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I grew up in a Christian family, wherein my parents and my eldest brother would always make me feel that I'm loved. I know there's no such thing as a perfect family, but having a complete one with my Dad, Mom and Kuya around makes me feel like it is perfect.

Until we received a phone call from my Uncle, telling my Mom that Grandpa is in a critical condition and that she must process all her papers (passport, visa etc.) to be with our Grandpa right away. We prayed for God's healing for our Grandpa, and for the approval of my Mom's visa as soon as possible. Within a week, my Mom's visa was approved. God answered our prayers. Several weeks after my Mom got there in California, Grandpa was healed of his illness. From then on, my Mom decided to stay there to better take care of him.

How can I not miss my Mom so much when during the most special moments of my life, she was not there personally to be with me..like witnessing my High School Graduation, and celebrating my 18th birthday. Though I know she's been trying to give us the best in life, but I'm still left with a hole of loneliness in my heart.

I'm very sensitive and emotional about this matter that whenever my Mom would call us, I would cry during or after our conversation. One night after, I went to my room and cried out to God all my questions, hurts, feelings of helplesness and loneliness. He reminded me one of His promise that, "He will never leave me, nor forsake me." (Hebrews 13:5)

I found God faithfully encouraging me to just hang on to His promises.

Trusting His plans for me and my family would be for the good.

BIG ROCKS

One day an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget.

As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, "Okay, time for a quiz," and he pulled out a one gallon wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?"

Everyone in the class yelled, "Yes." The time management expert replied, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some of the gravel in and shook the jar causing the pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asked the class once more if the jar was full.

By this time the class was on him and said "Probably not."

"Good" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand and started dumping it into the jar. The sand went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked if the jar was full.

"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said "Good and grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it into the jar until the jar was filled to the brim.

Then he looked around the room and asked, "What is the point of the illustration?"

One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is that no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hardyou can always fit some more in."

"No." the speaker replied, "that's not the point...The truth is that this illustration teaches us that if you don't put the 'big rocks' in first, you'll never get them in at all."

What are the 'big rocks' in your life? Time with our loved ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others. Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first, or you'll never get them in at all...

What/Who is the BIG ROCK in your life?

Then get those in your jar first.

The Moon

Lesser orbs, That's us.
Appreciated. Valued. Loved dearly.
But central? Essential? Pivotal?
Nope.Sorry.
God does not exist to make a big deal out of us. We exist to make a big deal out of Him...

The moon generates NO light.
Apart from the sun, the moon is NOTHING more than a pitch-black, pockmarked rock.

BUT...

properly positioned, the moon beams
let her do what she was made to do, and a clod of dirt becomes a source of inspiration

("It's Not About Me"--Max Lucado)

Proud to be "God's Achay"

Achay= alalay, utusan

You ( Christ ) made me realize that the word "achay" is not bad at all...

I am your "achay",
I am your "utusan",
I am your servant...

may my life be pleasing to you Master( Christ )...

1st time...

yey!!!at last..i already have a blog.
Thanks to besti!!!haha... :)
missin you!!! mwah!