March 30, 2012


I said, " The path is steep." 
He said, " I'm at your side."
 I said, "But I am weak."
... He said, "For you I died."

I said, "Dark valleys come."

He said, "I'll guide you through."

I said, "But I'm not brave."

He said, "I'll walk with you."

I said, "Be light to me,

And strength as I go on."

He said, "I'm more. I'm love,

You'll never walk alone."
"Go for that interview, Lolita," my friend nudged me.  "But I don't think I could handle the responsibility."  I replied.
"Lolita, it is about time you go on that trip to our branch," my boss told me.  "But, Boss, I still have something to finish here,"  I countered, knowing deep inside that I am using delaying tactics.  The real reason is that I am no longer keen on taking air travel.  I don't like to ride boats either because of so many cases of boats sinking.
My stepbrother who is now based in Canada, who have done a great job in migrating his full-blood siblings over, asked me one time to go and look for on-line job opportunities so I can also go.  What do you think Mr. But did?  Well, of course, he won again.
There were lots of opportunities lost, relationships marred, and souls won for Christ, if BUTS did not block the way.
I like the conversation  going on, that goes with the picture, I can see my but-self in the story.  Once again, I found this among a hoard of inspirational quotes tagged to me by a faithful friend.  He does his silent evangelism over at FB.
There are a wealth of treasure that can be found in these picture tracts.  I delight in claiming my portion from these too.
The greatest counter-attack of Faith is FEAR. Fear of the unknown, fear of what will come our way, fear of climbing up on another limb.  We fear moves that would send us out of comfort zone.
I am a complete example of this.  When I was younger, armed with my diploma and professional practice license, I had a great drive.  Unfortunately during those times, opportunities were lesser.  Presently, there are lots of new and exciting careers that may take one across to new worlds, with high pay.  
The loser in me will say, "well I was just born in between the business boom eras,  I am content of being this way."  
My siblings are now globetrotters, going places with their high-paying jobs.  I remembered the time when my younger sister who works in an economic zone in Vietnam, asked me if I was willing to go with her and be their accountant.  I declined saying that it is too late for me, that it should have come when I was not yet hypertensive.  Perhaps my nerves shrunk together with my confidence in that fateful moment I had my mild stroke.  Short of saying, I lost a lot of opportunities because I gave in to my BUT buddy.
Anyway, I am content where I am (sweet-lemoning?), although not perfectly but fine.  I like my volunteering job at the children's center in church and going some places to review sponsored partner funds.  I have a few bookkeeping clients who have been loyal to me until the end.  Don't take this as being ungrateful, I am so blessed to have my jobs and sidelines.  I praise God for them and for how He has taken cared of us.  I am content.  I just had to share my but-moments.
I don't envy my siblings (well honestly, just a little).   In fact, I am very happy for them.  There are benefits too, like my Mother, who is now an immigrant to NY.  I have that in my long list of blessings, if not me, then it should be my Mama.  It is a very comforting thing to see her in good health, that she can tackle the long flight back home, and the evidence of living where she is now keeps me in awe of God.  She has seen several autumns in Central Park and has gone apple picking even when the snow came earlier last year.
Pssst, can I add another negative-resident in my brain?  What if I took opportunities?  Would I have been able to realize dreams that were born, which eventually died, if the but did not interfere?
Here I am in front of my PC typing away.  I am in a place God planted me and I am willing to grow in this soil, bear fruits and thrive for Him.
What if, what if, if only, sigh, snort!!.......
Ohhh! Two of my resident anti-Faith-plaques are tumbling around the washer and ready to drain........ go, go, go away.  Currently cleaning up.
This is a powerful read:  The "Unstoppable" Negative Thought


March 29, 2012

Puppy Eyes

Isn't she cute?  Look at the picture closely.  I know she is a she because the owner made her wear a pair of rosy spectacles.

A friend pasted this in my comment box at  I was tempted to post it here because I want my "circle of sharing-love friends," which from here onwards I would just nickname "My Circle.," for all the wondrous things attached to it by all our members, (ohhh.... a long sentence in the making), see how I would look every morning when I open my PC.

News-bit:  Lolita is now punching time-ins at 45 minutes ahead of office time in the morning.  She is on her way to get a medal to be "Model Employee" come December 2012 (if God lets her) for punctuality.  Her boss no longer complains at her punch card wearing lipstick-(red for late punch-in).  Once her boss told her, "Lolit, look at your card, you are so punctual in running home at 5:00 pm.  Only your time-outs are black."  She then vowed she would do better..... all to no avail.  Then came, Di, Vi, Pam, Betty and Martha.  The boss is all smiles now..... very easy, without pushing her.... she comes ahead of everyone, except for the cleaner. Huhummmm..... what made the change?  Is she afraid of her boss?  Nah!

Our secret, she is coming ahead of time before others because she likes to grab her PC by herself, office quiet, no people asking for signatures for Gas POs...... asking for cookies from her cyber friends.

Could you afford not to give her her fill for the day? 

"Where is my Purina, D, V, B, P and M?  I want it now, please,"  she begs, with those puppy eyes, so pitifully cute.

Yes, I too have a large appetite but with an equally large tummy.  I come begging over and over again.

Truly, I love partaking of "My Cicrle's" dose of faith, hope, inspiration, humor, arts, talents........ rolled into one.


Thank you, guys, for making my soul and my heart fatter everyday.  I am growing, so I see.

 Sometimes I need milk for easy digestion.

A Call to Persevere in Faith


A Call to Persevere in Faith


Taken from Hebrews 10

 19 Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, 

20 by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, 

21 and since we have a great priest over the house of God, 

22 let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. 

23 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 

24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 

25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. 

I love the passage above from Hebrews, and is so timely for the days are evil..... and if it does not end this year, as the prediction and movies are announcing, I and most of my group-mates are, on the path towards our sunset .  It is the surest thing in this world.  Only God knows when He would recall me to that promised mansion, set on one golden crossroad, in His Kingdom.  The sun will soon rest and usher me to the darkness which will lead me to a place where there's no more (darkness).
...... and thus, circle of "sharing-praying friends,"  here it is ....... let us not grow weary of meeting together here at our special cyber-table over at WWW. Let us pray for one another, encourage each other, push if we might, each other's bottom,  and all to the end...... not letting up, to build, to edify, to teach and reproach to His glory.

Our "circle of sharing/circle of praying friends," have come together on-line.  I met them, one after the other, when I began following Pam Depoyan's   Writing ..... Apples of Gold blog.  

Every time Pam publishes a post, I immediately would go to her blog and read.  I became so attracted at the way she writes encouragements. Her writings paint and weave beautiful pictures of God's love, goodness and mercy.  Even if she does not insert photos, one could easily get a clear picture of a heart so after Jesus.

It wasn't for long that I noticed, I had a classmate, faithfully reading and commenting on Pam's post.  I would visit her blog and read, still on tiptoe, as anyone attempting to enter into another's life.  I was in awe of course, she writes from the heart of Jesus and is so generous in her love for her family and her mother-in-law.  It was there written in her special pages she called "my memoirs."

One day soon, I made myself known to her.  I knocked softly at Diane's cyber home and left a message in one of her power posts. (Pardon, for I forgot the date and which post it was).  I am one, who would tread quietly on fresh grounds, never wanting to push myself.  Oh my, how she welcomed me with her extravagant love.  We hit like opposite poles of a magnet.  Of course, we are oceans apart, in terms of residence.  But it did not bother us.  Boundaries are unknown to friendship (sinful things excluded).  We are now sharing our parlors, kitchens and dining tables regularly.  Sometimes she would take me to see her chiropractor, other times, on errand to the grocer....... all in cyber-space.  She became a beautiful source of strength and inspiration, all in the name of faith, hope and love with her AEW.

Came the day when we visited Martha in time for the early rain in Hill Country, Texas.  Again, I was so amazed at this gracious lady, telling us of her chronic pain with all dignity and grace, and yet humor is her apple pie.  She strongly  insists to us, saying, "Pain Won't Beat Me," and she goes on in-faith, baking her share of cookies, to put upon our "circle of friends'" table.  And all of us partake, insights, truths to reflect, pain to share and great unbeaten humor to roll on the floor with glee.

To give you and idea of her brand of humor, here is a clip from our interactions in her post Walking-not always an easy thing to do!  dated March 27, 2012:

""Oh--I did forget one very important "Martha News" point for you:

"Good Afternoon-This is Martha-Woman with Pain in Butt informing you that More RAIN is on the way to the Hill Country in Texas! The trusty
BUTT-RO-METER-accurately tested by Martha tells us, the BURN level is running wild."

To compare, imagine that common question asked by a doctor "Now what level would you list your Pain at? On the scale of 1-10, where would you say the Pain is at?" Does anybody have a Cast Iron Skillet I could borrow?

Blessings to all of you and my love is flowing out to every person who suffers with Pain. Martha

From Texas, we went off to meet Ms. Veronica Shticks Anderson in the city called  I was introduced to the Shticks family.  I'd like to say, it was a day we Shtuck on each other like glue.  Finding myself in the characters that Veronica made out of her family, friends and situations, was something I will never forget.  She made Lolita Shticks and granted my wish to see autumn in America and on to Grandfather Mountains with my red umbrella.  There is a whole unique world in her Photoshop brushes, templates and tubes...... a story would emerge from her clipboards, so alive with emotions, gestures and lessons.  In fact, they really hit at you to the core.  Her brand of humor is so subtle, you just sit right in front of your monitor, in awe-a silent kind of awe.  Oh how she pulls it off?  I know, it is a gift and something she shares so generously.

Then we took a trip, on wagon trail to Betty's new camp site.  She and her missionary husband had just moved to California fresh from Papua, New Guinea.  We wanted to see her construction site and how she is settling over at their new grounds.  We found her befriending mother's in need and some undergoing critical illnesses.  She has a heart so wise and so courageous she feels so much on what is going on around her.  And she also finds time to sit with us, around our cyber table, offering her batches of cookies and dining with us, praying for each other, upholding one another, laying each one upon Jesus' loving lap (as Diane nicely put).  She has given us permission to impress our footprints on her wet concrete and our palm prints upon her wet walls.

So there you are, folks..... my "circle of friends."

We are persevering in Faith.  Ain't it lovely, it's free, it is open, it is for sharing your life and journey with.

Come on in, sit with us!  Get to know each other, sip from our favorite cups, eat cookies baked by our circle and let us carry each other's cares.... lift them up at Jesus' feet in prayer.

March 28, 2012


Yesterday morning, I arrived at my office early.  I did not eat breakfast as usual, as I am in the habit of doing.  My tummy would grumble if I do.   So I eat breakfast in my office.

As I have not packed food to carry, I decided to buy from the lady who cooks for us down at the back of our building.

I walked back to the office carrying my goody and trying to balance on my wedge over the uneven path.  Then my left leg (the bad one) gave..... and down-tripped did I.  My heavy butt together with all the love handles attached to my tummy, conspired to throw my Sumo weight down the ground..... on my knees first, then on my elbows ..... lastly face down.  I was still holding my food, sauce spilling, yet held fast with my left grip.

Perhaps that was the very reason I was not able to prevent the face-on-the ground episode.  My instinct, my primitive-tummy-over-anything else instinct, saved my food and not my face.  Luckily, I only scraped my eyeglasses, saving a scratch on my face.  Another miracle I celebrated yesterday, was being able to rise up from the ground by myself, and there was no one around looking.  So glad, it did not leave me with a damaged dignity.  A little physical injury is more bearable than self-pity.

By the way, I discovered that if I wear a wedge (a 2-1/2 inch high level one), it takes away the pain on my heel as I walk.  But I have to walk carefully especially with the kind of pavements we have here...... damaged and uneven.  It is easy to trip.

Down on the ground, a few seconds before I rose myself up slowly, the reverse way I tripped, face up, level up to the waist, next up to my knees, then up on my toes, I had a vision of a fallen Savior.

He carried That Cross For Us.
It reminded me, as our country is so serious over the season of Lent, about Jesus carrying the cross, the heavy weight of our sins upon His shoulders.  He tripped, maybe many times, He tripped with the weight.

And I prayed:   

"Oh my Lord Jesus, thank you for the cross, the weight of our sins laid upon that cross.  How you suffered on our behalf...... and all we could do is thank You.  We could never say it good enough but Your love provided the salvation for us.  Help us give honor to that cross.  Make us worthy of Your grace, Lord.  Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord Jesus."

"I, also am super grateful, Lord, that you have cushioned me and prevented undue damage from the crash.  I know your angels were around me then.  There are also my "circle of praying friends"  who are lifting me unto your lap, upholding me with their petitions.  It did not trigger my BP to rise and I just had a scratched pair of eyeglasses.  Amen!"

To Diane:  Thank you for letting me use your phrase that I have re-phrased, "lifting me unto your lap."   I read it at Martha's post 3.27.12.

March 26, 2012


Best lesson in life for me?
When my Granny Loporlipitop Ellav taught me how to put my hands together and pray to God. ^_^

~Lovely morning dreh! :)

This is Denise Nicole.  She is my oldest grand child.  The message above was her status on March 10, 2012 and I was tagged with it.  (Thank you, my baby!)

I just want to post this so that whatever becomes of FB, I will have this in my blog.  I seldom visit FB.  I got it late unfortunately, but nevertheless precious.  Needless to say that I am very proud of her.

Denise is the sweetest grand daughter ever.  I practically raised her, being the first grand kid.  We dote on each other.  Whenever there  is something confusing that's bothering her, she comes to me for advice.  She laid her faith in Jesus when she was 5 and is now active in church.  She loves being a story teller to toddlers.

She is a junior at a Science High School funded by the Philippine government.  
Below are a few of Quest Community Fellowship activities Denise is so involved in.

This picture was taken during one of Quest Community Fellowship activities.  InsideOut is an environment designed for high school students.  They have a worship service and a lot of games and fun after.  This is scheduled two Sundays afternoon (second and 4th).

During a Georgia Inside-Out team visit. (Denise is wearing a pink cardigan).

This is a Waumba Land Environment activity-Pajama Party.  On microphone is Naumi and the lady in blue is Lissah.  They are among the leaders of the toddler group.  The children are gathered by groups while their parents attend worship service.  Waumba Land is divided into the Infants and Toddlers groups.  Upstreet is for Elementary aged group.  And Inside-Out is for high schoolers.

March 24, 2012


I was visiting Betty's construction site today, not even planning to post something here in my site.

It is a hobby I have been enjoying for quite sometime now, going to the sites I follow everyday, especially if something is up for reading, and knowing fully well that I will be getting something to take back home.

Claiming my portions from what God is saying through my friends' blogs, is a big part of my day.

While at Betty's, I heard this song being hummed softly by her, as she was keeping busy in her construction site.  I asked her permission to steal it and put it up here in my own site.

Here it is:

He still working on me to make me what I ought to be
It took Him just a week to make the moon and the stars
The sun and the earth, and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
He's still working on me

There really ought to be a sign upon the heart
Don't judge her yet there's an unfinished part
But I'll be perfect just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands

In the mirror of His Word reflection that I see
Makes me wonder why He never gave up on me
He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the Potter, I'm the clay 

I am positive this should be the theme song  that's appropriate for my blog.  I sub-titled it as:  "A Clay Molded-In-Progress."  

I am amazed at  "how loving and patient He is to me, that He is still working on me."  Please don't judge me yet," there's an unfinished part still under the Potter's wheel.

Thank you so much, my dear Betty, for sharing this song today.  May God give you all the materials and parts necessary for your construction, even in the inner side of the building, as with the outside.

And to my fellow "works-in-progress," we need to rely on the pureness of the Master's plan and intentions, letting Him "fashion us in His loving hands."

March 22, 2012



I am a promise with a  capital “P”
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be

I can go anywhere that He wants me to go
I can be anything He wants me to be
I can climb the high mountains
I can cross the wide sea
I'm a great big promise you see!

I am a promise
I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital “P”
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be
Anything God wants me to be

Luke 18:16

New International Version (NIV)
16 But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.

Aren't they? A "promise?"

Each child is a promise, a possibility, a bundle of potentiality.  This is the song which Nigel and his kindergarten class will sing today as they graduate.  Isn't it so apt?

Any child could become what God promises him or her to be.  It is great delight for us to have partners in building the life of each child...... "learn to hear God's voice, and try to make right choices."  They are the teachers in school and in church.  They have one big responsibility, as do parents.  Not only in Academics, but also in Godly living.

It is our hope that the mentors would dedicate their time and efforts, in working with parents, to make an impact to a child's character.  Soon they will be the future leaders, teachers, doctors, engineers, accountants, writers and so many fields of endeavor.  And we got a hand in this.  

May we be able to usher them into a world of great possibilities, into the exciting and breath-taking world of many opportunities.  And may in all of these, there will always be God at the center.

It is my prayer that they will be assisted, nurtured in a loving environment, trained in the Word of God, and will have a deep knowledge of who they are in the eyes of the Father in heaven.  They are precious to Him.


I will post photos of Nigel's graduation soon.

Related Post:  Who Am I   (A list of who you are in God's eyes,
                                           according to the Scripture)

March 21, 2012


Photo credits: Giulio Bernardi
Shticks character Arts by:  Ms. Veronica Shticks Anderson of

This is the first  picture Veronica did for me.  She was inspired by my post Rain, Rain, Rain.  She dropped this beautiful comment:

Veronica Shticks said...
Lolita, I was very touched by the part where your mother comes and picks you up with her bigger umbrella. I want to be like your Mom and have my little girls remember all the times I was there for them. this is a very sweet post with cozy imagery--at least for me who also associate rain with wonderful happy things. The pictures are beautiful and the storytelling is heartwarming!

We became friends through Diane, as did most of my blogging circle of friends, and we exchanged e-mails.  Once you follow her blog, you get updates.  Your comments can be posted in those e-mails and I made one.  Gosh, she has the grace of replying to my comments.  You may visit her blog and find inspiration, some good laughs about daily life, and see her hand displayed in the characters.

Thus, she proceeded to ask me if I wanted to be a "Shticks?"  I told her that it would be my honor.  Who would decline such a generous offer from a very talented lady?  I will be on her drawing board.  Can you imagine that?  What would it feel like being scrutinized with Photoshop brushes and pens?  I think, it needs her heart, her time and her talent.

I gave her freedom to envisage my own character and she produced the Umbrella scene for me.  This is a true gift.

Thank you so much, dear Veronica.  My memory of my mother and the umbrella days will be forever itched here in my page.



To Pam:  I think the picture could well be Irish or Scottish Hills.  One of those travel dreams of ours.

March 20, 2012


This is Lolita Shticks, in her American dream of personally witnessing the colors of autumn.  ( Pssst.... it is still a dream until now.)  This would be my delight, upon seeing for real, those leaves turning to all kinds of colors, and watching them take their eventful flight down to the ground.  Isn't God the author of Arts?

For photo credit, with gratitude, and for the stick figure of me, thanks to  Thesticks.  The stick figure is an original design by Ms. Veronica Shticks Anderson.  She's got the liveliest, most creative analogies of life in her stick figures, featuring her own family circle, and with great honor, myself in a cameo role (laugh).

Indeed, this is a dream-come-true for me.   This is my first autumn picture.  I was hoping I could stay for winter.  But I was recalled to the office.  Perhaps, I will come back next year in time for the snow.  See you then!


March 16, 2012




You cannot win if you do not begin.

A day without the presence of God, is a wasteful day.

In every life, it's hard to learn which bridges to cross and which bridges to burn.
The best way to be successful is for a person
to follow the advice they give others.

Whoever gossips to you will be a gossip of you.

Jesus is a friend who knows all about your faults
but loves you anyway.

Faith is daring the soul to go beyond what the eyes can see.

The right angle to approach a difficult problem is the "try-angle."

Even a woodpecker owes his success to the fact he uses his head.

 church is a place where you are not too bad to come in and you are not too good to stay out.

Keep on "keeping on" for the Lord. 
By perseverance, the snail reached the Ark.
The happiness of every country depends upon the character of its people,
instead of on the form of its government.
The worse moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful,
and has no one to thank.
Some minds are like concrete, thoroughly mixed and permanently set.
It is not guided missiles, but guided morals, that is our great need today.
When you flee temptations, don't leave a forwarding address.
May your day be filled with blessings
Like the sun that lights the sky,
And may you always have the courage
To spread your wings and fly.

The memories of tomorrow depend on your attitude today.

Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still. 

You have to love life to live it and vice versa. 

A journey begins with a single step. 

How we spend our days is, how we spend our lives.

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.

Faith is the vision of the heart. It sees God in the dark as in the day.

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.

As you think, so you are; you make or mar your success.

It is better to forgive and forget than to resent and remember.

Wherever the Spirit of the Lord sways a heart, there is a passion to serve.

A good thing to remember, a better thing to do--work with the construction gang, not with the wrecking crew.

Pray as if everything depended on God and work as if everything depended upon man.

Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.

Be careful of your thoughts: They may become words at any moment.

Life is not a problem to be solved but a gift to be enjoyed.

The world needs the peace that passes all misunderstanding.

A handful of common sense is worth a bushel of learning.

Believe and you'll achieve.

Doubt and you'll do without.

Keep your words sweet---you may have to eat them!

The successful person is one who does not let the 
disappointments of life turn him bitter.

Friendship is the art of overlooking the shortcomings of others.

Remember when you were at your best? Now be there again.

The world at its worst needs the witness of Christians at their best.

What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God.

One refused to do anything but his best. The result? Success.

Every moment is the right one to be kind.

Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.

Romans 12: 2 NKJV.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, and all things in succession.

That which grows slowly endures.

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.

"For nothing is impossible with God."

People may doubt what you say, but they will always believe what you do.

Character is not made in crisis, it is only exhibited.

The man who humbly bows before God can walk upright before men.

Kindness is the oil that takes the friction out of life.

Your greatest power lies in the power of prayer.

Don't forget that God is between you and your enemy.

Better, though difficult, the right way to go.
Than wrong, though pleasant, which ends in woe.

Accustom yourself to commune with God, not with thoughts deliberately formed to be expressed at a certain time, but with the feelings with which your heart is filled.
 If you enjoy His presence, and feel drawn by the attraction of His love, tell Him that you delight in Him, that you are happy in loving Him, and that He is very good to inspire so much affection in a heart so unworthy of His love.
 But what shall you say in seasons of dryness, coldness, weariness? Still say what you have in your heart. Tell God that you no longer find His love within you, that you feel a terrible void, that He wearies you, that His presence does not move you. 
Say to Him, "0 God, look upon my ingratitude, my inconstancy, my unfaithfulness. Take my heart, for I cannot give it; and when Thou hast it, oh, keep it, for I cannot keep it for Thee; and save me in spite of myself."

I am fond of collecting quotes and one-liners.  The above lines are taken from a friend's collection, who shares lots of Godly wisdom in our Multiply community.  His name is Alfie Eskander.
If any of you feels like it, you may pick a line or two to make a post and share it in your own blog. 

 If we are connected and follow each other's blogs, I will be able to catch it immediately. Otherwise, please link.  This would be a lovely avenue to share our thoughts about a "one-liner" and in a way, this would be a sure way to "enrich" ourselves with wisdom picked from our circle of Godly-wise-hearted-extravagantly-loving-encouraging people.

Share also, if you have one written in the past, of quotes, which may not be found in those listed above.  Just put the link in the comments box.  It would be, as sure as five o'clock strikes the face of the clock, I will go and read it. Even if I've been there in the past, still I would re-visit.

This is not an essay writing contest.  It is only intended for learning from each other.  Who knows what would be stirred by these one-lines in us.  No deadline also. 

Pardon also for this may tire your eyes, or make you "thought-weary," but will exercise our hearts and wisdom-fill our minds.

Alfie did not put the owners names.  So I assume they are free of copyright limitations.  But if you recognize any of the quote's owner, I urge you to affix it.