d-White-Character-Pulling-A-Rope-In-A-Game-Of-Tug-Of-War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/46783-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-3d-White-Character-Pulling-A-Rope-In-A-Game-Of-Tug-Of-War.jpg" style="float: left; height: 137px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 227px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabbi Edwin Friedman tells the story of a man who had given much thought to what he wanted from life. After trying many things, succeeding at some and failing at others, he finally decided what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day the opportunity came for him to experience exactly the way of living that he had dreamed about. But the opportunity would be available only for a short time. It would not wait, and it would not come again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eager to take advantage of this open pathway, the man started on his journey. With each step, he moved faster and faster. Each time he thought about his goal, his heart beat quicker; and with each vision of what lay ahead, he found renewed vigor.&lt;br /&gt;
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As he hurried along, he came to a bridge that crossed through the middle of a town. The bridge spanned high above a dangerous river.&lt;br /&gt;
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After starting across the bridge, he noticed someone coming the opposite direction. The stranger seemed to be coming toward him to greet him. A the stranger grew closer, the man could discern that they didn't know each other, but yet they looked amazingly similar. They were even dressed alike. The only difference was that the stranger had a rope wrapped many times around his waist. If stretched out, the rope would reach a length of perhaps thirty feet.&lt;br /&gt;
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The stranger began to unwrap the rope as he walked. Just as the two men were about to meet, the stranger said, "Pardon me, would you be so kind as to hold the end of the rope for me?"&lt;br /&gt;
The man agreed without a thought, reached out, and took it.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Thank you," said the stranger. He then added, "Two hands now, and remember, hold tight." At that point, the stranger jumped off the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man on the bridge abruptly felt a strong pull from the now-extended rope. He automatically held tight and was almost dragged over the side of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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"What are you trying to do?" he shouted to the stranger below.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Just hold tight," said the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is ridiculous, the man thought. He began trying to haul the other man in. Yet it was just beyond his strength to bring the other back to safety.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again he yelled over the edge, "Why did you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Remember," said the other, "if you let go, I will be lost."&lt;br /&gt;
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"But I cannot pull you up," the man cried.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I am your responsibility," said the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I did not ask for it," the man said.&lt;br /&gt;
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"If you let go, I am lost," repeated the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man began to look around for help. No one was within sight.&lt;br /&gt;
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He began to think about his predicament. Here he was eagerly pursuing a unique opportunity, and now he was being sidetracked for who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I can tie the rope somewhere, he thought. He examined the bridge carefully, but there was no way to get rid of his new found burden.&lt;br /&gt;
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So he again yelled over the edge, "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Just your help," came the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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"How can I help? I cannot pull you in, and there is no place to tie the rope while I find someone else who could help you."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Just keep hanging on," replied the dangling man. "That will be enough."&lt;br /&gt;
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Fearing that his arms could not hold out much longer, he tied the rope around his waist.&lt;br /&gt;
"Why did you do this?" he asked again. "Don't you see who you have done? What possible purpose could you have in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Just remember," said the other, "my life is in your hands."&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the man was perplexed. He reasoned within himself, If I let go, all my life I will know that I let this other man die. If I stay, I risk losing my momentum toward my own long-sought-after salvation. Either way this will haunt me forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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As time went by, still no one came. The man became keenly aware that it was almost too late to resume his journey. If he didn't leave immediately, he wouldn't arrive in time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, he devised a plan. "Listen," he explained to the man hanging below, "I think I know how to save you." He mapped out the idea. The stranger could climb back up by wrapping the rope around him. Loop by loop, the rope would become shorter.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the dangling man had no interest in the idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I don't think I can hang on much longer," warned the man on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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"You must try," appealed the stranger. "If you fail, I die."&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly a new idea struck the man on the bridge. It was different and even alien to his normal way of thinking. "I want you to listen carefully," he said, "because I mean what I am about to say."&lt;br /&gt;
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The dangling man indicated that he was listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I will not accept the position of choice for your life, only for my own; I hereby give back the position of choice for your own life to you."&lt;br /&gt;
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"What do you mean?" the other asked, afraid.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I mean, simply, it's up to you. You decide which way this ends. I will become the counterweight. You do the pulling and bring yourself up. I will even tug some from here."&lt;br /&gt;
He unwound the rope from around his waist and braced himself to be a counterweight. He was ready to help as soon as the dangling man began to act.&lt;a href="http://www.chez-nousbb.co.uk/Images/ropeBridge/clip_image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.chez-nousbb.co.uk/Images/ropeBridge/clip_image004.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 231px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 231px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"You cannot mean what you say," the other shrieked. "You would not be so selfish. I am your responsibility. What could be so important that you would let someone die? Do not do this to me."&lt;br /&gt;
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After a long pause, the man on the bridge uttered slowly, "I accept your choice." In voicing those words, he freed his hands and continued his journey over the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Would you let go of the rope? Would you even accept the rope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After reading the story, you can say that the man shouldn't have let go of the rope, that he is selfish for doing so. If I will be that man, I will surely feel guilty for letting go. However, in the story the man showed his willingness to help, he actually helped the stranger and even presented a lot of options to choose for him to be safe but the stranger kept on refusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to save the world. I want everybody to be happy. Sometimes, I unknowingly accept ropes of other people but most of the time I do this willingly. I think I am strong enough to handle everything but later on I whine because I am already exhausted and struggling to hold on. Holding other people's rope also led me to frustration and depression because I end up having regrets about not being able to do things for my self. However, I can also feel guilt for not helping all the time and all the way because I am a Christian. It's not that I feel like I am obligated to help but, I don't know, sometimes there's a part in my heart that screams that I should and I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Ecclesiastes 3 He said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens...He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think, helping others, even though it is what Christians should do, also needs to be prayed for. I don't do this. I don't pray if I should, I just say yes and yes even though it's not right anymore or I am not yet ready to take the rope. I know it takes time and a lot of guidance for me to change some of my ways in doing things, but I thank God for His great love. I know He can already see that I really need to be corrected as soon as possible and I thank Him for He sent me people to help me learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1082682370936367567-797601418076393379?l=lightedpen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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