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Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Making Of A Mother

By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"

And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.

The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"

"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked.

The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."

The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."

"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."

The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."

"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel.

The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one."

"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"

"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."

The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"

The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"


source: http://www.indianchild.com/making_of_a_mother.htm

Saturday, December 5, 2009

the forty fifth.

Psalm 45

For the director of music. To the tune of "Lilies." Of the Sons of Korah. A maskil. A wedding song. [a]
1 My heart is stirred by a noble theme
as I recite my verses for the king;
my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

2 You are the most excellent of men
and your lips have been anointed with grace,
since God has blessed you forever.

3 Gird your sword upon your side, O mighty one;
clothe yourself with splendor and majesty.

4 In your majesty ride forth victoriously
in behalf of truth, humility and righteousness;
let your right hand display awesome deeds.

5 Let your sharp arrows pierce the hearts of the king's enemies;
let the nations fall beneath your feet.

6 Your throne, O God, will last for ever and ever;
a scepter of justice will be the scepter of your kingdom.

7 You love righteousness and hate wickedness;
therefore God, your God, has set you above your companions
by anointing you with the oil of joy.

8 All your robes are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
from palaces adorned with ivory
the music of the strings makes you glad.

9 Daughters of kings are among your honored women;
at your right hand is the royal bride in gold of Ophir.

10 Listen, O daughter, consider and give ear:
Forget your people and your father's house.

11 The king is enthralled by your beauty;
honor him, for he is your lord.

12 The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift, [b]
men of wealth will seek your favor.

13 All glorious is the princess within her chamber ;
her gown is interwoven with gold.

14 In embroidered garments she is led to the king;
her virgin companions follow her
and are brought to you.

15 They are led in with joy and gladness;
they enter the palace of the king.

16 Your sons will take the place of your fathers;
you will make them princes throughout the land.

17 I will perpetuate your memory through all generations;
therefore the nations will praise you for ever and ever.

my devotional on the fifth of december:)
i especially love this chapter just because....
:)

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

dreams divulged

dream.dream.dream
i have been dreaming a lot lately. and i really mean a lot.
well, to tell you honestly i'm not a dreamer (more fond of wishful thinking than dreaming i guess...lol)
anyway, as i was saying. i have been dreaming a lot lately.persons came popping in my dreams in random..as in...sometimes, it becomes too disturbing..i mean, i would keep on asking why is he/she in my dreams?
hmmm..then i was reminded by ma anne that dreams are God's language...
it was seconded by terej that sometimes God sends warning through dreams..

on snakes and EXes:
the first weird dream i had was about my aunt who works on a cruise line company abroad. in my dream, she was with her friends in a car then a snake came out of nowhere and bit her...
(apparently, she was betrayed by a co worker who caused mishaps in their company's protocol...)
Another dream I had was about a certain ex boyfriend of hers. In my dream, her ex boyfriend was chasing her in what seems to be a long and winding road. She was running very hard because she disliked that guy...luckily, after minutes of chasing after my aunt the guy gave up and just went away.
(true enough, a guy from the past called her up and started courting her again...)


mary*, not her real name

the latest was very eerie, it was as if im possessed and levitated and was shouting the name MARY*...it was a short dream but it was the most terrfying..it's as if i am helpless and can't move, it this bangungot?. i remembered i mumbled something like "God help me!" and the next thing I know, I'm already awake.(thank you Lord!)
(there was only one Mary* i know who happens to be a dear friend of mine. I texted her but she did not reply to any of my text messages. But the last time i checked her fb account, she posted in her last status message that was going through a predicament..hmmm,)


warning sign

smoke sends warning signs of an impending catastrophic fire and I believe somehow God is sending warning signals to these people through me. (God, you keep on surprising me..oh how you can use me in so many countless ways. such a humbling experience:)I remembered praying for the persons i dreamed about. I may not know the exact circumstances that they are into but I am sure that they need covering. I prayed fervently hoping that in these trying times they will find refuge in the Lord...Prayer granted for my aunt, i still have to check on Mary* but i vowed to continue praying for her:)

narcissistic dreamer
still, there are those dreams which features ME, myself and I as the main character..
dreams, that are not to be divulged (as of the moment)
for security purposes..bwahehhe

but Im praying about these dreams....especially those dreams that involve other characters ***wink

that's all for now. i need to hit the sack and maybe just maybe i will dream again:)

come again!

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