July 23, 2013


space  (spe…™s) [Click for IPA pronunciation guide]
— n
1.the unlimited three-dimensional expanse in which all materialobjects are locatedRelated: spatial
2.an interval of distance or time between two points, objects, orevents
3.a blank portion or area
4.a. unoccupied area or room: there is no space for a table
b. ( in combination ): space-saving  Related: spacious
5.freedom to do what a person wishes to for his or her ownpersonal development
6.a. the region beyond the earth's atmosphere containing the otherplanets of the solar 
system, stars, galaxies, etc; universe
b. ( as modifier ): a space probe space navigation
7.a. the region beyond the earth's atmosphere occurring betweenthe celestial bodies of 
the universe.  The density is normallynegligible although cosmic rays, meteorites, gas clouds, 
etc, canoccur. It can be divided into cislunarspace  (between the earthand moon), 
interplanetary spaceinterstellar space andintergalactic space
b. ( as modifier ): a space station a space simulator
8.a seat or place, as on a train, aircraft, etc
a. a piece of metal, less than type-high, used to separate lettersor words in hot-metal printing
b. any of the gaps used to separate letters, words, or lines inphotocomposition, 
desktop publishing, etc
10.music  any of the gaps between the lines that make up the staff
11.maths  a collection of unspecified points having properties thatobey a specified set of axioms: 
Euclidean space
12.telegraphy  Also called: spacing  the period of time thatseparates complete letters, digits, 
and other characters in Morsecode
— vb
13.to place or arrange at intervals or with spaces between
14.to divide into or by spaces: to space one's time evenly
15.printing  to separate (letters, words, or lines) by the insertion ofspaces
Related: spatial spacious
[C13: from Old French espace,  from Latin spatium ]

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Word Origin & History


c.1300, "an area, extent, expanse, lapse of time," aphetic of O.Fr.espace, from L. spatium "room, area, distance, stretch of time," ofunknown origin. Astronomical sense of "stellar depths" is firstrecorded 1667 in "Paradise Lost."

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For a while, the word space and its general meaning, has become a verbal and mental visitor in my prayers.  It was a long time that I became aware that it dwells in my heart and in my reverie.

I wrote about magnitude with an awareness of vast space, which made my existense a speck, even invisible when viewed among the billions of stars measured in distance by lightyears.  It was such an awesome wonder to be just a dust while the Creator of Heaven and Earth lives in my own heart.  He knows me just equally as He knows all the splendid details of the Universe.

Now back to my prayers.  Danger is always lurking around sharp corners when we ride our motorcycle for work and back.  Our roads are congested and hazardous.  We don't know the state of every commuter vying for space to reach destinations.  Daily I lift up my eyes to my Protector to keep us safe while on the road.

Usual Road Scene in Cebu
At one instance on an early morning congestion, I prayed to God to give each one on the busy lanes, whether riding in public or private commute, a right to a safe space. "Yes, Lord, it is a privilege that you bestow us, life and space."

Space is a right to be at a given time.  A safe one is a miracle.  God provided it.  It is a dwelling place where the sheeps are fed and kept, refreshed and at peace.

Eversince I became aware of space as my prayer, I began to see every meaning and every right I have as a child of God.

When I pondered upon the small space I gave Jesus in my heart, the vastness of His love becomes magnified.  It humbles me further.

I am convinced that the word SPACE did not just pop-out of the blue, and become my byword, like magical revelation.  He puts it in my heart and in my mind.  And I shall dwell in His House(my right - a place in Heaven and on Earth) forever.  My cup runneth over.

Space is my word for this year.  I promise to dig it in all angles to understand what He wants me to.

As of this first post about space, I choose (with God's guidance) the verses: 

Psalm 91:1, 9

1He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 9Because you have made the LORD, who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place . . .


...... and I realize that no matter how much I desire to be safe and unharmed, it is according still to His will and purpose, but I take joy in His presence because I have peace knowing that He cares for the space He has given wherever and whenever I am and the owner of SPACE dwells in my own heart and dines with me...... and I shall dwell in the HOUSE OF THE LORD FOREVER .

Psalm 27:4-5
4One thing I have desired of the LORD, That will I seek: That I may dwell in the house of the LORD All the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the LORD, And to inquire in His temple. 5For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion; In the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me; He shall set me high upon a rock.

.........This speck of a dust can only be, as conspicous among the dust of the vast universe, as the magnitude I proclaim about His goodness in my life through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Therefore, Father continue to draw me near to You, my loving God.  Amen.


Thanks to Pam of Writing Apples of Gold
Anybody home?
Sorry, my dear friends, my dear thoughtful and caring friends, like my precious of the "Jottings", you know who you are.  Thank you, that you have been visiting.  If someone cares to notice, how many visits one makes and scribbles a "hello" down there in the comment box, one will know for sure by the dates.

I know, she cares. I know you all care.  I know Jesus cares too, even if I have been into a silent pit.  A pit of my own making.

Perhaps later on..... I can word them and string them into a post here.

I know I have lots to say, especially for and about what God is doing.... even when I sometimes forget and doubt.

I know that I am to give thanks in everything, nothing skipped even the low moment ones.

I know you are there, you peep in once in a while and wonder where I've gone.

Thank you friend!  That alone deserves words that make our Maker delight in you, because you care.  Because you thought of your friend.

I praise God for you all who kept me in their thoughts.



I know.......

....but how can I keep away for too long? .........  how could I be so so silent for a while?

I know..... because........


I guess, I need to spring clean all the dust and cobwebs of self-worth, or isn't it un-worth?

April 05, 2013


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All smiles, jubilant and the future looks so bright and full of hope.  We paraded in line to receive the most coveted piece of paper which is our ticket to the world.
What transpired before we reached the stage no longer look like mountains. In fact they seem to be molehills.  Looking back, it was as though I have climbed the 100th step to view the Chocolate Hills. And I was convinced, at the distance, is my own Hill and I had the ladder to climb to its top.  

Candles were lit and burnt.  Papers passed and defended.  Tests were scored.  Financial worries taken cared of...... and the day dawned for me when I had to march among a throng of black robed young adults, my course colors around my neck and the tassels swinging in my face as we walked.  Then it was my turn to accept my degree and my honors.

I was ready to go on my way to the happily-ever-after land and meet my frog prince along the way.

I thought then that I had reached the peak.  But then soon, after new trials, new hurdles, new valleys, I realized that it was only the beginning.  There was this road that led me to Damascus.  Then I met Jesus there and I learned that the best Education is in His Wisdom.

Isaiah 55:8-11

The Message (MSG
“I don’t think the way you think.
   The way you work isn’t the way I work.”        
God’s Decree.
“For as the sky soars high above earth,    
so the way I work surpasses the way you work,    
and the way I think is beyond the way you think.
Just as rain and snow descend from the skies    
and don’t go back until they’ve watered the earth, 
Doing their work of making things grow and blossom, 
    producing seed for farmers and food for the hungry,
So will the words that come out of my mouth
    not come back empty-handed.

They’ll do the work I sent them to do,

    they’ll complete the assignment I gave them."

.... and my after is hopefully spent learning more and trying to obey, through the Holy Spirit, to love others as myself and to love God above all, so we could live in His peace and His guidance. 

The best thing to value at every turn and mileage is not the degree, nor the diploma or accolade but it is the in-between journey.  For was it not said that, "The best teacher is experience?"

I need to add this.  In retrospect, my joy for graduation was doubled due to the triumph over poverty.  I needed to work for my keep and studied in the evenings.  The requirements and hassles to the day we stood before our Dean were difficulties surmounted.  There was nothing that could dampen the day.  Not even walking on borrowed pair of shoes.

Luke 10:27
The Message (MSG)
27 He said, “That you love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and muscle and intelligence—and that you love your neighbor as well as you do yourself.” 

Philippians 4:7

The Voice (VOICE)
And know that the peace of God (a peace that is beyond any and all of our human understanding) will stand watch over your hearts and minds in Jesus, the Anointed One.



Five Minute Friday

Lisa Jo Baker of Five Minute Fridays, offers a word prompt each Friday.  
Write for five minutes without overchecking the spelling, grammar etc.  
Then enter your own post to link-up and hop in to the person immediately
 before you to read his/her blogand you may visit other linkies to be inspired in 
what they are saying about the word.  That's all and be in community.

April 04, 2013

Theshticks.com: Whatever it Takes to Find Your Freedom

I like to link to this Shticks story for you to find out for yourself.  Truths about life, profound yet told in a way that makes us see the lighter side of it.

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March 22, 2013


I want to greet all of you a Happy Easter!

I am very happy that I am redeemed.
The Father turned His back to His son.  Because of my sins, he suffered pain.
My own shame humiliated Him.
He cleansed me and healed me
I have an inheritance in heaven.
I have Jesus in my heart.
His precious blood covers me.
And I know that one day, because of the first resurrection,
I shall be with Him in Paradise.

Believe, Confess, and Live!

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing.

Without His death and resurrection,
God's promises are futile.

But it was done and delivered.
We must live for Him and His glory forever!

February 19, 2013

Commuting With Crising

"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall."

Helen Garner 

 ~ ~ ~o~ ~ ~
TODAY, as was yesterday, drizzles continuously invade, making the workday snooze-friendly.  I wrestle with the urge to stay under my warm blanket and stay underneath it the whole day. The cold invades my bones and it pokes at my Carpal Tunnel. Movement is a must.

"Oh how lovely it would be to read the word and journal to my heart's delight," I silently croon.  But that is not possible for the Boss would demand explanation for the no show.

Humnnn, to tarry and slow-down is so inviting.   But on the other hand, that is a nasty way to welcome Miss Lazy to your room. I decide instead not to give-in.  So I lift up drowsy head from the pillow, shed crumpled cotton off and pad to the bathroom.

The cold shower successfully wakes my sleeping nerves. Then after the morning rituals, out I go under the drenching sky.  Umbrellas go up as the slow march to the stop begins.  

The public commute is harder in normal sunshiny days but a pain more during rainy.  Some difficulty but patience to abide is my choice.  The commuter fills and we huddle together in the seats.  No irritating space haggling is necessary today because the cold is switching on the sisterly and brotherly warm side-by-side hug.  

While on the road to the office, I take time to close my eyes to savor the nice early morning air washed by the heavenly shower.  The earth and I are in sacred harmony.  "We, that has breath, Praise the living God!" I love being drenched and soaked with my Father's love as the soft droplets keep pouring outside our commuter.

Praises to the Father escapes my breath.  Gratefulness to Him who gifts me with a brand-new and newly cleansed day! "Thank you Father, for this day, with its new hopes and new mercies."  And I begin my litany of pleas for my family, friends (especially my COF), my works and co-workers, my church, my community and my country, and oh for the whole world too.  I thank God, the Father of heavenly lights and gifts, for everything..... and to be quietly riding with Crising.  

The sun is still in its place as well as the planets and the stars even when I barely spot them.  I have that great faith in the one who holds them in their regular course.  He is also holding me steady and secure.  And you too!

The effect of the cold front from the north is good for us where we are in the Pacific.  But when it is met by a Low-Pressure-Area, a tropical depression brews.  Thus, rainy days is expected on its path.  The name of the TP hovering over us is "Crising."  And she has been my traveling companion since yesterday.  Forecast has it for three days or more. She has made sweaters, raincoats and umbrellas to get out of hiding.  Today I am donning them with my own soul sweater, Him and His glory.

They warm my soul and tugs at my heart, to breathe out petitions for places greatly affected where the eye of the depression is.  I pray for those who haven't gotten over last years,' which caused a lot of damage and took lives and homes in its wake.  May God spare them and may this time it will be weaker that the other.

How is your day?  What are your musings?  May you be fine and may He continue to shine in your days, no matter what the weather is.  For didn't God promise the rainbow to remind Him not to flood again the earth like in Noah's time?

"Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit."


Don't let the rain dampen your spirit.

And I like to just link to this status by a very good friend of mine in her FB.  We feel the same during light drizzles.  The pitter-patter of the soft droplets makes our soul find rest in His steadfast Love.

Hosea 6:3


February 10, 2013



It is with great pleasure that I put fingers to keys to write here this morning.  For one, I have been hungering of baring my soul to blog, mostly for my own benefit for healing and for growing.  Another is to thank God for giving me the means to get hold of the net after being cut-off for a while.

The first place I go to, after checking on my mails and my friends' blogs, is the FMF.  I love the prompts given by Ms. Lisa-Jo every Friday because it stimulates my creativity and penning my thoughts and inner talks is a healing tool.

So here I come to bare for the prompt is "bare."

How else could one write thoughts and intentions without baring the soul?  Of course for self-healing, one has to be true to the pen.  And writing the truth in yourself requires courage.

I give thanks to God and to those who share their lives in the open for others to learn.  

For me, to bare is to share, and to share is to care.  So I urge my dear fellow-bloggers and journal-ers, please blog away or journal to your hearts' content.

Isn't writing like worship?  We go to the altar of God bare and transparent, humbly seeking Him in prayer and praise.  We come to bare our souls before our Maker and we write our souls in our blogs in the same manner, true and bare.  


I am writing for the prompt of the week FMF-Friday 02.08.2013-BARE.  The idea is write as candidly as you can for 5 minutes without over checking on spelling and grammar.  Then visit fellow-posts to encourage.

Click on the button and join FMF and find out too what others are saying about "bare." Go, what are you waiting for?

Five Minute Friday