Dreamers are people who have higher goals and aspirations. Every dream starts from scratch; it always entails a thousand miles journey through the years. It demands patience and endurance. No matter what is ahead; nothing can stop a dreamer from dreaming some more. They say it is unhealthy to start day dreaming; but when we start day dreaming with a great aspiration and spend much effort to make that dream come true, I would say , it is normal as long as we do not hurt anybody.
Prayers are basic to those who aspire for greatness. No human effort can give us the drive to pursue except one that comes from our core energy- one that comes from the recesses of the heart. The drive or the force can allow the adrenaline to work double time. In dreaming, we put our mind set on a goal and we aspire for something that can appraise our self-esteem. Despite difficulties or trials, only the dreamers endure to the end because there is an inner drive that focuses a dreamer to his goal. What we dream is who we become. Why not, instead aim for bigger goals rather than the ordinary ones. If we fail, we have at least reach a portion of our higher goal. There is nothing to worry about. This world is created freely for all dreamers to dream impossible dreams. This makes this world a better place to live.
Any person who succeeds has his own story to tell. We do not succeed alone. There are always people who make a difference in our lives as we journey to the path of success. Just as there are people who inspire, there are a lot of people who discourage us from pursuing our goals. However, the choice is ours alone and no one else's. If there are people who have not succeeded is because they listen to what people say, not the inner voice of self that demands determination. Regret comes after a long journey of discouragement. A dreamer never says no to difficulties and never allow trials to hinder his path. Instead, He takes hold of his map and continue amidst adversities and trials. Dreamers many times fail but stand up again and continue the journey. We never say, I give up! We endure and we know how to take numerous risks.
I wonder how I learn to endure life's adversities. Prayer has always guided me through the highways and rough times. what is most important now is: I have fought a good fight; I endured those long trying years. These remaining years I thank the Lord for allowing me to pass the rough times of growing up. Growing up means finding a personal God who keeps me on the right track and reminds me to stay focus to a direction God has instilled within me through the years. I remain grateful for those trying times.
Success is not what you have achieved in life, but it is the spirit of happiness that results from the journey of a lifetime. Today, we enjoy the fruits of our labor and we realize that God has always been with us through the years of labor and pain. God continues His creation within a dreamer's heart. A dreamer continues to make a big differnce.
Priscilla
Forever in our hearts
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, July 11, 2009
My Mother and My Conscience
There is only one thing in my life I can't ever do,
that is, to hurt my mom's feelings. I wonder why.
I had witnessed her sacrifices and her sleepless nights
as I was growing up. Her image of self-giving was pretty
obvious, as common as her existence. Her purpose of living
seemed to be engraved within the recesses of her heart -
to raise good children, with firm faith and devotion.
Every day was a constant reminder of her witnessing,
to live a life was a sense of sacrifice for the sake of her own family.
Although she didn't say the word but her actions spoke firmly
like thunder that penetrated the core of a child's conscience.
I could not stand to see her sacrifice some more with my own
childhood delinquencies or allowed her to grieve for my mischiefs.
This sentiment became a conscience formed through my growing
years; as rule of conduct to help me be the person I could be
I tried my best to avoid bad influences and mischiefs to appease
the heart of a mom who put her entire life in great sacrifice to raise
a family with sincerity. She wasn't present at all times but
she remained hidden within as a guiding lamp to allow us to think
twice when decisions were badly needed.
She lived forever within us despite her absence.
Her examples were shields and armours in times of trials.
My mom passed away in her early years.
I was young then and insecure.
I never knew how to live and how to survive.
Her lifetime sacrifices remained
imprinted in our hearts.
That mattered so much.
As I say today,
She was the reason behind who I turned out to be
And she was with me to endure those trying times.
that is, to hurt my mom's feelings. I wonder why.
I had witnessed her sacrifices and her sleepless nights
as I was growing up. Her image of self-giving was pretty
obvious, as common as her existence. Her purpose of living
seemed to be engraved within the recesses of her heart -
to raise good children, with firm faith and devotion.
Every day was a constant reminder of her witnessing,
to live a life was a sense of sacrifice for the sake of her own family.
Although she didn't say the word but her actions spoke firmly
like thunder that penetrated the core of a child's conscience.
I could not stand to see her sacrifice some more with my own
childhood delinquencies or allowed her to grieve for my mischiefs.
This sentiment became a conscience formed through my growing
years; as rule of conduct to help me be the person I could be
I tried my best to avoid bad influences and mischiefs to appease
the heart of a mom who put her entire life in great sacrifice to raise
a family with sincerity. She wasn't present at all times but
she remained hidden within as a guiding lamp to allow us to think
twice when decisions were badly needed.
She lived forever within us despite her absence.
Her examples were shields and armours in times of trials.
My mom passed away in her early years.
I was young then and insecure.
I never knew how to live and how to survive.
Her lifetime sacrifices remained
imprinted in our hearts.
That mattered so much.
As I say today,
She was the reason behind who I turned out to be
And she was with me to endure those trying times.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The Power of the Word
In the beginning was the Word
The Word was with God and
The Word was God (Jn 1:1).
We become who we are as foretold by persons who simply uttered the words; those precious words that helped open the pandora box of a life's destiny.
If we are attentive today and we try to ponder what we have become at this moment,
We can never deny the fact that we have become who we are because of the Word deeply
expressed by someone who wants us to succeed in life.
The Word was a mantra. We say the Word and its power like a magnet can work wonders.
Looking back, I cannot imagine the numerous changes that have taken place in my life .
I am not talking about physical changes, but the whole scenario of living. It is like a dream
to see the many changes and here I am, the same person who has been a recipient of the magic and the power of the Word uttered by persons dear to me.
I was seven years old when I was hit by a car while crossing the street. I survived the accident but my left ankle was partly damaged that I had to walk with crutches for the next three months. I stopped going to school because I needed to recover from the said accident. I did not know what hope was all about. Much more, I did not even know if I had another chance to walk in a normal way again.
My mom was pounding heavens with her prayers. She believed in Miracles and believed that she could witness it. My mom was making compromises with God - Whatever it was, I would never know. It was between God and Her.
There were times I uttered words that could have dismayed my mom. I simply said that I thought I would not continue to go to School because I would be walking with crutches, like a cripple and children would be laughing behind my back. My mom kept her Words within her heart.
This was the time an elderly lady said with emphatic words that I would be the luckiest child in the family. She was talking to my hopeful dad. She said that someday her words would be true. I listened with intent ears and I believed her.
Three months later, I learned to walk again. Learning to walk took a miracle, one step at a time.
The mantra of the Words, uttered and thought within the hearts of people who cared, took its effects in that first step. Finally, the journey of life mattered so much that day. It was the first step that was the hardest. The rest of the steps made all the difference.
What has become of me after that first step? I am shy to say. All that matters now is one big difference. I can walk again. Since then, I have walked in a normal way, like any other person with hopes and aspirations. Many years had gone by and yet the experience remains fresh and vivid in my mind. Counting those years, I have walked millions of miles around the globe and I have seen so many historical events in my lifetime.
I do believed that God intended to put special people to utter those precious Words in a right time and on a right place. With God on our side, miracles can take place because He supplies the Word to say. I thank God and I thank everyone who have been instrumental to forecast the word. And that makes the Miracle.
There is power in the Word. Its mantra lingers forever.
[Franz]
In the beginning was the Word
The Word was with God and
The Word was God (Jn 1:1).
We become who we are as foretold by persons who simply uttered the words; those precious words that helped open the pandora box of a life's destiny.
If we are attentive today and we try to ponder what we have become at this moment,
We can never deny the fact that we have become who we are because of the Word deeply
expressed by someone who wants us to succeed in life.
The Word was a mantra. We say the Word and its power like a magnet can work wonders.
Looking back, I cannot imagine the numerous changes that have taken place in my life .
I am not talking about physical changes, but the whole scenario of living. It is like a dream
to see the many changes and here I am, the same person who has been a recipient of the magic and the power of the Word uttered by persons dear to me.
I was seven years old when I was hit by a car while crossing the street. I survived the accident but my left ankle was partly damaged that I had to walk with crutches for the next three months. I stopped going to school because I needed to recover from the said accident. I did not know what hope was all about. Much more, I did not even know if I had another chance to walk in a normal way again.
My mom was pounding heavens with her prayers. She believed in Miracles and believed that she could witness it. My mom was making compromises with God - Whatever it was, I would never know. It was between God and Her.
There were times I uttered words that could have dismayed my mom. I simply said that I thought I would not continue to go to School because I would be walking with crutches, like a cripple and children would be laughing behind my back. My mom kept her Words within her heart.
This was the time an elderly lady said with emphatic words that I would be the luckiest child in the family. She was talking to my hopeful dad. She said that someday her words would be true. I listened with intent ears and I believed her.
Three months later, I learned to walk again. Learning to walk took a miracle, one step at a time.
The mantra of the Words, uttered and thought within the hearts of people who cared, took its effects in that first step. Finally, the journey of life mattered so much that day. It was the first step that was the hardest. The rest of the steps made all the difference.
What has become of me after that first step? I am shy to say. All that matters now is one big difference. I can walk again. Since then, I have walked in a normal way, like any other person with hopes and aspirations. Many years had gone by and yet the experience remains fresh and vivid in my mind. Counting those years, I have walked millions of miles around the globe and I have seen so many historical events in my lifetime.
I do believed that God intended to put special people to utter those precious Words in a right time and on a right place. With God on our side, miracles can take place because He supplies the Word to say. I thank God and I thank everyone who have been instrumental to forecast the word. And that makes the Miracle.
There is power in the Word. Its mantra lingers forever.
[Franz]
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Waking Up Early
An early bird catches the worm first.
Time and again, I often wonder why waking up early is inherent
to my nature.
At exactly 6 am, every morning, I am wide awake regardless
whether I sleep early or later. I wonder because even if I wish
to extend my sleep I cannot. The innate clock tells its toll.
I am set for the day and ready to face what lies ahead.
There is no leisure time for a lazy bone.
I remember with vivid memory: As a child, I was always forced
to wake up as early as 5:30 am to do some chores at home.
My father would never tolerate any of his children to stay longer
on bed before the sun rose. I always retaliated.
There were times that I cried and complained. Nothing was heard
except that I had to wake up early and did the chores I was assigned
to do even if it was contrary to my intended schedule. The rest of
the siblings had their own responsibilities to fulfill and I believed
they, too, had the same sentiments as I had. However, with heavy
hearts, we were compelled to accomplish whatever responsibilities
assigned to us in order to make mom and dad happy. I never knew
if they were pleased at all.
As a family, we had accomplished so much in a whole day.
My mom would always attest that she would not have any problems
with washing and ironing clothes, nor with cooking and setting table
for lunch or dinner, nor with many other chores to be done at home
as many mothers would complain. All the siblings were the working
force of the house. Household help was not needed at all. Everything
was done by the children. We were always together doing endless
chores at home. Beyond any doubt, we were always proud of our
daily accomplishments. We had so much fun and laughter
despite the presence of some hardships and innuendos of retaliations
or complaints. We had had a whole family, working together.
Having many children was a treasure as my father would
always brag to his friends.
We never realized its value until many years later.
Some people may call it, child-labor or others may mention,
abuse of parental authority, but I would say those years were
precious moments of bonding and formation.
Young siblings were trained to face the future, even if sometimes
the road ahead could be rough and tough.
Sometimes I often wonder how come I have a high capacity for
tolerance. I looked back and I realized that I had a good training
here. Right now, I feel very grateful and am very fortunate.
Otherwise, I would have been a different person.
I have the capacity to work hard and the vital energy to cope up
with any situation. Where did I get them? I just wonder.
Reminiscing back, I say today, thanks to those years of waking up
early and trying to find the food first as an early bird.
Now, here is a whole lifetime ahead. Beyond doubt, I say I am ready.
I can say this, time and again, I have been taught to look beyond life.
The day starts with waking up early and facing the sun ahead.
Did the early bird really capture worm first?
I presume, the older mother bird retains the answer.
[F. P. Tam]
An early bird catches the worm first.
Time and again, I often wonder why waking up early is inherent
to my nature.
At exactly 6 am, every morning, I am wide awake regardless
whether I sleep early or later. I wonder because even if I wish
to extend my sleep I cannot. The innate clock tells its toll.
I am set for the day and ready to face what lies ahead.
There is no leisure time for a lazy bone.
I remember with vivid memory: As a child, I was always forced
to wake up as early as 5:30 am to do some chores at home.
My father would never tolerate any of his children to stay longer
on bed before the sun rose. I always retaliated.
There were times that I cried and complained. Nothing was heard
except that I had to wake up early and did the chores I was assigned
to do even if it was contrary to my intended schedule. The rest of
the siblings had their own responsibilities to fulfill and I believed
they, too, had the same sentiments as I had. However, with heavy
hearts, we were compelled to accomplish whatever responsibilities
assigned to us in order to make mom and dad happy. I never knew
if they were pleased at all.
As a family, we had accomplished so much in a whole day.
My mom would always attest that she would not have any problems
with washing and ironing clothes, nor with cooking and setting table
for lunch or dinner, nor with many other chores to be done at home
as many mothers would complain. All the siblings were the working
force of the house. Household help was not needed at all. Everything
was done by the children. We were always together doing endless
chores at home. Beyond any doubt, we were always proud of our
daily accomplishments. We had so much fun and laughter
despite the presence of some hardships and innuendos of retaliations
or complaints. We had had a whole family, working together.
Having many children was a treasure as my father would
always brag to his friends.
We never realized its value until many years later.
Some people may call it, child-labor or others may mention,
abuse of parental authority, but I would say those years were
precious moments of bonding and formation.
Young siblings were trained to face the future, even if sometimes
the road ahead could be rough and tough.
Sometimes I often wonder how come I have a high capacity for
tolerance. I looked back and I realized that I had a good training
here. Right now, I feel very grateful and am very fortunate.
Otherwise, I would have been a different person.
I have the capacity to work hard and the vital energy to cope up
with any situation. Where did I get them? I just wonder.
Reminiscing back, I say today, thanks to those years of waking up
early and trying to find the food first as an early bird.
Now, here is a whole lifetime ahead. Beyond doubt, I say I am ready.
I can say this, time and again, I have been taught to look beyond life.
The day starts with waking up early and facing the sun ahead.
Did the early bird really capture worm first?
I presume, the older mother bird retains the answer.
[F. P. Tam]
Saturday, January 10, 2009
DAILY ACCEPTANCE PRAYER
I accept myself completely.
I accept my strengths and my weaknesses,
my gifts and my shortcomings,
my good points and my faults.
I accept myself completely as a human being.
I accept that I am here to learn and grow, and
I accept that I am learning and growing.
I accept the personality I've developed, and
I accept my power to heal and change.
I accept myself without condition or reservation.
I accept that the core of my being is goodness and
that my essence is love, and
I accept that I sometimes forget that.
I accept myself completely, and in this acceptance
I find an ever-deepening inner strength.
From this place of strength, I accept my life fully and
I open to the lessons it offers me today.
I accept that within my mind are both fear and love, and
I accept my power to choose which I will experience as real.
I recognize that I experience only the results of my own choices.
I accept the times that I choose fear
as part of my learning and healing process, and
I accept that I have the potential and power
in any moment to choose love instead.
I accept mistakes as a part of growth,
so I am always willing to forgive myself and
give myself another chance.
I accept that my life is the expression of my thought, and
I commit myself to aligning my thoughts
more and more each day with the Thought of Love.
I accept that I am an expression of this Love.
Love's hands and voice and heart on earth.
I accept my own life as a blessing and a gift.
My heart is open to receive, and I am deeply grateful.
May I always share the gifts that I receive
fully, freely, and with joy.
(Unknown)
I accept myself completely.
I accept my strengths and my weaknesses,
my gifts and my shortcomings,
my good points and my faults.
I accept myself completely as a human being.
I accept that I am here to learn and grow, and
I accept that I am learning and growing.
I accept the personality I've developed, and
I accept my power to heal and change.
I accept myself without condition or reservation.
I accept that the core of my being is goodness and
that my essence is love, and
I accept that I sometimes forget that.
I accept myself completely, and in this acceptance
I find an ever-deepening inner strength.
From this place of strength, I accept my life fully and
I open to the lessons it offers me today.
I accept that within my mind are both fear and love, and
I accept my power to choose which I will experience as real.
I recognize that I experience only the results of my own choices.
I accept the times that I choose fear
as part of my learning and healing process, and
I accept that I have the potential and power
in any moment to choose love instead.
I accept mistakes as a part of growth,
so I am always willing to forgive myself and
give myself another chance.
I accept that my life is the expression of my thought, and
I commit myself to aligning my thoughts
more and more each day with the Thought of Love.
I accept that I am an expression of this Love.
Love's hands and voice and heart on earth.
I accept my own life as a blessing and a gift.
My heart is open to receive, and I am deeply grateful.
May I always share the gifts that I receive
fully, freely, and with joy.
(Unknown)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
My New Coat, God
I have a new coat, it was designed by God and given to me by Jesus Christ.
All I had to do to receive this coat was to believe in God's only Son.
I find it fits me perfectly unless I allow myself to become puffed up with foolish pride,
then it's too tight. If I walk with my head high, trying to be above those about, then it is too short. But if I walk humbly as I should before God, it fits me just right.
How is the coat made?
The shoulders are wide and roomy so that I can help my fellow man carry his burdens.
The collar is made of God's mercy, yes, the mercy of God's promises.
First that I may become his child and second, that I will one day dwell with Him in that home prepared for His saints.
The cuffs are narrow, so that there is no room to tuck away grievance and hard feelings toward my neighbors.
The pockets are oversized, One is for the love of God; the other is to hold my love for my fellowman and all humanity.
There are three buttons on my coat, which stands for faith, hope and charity. I check on them often so that none becomes loose or lost.
The lining is made of God's forgiveness, which I need so often that I want it next to me at all times.
The belt is made of God's love that encircles me everyday.
The material is thick enough to protect me when the storms of life come my way, but not too thick that I will not be able to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit who guides me.
There are many threads in my new coat, but not one thread of doubt that God's promises are true,
Do you wonder about the color of my coat? Why, it's the color of Jesus' eyes that must sparkle when a lost soul accepts Him.
I will need my coat all through life. When I travel through the valley of death and when I view the future, I will always wear my new coat.
(Author Unknown)
All I had to do to receive this coat was to believe in God's only Son.
I find it fits me perfectly unless I allow myself to become puffed up with foolish pride,
then it's too tight. If I walk with my head high, trying to be above those about, then it is too short. But if I walk humbly as I should before God, it fits me just right.
How is the coat made?
The shoulders are wide and roomy so that I can help my fellow man carry his burdens.
The collar is made of God's mercy, yes, the mercy of God's promises.
First that I may become his child and second, that I will one day dwell with Him in that home prepared for His saints.
The cuffs are narrow, so that there is no room to tuck away grievance and hard feelings toward my neighbors.
The pockets are oversized, One is for the love of God; the other is to hold my love for my fellowman and all humanity.
There are three buttons on my coat, which stands for faith, hope and charity. I check on them often so that none becomes loose or lost.
The lining is made of God's forgiveness, which I need so often that I want it next to me at all times.
The belt is made of God's love that encircles me everyday.
The material is thick enough to protect me when the storms of life come my way, but not too thick that I will not be able to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit who guides me.
There are many threads in my new coat, but not one thread of doubt that God's promises are true,
Do you wonder about the color of my coat? Why, it's the color of Jesus' eyes that must sparkle when a lost soul accepts Him.
I will need my coat all through life. When I travel through the valley of death and when I view the future, I will always wear my new coat.
(Author Unknown)
RAISING CHILDREN
If children live with criticism,
They learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility,
They learn to fight.
If children live with ridicule,
They learn to be shy.
If children live with shame,
They learn to feel guilty
If children live with tolerance,
They learn to be patient.
If children live with encouragement,
They learn confidence.
If children live with praise,
They learn to appreciate.
If children live with fairness,
They learn justice.
If children live with security,
They learn to have faith.
If children live with approval,
They learn to like themselves.
If children live with acceptance and friendship,
They learn to find love in the world.
[Anonymous]
They learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility,
They learn to fight.
If children live with ridicule,
They learn to be shy.
If children live with shame,
They learn to feel guilty
If children live with tolerance,
They learn to be patient.
If children live with encouragement,
They learn confidence.
If children live with praise,
They learn to appreciate.
If children live with fairness,
They learn justice.
If children live with security,
They learn to have faith.
If children live with approval,
They learn to like themselves.
If children live with acceptance and friendship,
They learn to find love in the world.
[Anonymous]
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