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 Mutiply.com.  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.

PURINA
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.

ON BOTTLE





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


CIRCLE

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 TheShticks.com.  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!
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

AND I TRIPPED

Fallen
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

MESSAGE FROM DENISE

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

A SONG PLAYING IN BETTY'S BLOG

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."