Something on a Midday

Well said, Ben Stein. Very well said.

This was the sum total of my thoughts when I was on the road midday yesterday. I kind of synthesized and debriefed myself for what had, what has, and what is about to come.

That's the reason why I love long travels. It feels like I am forced to shutdown all active systems in my thoughts to bring me to, if I may say, prayer time. It works for me. Really.

I've still got too much to do and take. Literally. I will be counting years, man. Does it bother me? A bit. Really? Not much. Ahm, I don't know. Maybe not yet. I really don't know.


But from where I am today, I know I am (as all of us are) called to do the best, whatever the given circumstance. Favorable or not. Comfortable or not. Uh oh, I think I need to swallow hard(er). Heehee. 

Being given a vision and a dream bigger than myself, I know I am called to make the most of every opportunity. And that I have a perpetual calling to help others. I want to be of excellent help. And that's the reason, too I was on the road yesterday on a midday.

As I am aiming towards that, as I take every step, may I always be reminded of those people I'd like to help and serve in the course of my lifetime. 

My preparation time isn't going to be an easy, overnight deal. I know that to the bones. It is just my sincerest prayer that God, by His grace will keep my spirit alive and going and fighting. Understand defeat but never to embrace surrender.

My midday travel has somewhat prepared me for the things I was not expecting to hear and do. God is so gentle and wise. He knows I will be on that very thin brink of giving up and going on had He not spoken to me on that midday travel. God knows best. He really does.

My mentor told me to write the thoughts I had on yesterday's midday. So, here I am banging the keys. I know she's right. She knows man's vulnerability and susceptibility to discouragements. At times I happen to fall in the pit of low spirits, I know I just need to go back to this post. And if I happen to rant, seems like forgetting what I had written, help me remember this post.

Will you?

Shades of Home

Hello, it's been a while. It's been a long while.

I am officially home. It was on April 30th I finally bid good-bye to a chapter of many years. 

And now that I am officially back home, I am taking one day at a time. I am taking each pace slow but sure. I am still afraid, perhaps. But, this fear that I have is an acknowledgment that I can't do this alone. Probably the Lord had already called and summoned the heavens to calm me down. Hey, it will be okay. You will be okay. I got you, okay?

It was more than two years ago I penned The Grace to Stay & The Grace to Go. It's just so funny how time flies and now that I am living on the Go. Coming back home was not an overnight deal of decision I had made. It's God's grace that prepared me (that long), it's by His grace I was led out, and it's the very same grace that will carry me through.

And now that I am officially back home, I am keeping the hue alive and the same. I have filled my heart and abode shades of life and hope. I think it will do me good as the window brings this each day:

As I wake up each day, there were times I needed to come to my senses first to say to myself, 

I am really back home. I really am. :)

Just Me, Praying Away

“Lord, may and let Your grace hold me together, day in or day out. When spontaneity calls out at the door, may I always, at all times represent You the way You want to be represented. May I not drop You in unguarded moments. May I not put away or trade every thing You did for me for sudden burst of feelings. May I always be reminded of You and only You at times I am placed in situations I am not comfortable with. It has always been easier said than done, but in Your grace I fully depend, for in You, I know it can be done.”

Amen.

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What's That You Have in Your Hand?

* This has been a draft since January 29th, 

briefly posted then on my social network page, 

made available on this blog just today. :)

“WHAT’S THAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR HAND?” has been a resounding question, from the songs I hear, blogs I read and different accounts from the Bible brought to remembrance.

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What’s that you have in your hand,

MOSES? A staff (Exodus 4:2)

SHAMGAR? An oxgoad (Judges 3:31)

SAMSON? A fresh jawbone of a donkey (Judges 15:16)

WIDOW at ZAREPATH? A handful of flour & a little oil (1 Kings 17:12)

LITTLE BOY? 5 small barley loaves & 2 small fish (John 6:3)

These little things in their hands were used to do the impossible, perform the miracles, do the wonders, etc. ~ ALL on God's account:

Staff

That very same staff that Moses had had changed all the water of Nile into blood. And the same staff parted the Red Sea.

Oxgoad

Shamgar, with an oxgoad, struck down six hundred Philistines.

Jawbone

Samson, finding and grabbing a fresh jawbone of a donkey, struck down a thousand men.

Flour & Oil

The widow at Zarepath’s a handful of flour and a little oil in a jug did not run dry.

5 Loaves & 2 Fish

The loaves and the fish were able to feed about five thousand men (beside women and children). More so, at the end, twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over were gathered(!)

On these accounts we see, as an application, God, to fulfill His purposes doesn’t ask for what we do not have. But, He asks for what we (already) do have. Once we know, once we make it available at His disposal, then we witness the miracle of the moment. Isn’t it a grand thing to see the least at its greatest on the very time it was set? J

I've still got so many things on my head but as a reflection in a nutshell, the question remains the same,

“What’s that you have in your hand?”

Tell Me. Tell Him.

I remember the last time I cried. 5 days ago. Charge it to a triggered memory. It was hard. Really hard. 

I literally had needed someone to talk with. Literally I had none. Unfortunately. Not to mention what time it was. I refuse to sound spiritual but really, I knew it would be a 'God and I' moment. Basically, this post is in honor of Him who was there... that I will not forget what He did for me right then, right there.

“Tell me where it hurts.”

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I did. 
Refreshed the memory. 
Told the story. 
It's not at all glory.

And He really did make me feel better.

The next time you'll get to be on the same road where I was, be comforted with same

“Tell me...”

Don't hesitate. Don't wait.

Tell Him.

Would that be okay? 
He will be there for you. He will never fail.