I'm finally done!!

I mentioned yesterday that I started packing my Balikbayan box..I had finally finished it today..ready for sending to the Philippines...every time I go shopping, I usually buy some stuff esp. those that are on sale...I gather them together until my box will be full...here are some pix of what are inside the box....

toblerone and delicious Milka chocos

more chocolates

variety of teas for my beloved father

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.


"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart -- the place where love resides.

As We Change

As we change

...so will our circumstances.

The BOX

I spent my whole day today fixing my Balikbayan box..For those people who don't know yet...We Filipinos are really very attached to our family.. We always remember our families back in the Philippines esp. by sending Balikbayan boxes which also shows our attitude of being generous..I usually send boxes to the Philippines 2 to 3 times in a year esp. during Christmas time. This serves as my Xmas gift to them.

As usual, my box contained a lot of stuff...from chocolates to shampoos, soaps, clothes, toothpaste, canned goods and a lot more. I just felt happy every time I do it, besides that my family are also very happy receiving imported stuff..Although it takes some weeks (normally 6-8 weeks) to deliver it, it is still not so bad..the box is quite big enough and there is no weight limit..it is also very cheaper compared to sending it by regular post. I guess my box weight around 250 kilos...not bad for 100 Euro...

hopefully will send it this month or next month ..well that's all for today!! wish you all a nice evening!!

"NOT YET"

"I alone know the plans I have for you, plans to bring you prosperity and not disaster,
plans to bring about the future you hope for." Jr 29:11

"Not Yet"

Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord, is this your will?"
It's then I hear you answer me, "My Precious Child... be still."

Sometimes I feel frustrated, cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear you say to me, "My Busy Child... just rest"

Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets oh so clear and says, "My Child... please wait"

"I know the plans I have for you, the wondrous things you'll see;
If you can just be patient, Child, and put your trust in me.

I've plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you cannot see and much you do not know.

But know This, Child... I LOVE YOU. You are Precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your destiny.

I've something very special I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you are gifts you cannot earn.

They come without a price tag, but not without a cost;
at Calvary, I gave My Son, so You would not be lost.

Rest Child, and do not weary of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you just like I said I would.

Your name is written on my palm, I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when my answer is... "Not Yet"

~Author Unknown~

d best time is aLways God's time..

for those whO hope in the Lord will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles.

They will run and not go weary, they will walk and not be faint.

hope this wud inspire y'all. hav a bLeSsed day!

EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER

This is a very touching one...esp. to children ....to all Mothers keep up the good work!!!

This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion
of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say
"Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry." This was Mother's First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house;
she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could gave me a little bit more
nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would
make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and
eat the what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten, My heart
was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick
but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really
like fish." This was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks.
This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke
to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother,
go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother
smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired." This was Mother's Third
Lie .

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When
the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a
glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong
as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once
gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm
not thirsty!". This was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.

She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our
family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our
family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to
help us solve our problems big and small.

Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised
my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't
need love."

This was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old
Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning
just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was
steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough
money."

That was Mother's Sixth Lie.


I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies.

With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in
America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm not
used to high living."

That was Mother's Seventh Lie

In her old age, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized.

Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was
bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken
because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry, son! I'm
not in pain."

That was Mother's Eighth Lie.

Telling me this her eighth lie, she died.

YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

M - O - T - H - E - R

" M " is for the million things she gave me,

" O " means only that she's growing old,

" T " is for the tears she shed to save me,

" H " is for her heart of gold,

" E " is for her eyes with love-light shining in them,

" R " means right, and right she'll always be,

As you put 'em this way, they spell "MOTHER"-- a word that means the world to me.


For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence
on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is
even more beautiful.

Who is in Control??

a very long time forwarded email last 2005 by a friend..
hope we also got a lesson from this story..very touching!!

TRUE AWESOME STORY

A man from Norfolk, VA called a local radio station to
share this on Sept 11th, 2001. His Name was Robert
Matthews. These are his words:

"A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found
out we were going to have our first child. She
planned a trip out to California to visit her sister.
On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would
grant my wife a safe trip and be with her.
Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both heard a loud pop
and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire.
I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we
still missed her flight. Both very upset, we drove home.


I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD.
He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I
explained that we missed the flight. My father
informed me that her flight was the one that crashed
into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak.
My father also had more news for me; he was going to
help. 'This is not something I can just sit by for; I
have to do something.'

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more
because he had never given his life to Christ. After
a brief debate, I knew his mind was made up. Before
he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of
my grandchild.' Those were the last words I ever heard
my father say; he died while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been
answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at
my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years
blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never
know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ,
and I never got to say goodbye.

Then something happened. About two months ago, I was
sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was
a knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell
she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple
with a small child. The man looked at me and asked if my
father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He
quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance
to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'


He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World
Trade Center and had been caught inside after the attack.
She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then
explained that my father had been the one to find his wife
and free her.

My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father
giving his life for people like this. He then said,
'there is something else you need to know.'His wife then
told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked
to him and lead him to Christ.

I began sobbing at the news. Now I know that when I
get to heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus
to welcome me, and that this family would be able to
thank him themselves.

When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob
Matthew in honor of the man who gave his life so
mother and baby could live."

This story should help us to realize two things:
First - that though it has been Four years since the
attacks, we should never let it become a mere tragic
memory. And second - but most important - God is always
in control. We may not see the reason behind things,
and we may never know this side of heaven, but God is
ALWAYS in control.

Please take time to share this amazing story with
those you love. You may never know the impact it may
have on someone. God doesn't call the qualified, He
qualifies the called.