Blue Flowers

I bumped into a stranger as he passed by, 

"Oh, Excuse me Please" was my reply. 

He said, "Please excuse me too;

Wasn't even watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

My daughter stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.

"Move out of the way!" I said with a frown.

She walked away, her little heart was broken.

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,

God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,

But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Look on the kitchen floor,

You'll find some flowers there by the door. 

Those are the flowers she brought for you.

She picked them herself:pink, yellow and blue.

She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,

and you never saw the tears in her eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,

and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by her bed;

"Wake up, Little girl, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"

She smiled, " I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em, because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;

I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

She said," Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you too,

and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

-Author Unknown-

I read it from an inspirational book . I think all of us can relate with  this because we have our own  family but the sad thing is some people (I'm not exempted) tends to be impatient or rude to their family members while they are so polite to the others.(stranger)
I don't want to elaborate this topic because I know all of  us understand the importance of a family in our lives.

Life Bearer

It is worthy to tell everybody how God protects me from the road of death when i was crushed by a rushing car. I'm about to cross to the other side of the road when the car hit my motorcycle. It was horrible. I thought that was the end of my life. My motorcycle was terribly damaged, my belt was broken. My pants was torn. But with Gods loving hand together with his caring angels I'm alive. The weird thing is I don't have major damages. Just a small, very small scratch in my leg. No bruises, no wounds, no blood. Amazing right? How could it be? Honestly, I don't know but my savior knows. Glory be to God.


As we live our life each day, troubles and circumstances are blocking our way (expectedly). There's a thousand of possibilities that we may encounter as we trudging the hill of  life. Either it is good or bad,  yes or no, high or low, right or wrong, whatever it is, life is still a matter of choice. But who can compare a life with a savior? 


If you feel alone, who was there for you? if you're in trouble, who was there to save you? if you're in despair, doubt and fear, who was there to comfort you?  if you are broken hearted, who fixed your heart? if you are empty, who filled you?  I thought before I carried it all on my own. But I just realized that starting from the start (From my mom's womb) I'm not alone. You are not alone.                    


(Jesus said) . . . , I am with you always, even to the end of the age. Amen. Mt 28.20b

A Cute Friend

When the midnight kisses me goodnight, I remember my friend Jenny asking me to write something for her. While thinking for a topic, something pop-up into my mind. I smiled for awhile. Hilarious it was when Jenny's nose turned white when she smiled. hahahaha. Funny it was when Niña's temper burst as she was listening to Jenny's crazy jokes. Impressive she was when she boldly expressed her thoughts and feelings with no hesitation every-time we have a meeting, but the best thing about Jenny is she has a big heart that no one can fathom and she gives life to the boring kind of  working environment. P.S. She is a good wife to her husband.

My Graveyard Life

  A blazing hot morning of my Tuesday when I woke-up from a 3 hours of sleep. Again, I said to myself, I really hate night shift because I can’t sleep long enough at daytime. I can’t do my morning routine activities. I can’t play with my dog Sophie. I can’t watch my fav. Show on TV. I can’t do anythng.I am paralyzed by the circumstance. What can I get with these are sleepless nights and stupid headaches. My alarm clock is my little cousin’s loud voices playing beside my bed where I am sleeping. They are shouting, crying, screaming and yelling. But I don’t have a choice I need to wake-up, not only in my sleep but also from the reality that night shifts will always be a graveyard, a graveyard that will always be the opposite of my regular life. So I need to deal with it. I want to complain but I'm not in the position do so, this is already part of my living. " If no sacrifices no rice. "