Commuting With Crising

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"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 

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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!

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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?

Leviticus 26:4 

"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."

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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

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FMF-TO BARE IS TO CARE

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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.  

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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?

CHRISTMAS GREETING

I WISH EVERYONE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS!

MAY YOUR HOMES SHINE BRIGHTER AS WE CONTEMPLATE ON THE HUMBLE BEGINNING OF THAT ONE BLESSED NIGHT WHEN THE SAVIOR WAS BORN IN A MANGER TO DWELL AMONG US!

PEACE, PROSPERITY AND LOVE ABOUNDING FOR THE COMING YEAR 2013!

MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL!

FMF: WONDER

Five Minute Friday is a feature on Lisa Jo's blog encouraging people to write for 5 minutes completely WITHOUT OVER-THINKING and without over-checking on grammar etc.  Just check on her blog every Friday for the word prompt.

November 30, 2012 word prompt is WONDER.

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I wonder if I could write again here in my blog.  It seems that my hands are full to wander off along the little rectangle of my keyboards.  Most often I am hampered by the internet ban at the office or burdened by acquiring our own connection.  The latter is a no no as of yet because my third world purse wouldn't let me get that liberty.

Lately, I wonder if it is something good for me that way.  Too much liberty makes one take things for granted. Limitations in a way is good.  We try to work on what we have and celebrate them.

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The season of remembering the first ever heavenly wonder that fell on Earth is nigh.  This is the season when most people are peace-loving, generous and kind.  

I wonder if it would be fine to celebrate the birth of Jesus daily.  I do.  Does it make me peace-loving, generous and kind?  Well, most of the time, when I dwell right there at the center of WONDER.  I need to be where the waters are always fresh and the grass is always green.  He is there.

Thinking about the first Christmas at that Holy Ground of a stable, I couldn't help but wonder how much heavenly display of magnificence the shepherds have witnessed, for them to fall to their knees trembling?  What kind of vision and sound did they see and hear, of the winged heavenly being, who proclaimed the coming of the Son of God to Earth and mankind?

I want to ponder upon this magnitude of God's eternal love for His people, making Jesus be born in the flesh and next making Him the perfect sacrifice for sin.  It is the greatest love of all!

Isn't it enough for people to turn their eyes upon the one who, in all compassion and meekness, submitted Himself to mortals and humiliation, so that we me be reconnected to the Father?

Wonder of all wonders, is the son of God. 

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Scripture Theme:

A Savior Is Born

Luke 2:1-20

When the angel announced to the shepherds the birth of Jesus he said: 

"Be not afraid; for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all the people: for there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord." Jesus is our Savior! 

What good news! 

LINKING UP WITH LISA JO-BAKER OF FMF

and with Kel of: Nourishment for the Soul

FMF: ROOTS

"For he will be like a tree planted by the water, That extends its roots by a stream And will not fear when the heat comes; But its leaves will be green, And it will not be anxious in a year of drought Nor cease to yield fruit."   

 (Jeremiah 17:8 NASB)

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Just in these recent years, our third world country has caught up with the developed ones in terms of commercialism.

Strategic places are now planted with malls instead of trees.  Sky-rise buildings and hotels are growing here and there.

In one of the tourist spots up north, which we call the summer capital of our country because of it's altitude and cooler temperatures, there was this issue  between mall developers and one nature advocacy group, over earth-balling of centuries-old trees.  The trees are practically like citizens.  How on earth did this method come about?  Trees are being moved to other locations, earth and all, to give way to change and progress.

This has lead me to think about the roots which has long been established and secure to the ground, and perhaps has extended to reach to where it can be watered.  If it were a person, I would think I am supplied with everything  I need, thriving and yielding fruits in season. But what is going to happen when you are earth-balled and transferred?  Will I last the trauma of the transition and then adopt to my new settings?  Will I ever bear fruits again?

But one thing is sure, wherever one is planted, one has to grow, thrive and bear fruit.  One must live up to the purpose God has created him or her for.  If so, to whom should we abide?  Where comes our provisions?

The true nourishment comes from the Lord.  Complete obedience and being rooted to the Word of God makes us grow like the tree of Jeremiah 17:8.  Come storms, floods, droughts and other forces of nature, it will remain standing and will yield fruits in season.


The opposite goes to those who do not trust in God and depend on their own strength.  They will dwell in the parched places of the desert and go to waste. (Jer 17:5-6)

"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him." (Jer. 17:7)

I had been planted and earth-balled many times.  Pain comes with it and some re-adjustments.  I know deeply why and I pray I will be rooted upon His promises and remain in Him so that I may grow, thrive, and bear fruits.  My roots need to extend to where the soul-nourishment is, to where life is, to where eternity begins.



Happy to join the Lisa-Jo and the FMF community writing about ROOTS (November 2, 2012).

I may be late due to some constraints in connection but nevertheless heard.
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LINKS TO SOME EARTH-BALLING POSTS:

http://myquaintlife.com/2012/04/12/easter-earthquakes-earthballing/

http://www.baguio-city.net/2012/04/luneta-hill-scene-of-crime.html