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Down on her knees in prayers.

She asked

Then she waits.

She knows

Answers could come today

Or in the days ahead.



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Once again

I allowed myself to greet the morning sun.

Communing with God’s glory

At six o’clock am today.

The day is blessed with your presence Lord.

And the sun spreads its light

In the deep corners of the earth.

I  rejoice.

I am happy.


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He Made It Again

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Further Test Result

I really don’t know how to react. The result of the CT scan for my brother is in. Here’s the impression:

Consider rectal malignancy. Hepatic metastases. Tiny cholecystolith. Renal cysts, bilateral, Grade II prostate enlargement.

I just talked to my brother a few minutes ago and I could sense the strength in his words. He had let go and let God do the greatest healing for him. His faith is strong. He is not considering operation because he does not want it. He has to consult with his doctors before he makes the next move.

I always keep these words in mind. “More things are wrought by prayers than this world dreams of.”

Nissa has recently been to the doctor too because she has enlarged thyroid (left side). There is a lump in her throat and she still need to have it biopsied. She had TSH test and was normal.

Glory to God. I lift everything to you Lord.

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My tab died on me the other night and I buried it deep among my present journal, some utility bills and blank  3″ x 5″ index cards that I  use as scratch pads, you know those little everyday reminders that you don’t want to miss. I am reading  a real book now for a change, those trade paperbacks that my niece gave me back home in the province. 

We have a group at FB called Flip Flipping Pages and one of the topics they lately posted was your favorite books and authors. Then I thought of Khaled Hosseini, an Afghan author I discovered close to ten years ago. I wrote a review of his book, A Thousand Splendid Suns. Reblogging it here for those who haven’t read it yet.



“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls”.

If Khaled Hosseini shines in The Kite Runner, he was even more brilliant as a writer in A Thousand Splendid Suns. And if I shed a tear or two reading the former, I cried buckets reading the latter. I like the simple prose that touches the heart. Once again, the setting was in Afghanistan, this time, Hosseini takes us to the last thirty three years of the country’s history of war and oppression through the eyes of two women with minute details that jump into you and seem so real. You also feel the pain and anguish as you read along and begins to hate the oppressors as much as the other characters in the book. Women in the old Afghanistan were forced into marriage at an early…

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Oh gosh, I could not open my tab. It just blacked out but it is charging. I have to wait for Josef to do the trick. I couldn’t read e-books since they are all in there. When you are used to reading bigger fonts with light in it, you’ll wonder how you ever survived reading those small prints in a real book. I am learning how ….again.

It’s a good thing I still have my other CP to use for texting and calling. I use the unli call feature of Globe almost every day to call my brother in the province. P20.00 is good for 24 hours of calls without limit. Sometimes, I use messenger to call my cousin and niece. They are always online but I don’t like using my CP to connect to Facebook. I always prefer my reliable PC to connect to Facebook. Since I don’t have a microphone on the speaker attached, I could not use the messenger for calling. Viber is having problems. I am thinking of removing  it then reinstalling it again. It might work.

How have we become so dependent on these gadgets? Our lives have evolved using them almost every day. What if internet hasn’t been in use yet? For some, letter-writing has become somehow obsolete. E-mails are way, way faster to communicate. I still love receiving snail mails though, hand-written letters or greeting cards. I love that feeling that it is better thought of and personally given enough time by the writer.

Do you love snail mail like I do?

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