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Hear His voice, He speaks to you in silence, gently, with such sense of humor sometimes that you find yourself laughing with Him.  The first time I learned that I need to undergo surgery, I asked Him these simple questions:

Lord, would I have to bear another scar? He answered:  Yes, but this time I’ll make sure that it would look better than the first. True enough, though it reached a long 9 inches, the cut was clean, it was a long straight line.

I am afraid Lord, I don’t want to undergo  another surgery. Then He whispered, Don’t you worry, I’ll hold your hands and will carry you when it’s done.

I lost weight when I was  at the hospital, 10 lbs. to be exact and I was worried I’ll lose even more if I have to undergo further treatments and He assured me by saying, Oh come on, you need to lose a little more. By the time you’re done, you’ll be able to wear all those medium size dresses, and those dainty Hang Ten T-shirts that you love. He had me laughing so much  and right there and then, I wanted to hug Him and embrace Him tight.

The nurse at the chemotherapy unit briefed us on what to expect after each session of treatment.  Some chemotherapy drugs have that immediate effect of losing one’s hair and the wise recourse is for you to have it shaved, as in bald head?  Then I heard Him whispering in my ears again: Why, don’t you want to wear those trendy and fashionable  head-gear?  But I assure you, you won’t lose your hair. So I asked my oncologist if I won’t go bald and she told me that medications for colon cancer are quite safe from that.  Then I felt  Him nudging me, I told you  and you won’t believe. Forgive me Lord for doubting you  even for a minute.

At some moments when I feel so down, I remember that  God  chose me to share His suffering and I am privileged that He trusts me enough to bear my cross.  Dear Lord, thank you for making me so special in your eyes.

(P.S. This is a re-blog, a post I made when I was just starting this blog back in June 2009, a month before my scheduled  sigmoid surgery.- arlene)

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Believe it, it’s Sunday again and it’s like it was only yesterday when Nate and I were busy being crazy together.

Do you believe that faith is a choice?

Early this morning, the homily was about faith and choices. There is this story of a man traveling in a secluded place when he lost the brakes of his car. He catapulted to a ravine and the car went down the ridge with him hanging in a tree branch. It was dark and he could not see anything.  He prayed that his life be spared because he was not ready to die. He shouted for help but nobody came.  He noticed that he was being shackled by his shirt which was hanging from the tree. He prayed again fervently that someone helps him in his predicament. Then he heard a voice that said, “Jump and I will catch you.” But out of fear, he stayed and didn’t. The following day, some people found him hanging still, lifeless.  They looked at the road down, it was only a meter from where the man was. Because of fear, he died. Just imagine if he jumped, there was a possibility that he was saved.

Most of the time in our lives, we have to make choices. They may not be the best,  or it may not be the best choice we had to make but we believe in it.

Faith.

Never lose that faith.  Never lose that belief that somehow that One up there would never forsake us. Do not waver in your faith.  I remember a book I read before of Mitch Albom called Have A Little Faith. This book taught me so many things.  Our journeys in life are not always that smooth. We keep on believing that it would be one long ride of faith and courage.

Have a blessed week ahead.

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It’s always an early morning mass for us during Sundays. I usually wake up earlier than 5am to prepare for Sunday breakfast before we go the the 6:30 am mass. It s always nice to attend Sunday masses early. The weather is cool and the church is not too full. It was a good homily with Christ’ temptation at the mountain for a start. The good priest even quoted a popular song from long ago. It’s the first Sunday of Lent

It was written in Tagalog, sorry for that. It only mean that a lot of lives were destroyed because of greed and temptation. I like it though, the message is so clear. Keep yourself away from “tukso”.

Kayrami nang winasak na tahanan
Kayrami ng matang pinaluha
Kayrami ng pusong sinugatan
O, tukso, layuan mo ako

We dropped by the grocery store right after the mass then bought a kilo of sweet potato and saging saba at the wet market for snacks. Since Sunday is always a lazy day for us, and it means no preparation of elaborate meals, we also bought dinuguan for lunch from our suki (fave vendor). They sell lechon and paksiw na lechon too. Lechon is a whole roasted pig. They make the best so far.

Sundays are also family days for us. We spend them together at home reading, listening to music or just talking  or having conversations and kwentos. We catch up on things that happened during the week whether at work or at home. Sometimes, we also do grocery shopping on Sundays.

One of my nieces is getting  married on Tuesday, she’s the youngest of my oldest brother’s kids. They are born-again Christians so they have a different kind of nuptial ceremony from us. We are looking forward though to it.

Do you also spend Sunday like we do? Is it a lazy day for you too?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Where has January gone? It seemed like it just passed like a cho-cho train long gone. The days have been a little short for me. They were spent with a few close  friends, my daughter’s family  and most days visits to the hospital and to my doctors.  Before we know it, it will be February 1 tomorrow. I know, February may be as fast as January  because it is shorter by two or three  days. How come the days and moments arrive so soon?

I am getting there…thank God. After several visits to the doctor  and  laboratory tests, I finally am able to move as normal as I like. There are times though when it feels a little awkward, my grip to certain things is weak.  My blood sugar is still a bit high and my doctor is working on it. I have five types of medications at the moment.  I am not used to this, But I have to give it a chance.

It’s been a week since I posted  here last and it is kind of weird that I haven’t visited for a while. It makes blogging forgotten for a moment, not making comments nor liking posts by my friends. I wish I could turn back the clock and read them all but I don’t want to tax my strength  somehow. Maybe, some other days I could pay  those blogs a visit.

I am on my 22nd book at Goodreads. It is nice to spend time  reading  for a while. I’ve been on memoirs and YA books and one or two of novels with love stories for a change.  I must say, they are all good.  It makes  the days pass without being bored. I haven’t finished my gardening yet.  I still have to  plant some seeds that I bought late December last year. I am really looking forward to seeing Asters and Celosias in our yard.

There is a reunion coming later this month with some  of my  former office mates  at the bank where I worked before. It’s a lunch  party. I just wonder if I could attend.  Hopefully, I could.  I am finding it a little hard to blog, it’s like starting all over again.

 

 

 

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I had another play with an app on Facebook.  Sometimes, they hit the nail on the head, sometimes it is just a play with words. Are they just looking in to a few shout outs I made there?

Here’s what it says:

Not everyone knows the fights you have had to fight in life. Not everyone sees your scars  and the things that you had to go through. What they see is a smile on your face  and assumes all’s well  but only you know how much you are hurting still.

It’s  partly true. One has to be strong to face all those early trials in one’s life. One has to have faith in what comes next. One has to believe.  Standing strong. Standing still.  These are words that  always stand out when I think of the past. These are words that make me hope  to be better, to dream more and just feel glad I am  alive.

The smile would always be there. I believe in greeting each morning with a big smile on my face. I believe  that everything would be okay the moment I wake up. I just believe. One could be sensitive and sentimental enough to reminisce a little of what has been, the good times would always be memories to cherish,   but sometimes one should be  bold enough to accept the truth that things happen (maybe for a reason), that they  are not  a part of one’s dream.  We should not be afraid to  see what is at the bend in  the road,  there is probably something more to discover  that  makes life more meaningful. When you have faced challenging circumstances in your life and you’re still standing, I call that courage. When you believe that eventually things fall into place, I call that faith.

I love this quote from Helen Keller: “Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into light.”  

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It’s a wet and cold morning and it’s been raining on and off since the start of the weekend.  Hanging habagat  (southwest monsoon) is definitely here. It was a busy weekend though. It’s a good thing we were able to finish some gardening chores early.

When you are forced to stay at home because of the weather, you either keep busy or you relax to your heart’s content.  I did both…haha! Aside from gardening, I was able to find time to read two books over the weekend and to watch two movies on YouTube.  Yes, you heard it right.  For the first time in so many years, I caught myself finding some inspirational movies that would lift the soul and strengthen faith. The Song of Bernadette did just that. I could not remember the last time I watched this movie. I found a version in Blu-Ray. The Song of Bernadette is a 1943 drama film that tells the story of Bernadette Soubirous, a young visionary of Lourdes  who later became a saint. From February to July 1858 in Lourdes, France, she  reported eighteen visions of the Blessed Virgin Mary. This  film is based on the true story of Bernadette Soubirous, and adapted from the book written by  Franz Werfel.  What a lovely, lovely way to spend two hours straight infront of my computer and see this film.

Lately, I was lucky enough to find more books on faith and redemption and how beautiful life could be  despite the treacherous journey  and the unfaithfulness of mankind.  Alicia Ruggieri  is new on my list  of authors  and I like her writing style. She writes grace-filled and Christ-centered fiction. If you have time, try to read her A Time of Grace trilogy. The first book made me really cry and think of life, it’s beauty and its angst. The Fragrance  of Geraniums is such a beautiful book.  I am in the middle of reading the second one entitled All Our Empty Places  which picks up the story where it left off in the first one. I wonder if I’ll be able to find the third and the concluding book in the trilogy. I am not really into trilogies but this one is worth it. There are those stories that make you feel they’re real and you get into them like you would a story of a friend or yours, you feel the sadness, the triumphs and the pain. You feel that hope is not a dead thing but a journey that makes you look forward to another day.

A friend  suggested another writer and poet. The blog is truly inspiring. I searched the link. You may visit it here.

It’s raining still  and I am caught with these words, we are all special in God’s eyes.  God’s grace overflows.

 

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