facets of life

LIFE as a gift from God is surely a magnanimity of His power and grace.

As I look back at His mighty love for us, I rediscover myself the beauty of being loved and cared for, not only from my family but from Him I become very grateful. Recurring problems that I try to recoup HE was there all along by my side. At times, I forgot to pray and asks for His guidance but then He never left me. Through the troubled times of our lives we seek calmness in our inner being. Life and God became one that's how important He is to me. I knew from the past that he is everything but tends to be backslided and trusts only oneself. Selfishly I begrudged God of who I have become. Yet obviously he never usurp the identity I want to form in me.For all the walks of life that I've thought I was alone He was there. Again and again I regain consciousness that I was not alone in the midst of all these trivialities of life.

No matter what he gives either problems or good news for us has always been created such that we may encounter and bear fruit with maturity in facing such situations.

LIFE, which is a gift took turns like a somersault that keeps on marking every step we make and catapults us whenever we needed a break from life's cruelties.

Almost all our lives we tend to forget His goodness and forgets to appreciate and thank Him for all He has given us. We share our triumphs to people we love and forgets His worthiness in our lives.

It is through this that I reflect and thank Him for all His sacrifices for us and that I owe everything to Him because without God we are of nothing and from His grace that he has shown us everlasting love.

POEMS: the prophet

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

----this poem has enlightened me to understand who we are in this world...