Trials put our faith to the test.
No matter what its source or intensity, there’s something about suffering that simplifies life and draw us back to the basics. Invariably, especially during a time of intense trial,…. I go back to what I really believe. I return to the elementals such as prayer and dependence, like getting quiet and waiting on God. I remind myself, God is sovereign… this is no accident. He has plan and a purpose. Those thoughts give us hope beyond our trials.
Trials put pur faith to the tests as well as stretch our confidence in Him. They force us back to the bedrock of faith upon which our foundation rests, and this becomes a refining and necessary process.
When it feels as if everything falls apart,
I will cling to the fact that you keep your word.
One thing you have promised is, in Heaven,
suffering will cease, never again will we grieve.
Help me to trust that you will deliver me from,
these tough times, see me through for your glory.
Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope
we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his promise.
Time fleeting, things keep moving,
each day, in a second, phase changes.
Season is blowing, the world turning,
bits and pieces of our moment switches.
Embrace each flash and feel the flow,
dance with the sunset, kiss every sunrise,
Give a smile, a hug, let our love grow.
spread, share, shout it out now, time flies.
My favorite Ryan Farish 🙂
I see you in the mirror, waving at me,
too close yet far, your love and strength I see.
Hear me I say, I am reaching for you,
I am lost, this heart wanders, carry me through.
I long to wish again, awake this soul,
fill my mind with new dreams that once stole.
Write me a story with chapters of hope,
paint my path with love and hues of the rainbow.
When will I see you again, old reflection?
An image of the past, once I was.
Sometimes in life we come across so much hurt and pain that will try to break us, and lose ourselves. In the corner of our heart, there’s always this seeds of hope God sprinkles that awaits to sprout, grows, flourish, if we only allow. Trust God’s power to bring back one’s self.
You don’t seem to see, heart is on fire, burning,
you don’t seem to know, tears keep falling.
Sadness, longings written in every drop of rain,
in bracing winds I whispered hurt and pain.
Unspoken words you’ll hear in notes of string,
love you took, you left, lost and wandering.
<Weekly Reflection-Prayer Poetry>
Genuine humility isn’t something we can announce very easily. To claim this virtue is, as a rule , to forfeit it. Humility is the fairest and rarest flower that blooms. Put it on display and instantly it wilts and loses its fragrance!…No, humility is not something to be announced. It simply belongs in one’s life, in the private journal of one’s walk with God.
There are two simple and quick ways God says the true condition of the heart is revealed. The first is through eyes and the second is through the mouth ( Luke 6:45)…keen counselors and wise people are careful to listen words ( what is said as well as what isn’t said) and watch the eyes of others. You soon discover that the heart is like a well and the eyes and tongue are like buckets that draw water from the same well. If true humility is not in the heart, the eyes will show it.
Please show us what it means to be humble.
Then, we’ll be able to find the delicate balance
between recognizing our sinful flaws,
and knowing how much you value us.
True humility involves seeing ourselves,
as you see us, no better or worse in your sight
than anyone else but one who’s worth dying for.
No wonder true humility is the pathway
to discover how to serve you and other people.
In water below, a reflection I see,
a resemblance of another image
In those two eyes, sadness rooted
blank stare that tells me a story.
Silence speaks volume than words
space in between, truth unfolds.
We should learn how to listen more than it say, effort to hear not only the words that another person can say …..
“Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave”
*my little one*
Worship, Praise and adoration
All belong to Jesus’ name
Freely give your heart’s devotion,
Constantly His love proclaim
Got inspired by this American animated television series ChalkZone , the series follows Rudy Tabootie, an elementary school student whose magic chalk allows him into the ChalkZone, an alternate dimension where everything drawn on a blackboard and erased becomes real. I was watching last night and something popped into my head…
If given two
to draw a thing,
First will be a pair
of wings flapping,
to fly, soar high
so as to give this
little fantasy a try.
It’s like reaching
a wishful dream,
only waiting for
a light to gleam.
Second is a word
PEACE to touch
a troubled heart,
yearns for love,
Imagine a world,
It’s a beautiful place
to stay and settle in.
Oh magical chalk
If you’re only real….
.(◕‿◕✿) Nodz ~
There’s nothing better than seeing your love ones still fast asleep. We all had a good night, thank God, no night ouchies! Our little one joined us over dinner last night and finally smiling now. I can say our little soldier is finally back but I know how it feels everytime there’s a burning pain somewhere. Still, he is recuperating from 3 weeks hospital stay , 3 more weeks, I guess, then hoping. Early this morning, I was clearing some clutters in the room, saw this mickey mouse alphabet coloring book and a box of large crayons. I suddenly remembered it was him who chose this stuff, while we were in a mall bookstore. It seems like ages now since we had this little shopping alone, no series of surgeries had done yet, he can still run and walk freely without something that would bother him. On the other side of the room, there’s this two little bikes kept (when was the last time he rode this bikes) His childhood was stolen from him, in and out of the hospital for 4 years, prefers to lie down most of the time. One of my sentiments – how can he still manage to smile and be contented, yet he knows he’s carrying something that would stay there for a lifetime. I know kids are resilient by nature than we are –– taken from my personal journal
Sometimes , when we love someone , we feel we just can’t give them enough. I think most parents feel this way about their children. Love make us generous. But generosity is more than giving. If anyone could have showered gifts on those he loved, it was God, but He didn’t. Instead He provided for their basic needs; he saw to it that they had sheltered and enough to eat . He watched them counting coins when he could have filled their laps with riches. God gave something more precious and more lasting than gifts. He gave us the gift of understanding. He knew how hard it is to live in this world. He felt what others felt and couldn’t put into words. In our little boy’s case, if not with that gift of understanding towards his real health condition, probably he won’t be smiling and fighting. Just a share 🙂 Short poem for today-
Out of the depths,
My utter despair
Out of my blahs
I cried to you
I was saved
(◕‿◕✿) Nodz ~