My Salvation

"Father, how wonderful Your care for us!
How boundless Your merciful love.
To ransom a slave you gave away Your Son.
O happy fault, O necessary sin of Adam, which gained for us so great a Redeemer". (Exsultet - Easter Proclamation)

Adrian thank you for the amazing post which the above was taken from.
God Bless you ever so dearly.

I will be your St.John

This post is dedicated to my dearest & closest friend , Dave Jean Kameron.




There is a silver lining to everything u once said. But somehow, it seems that everytime a wound heals, a new and more painful one forms.

So much has been said. So much was suppose to be done. All thrown to the wind...all left as if it were meaningless.

Deceiving and deception the sudden fruits of pride and envy…saddening and painful but plain reality.

But, by this I say , not all is forgotten :

Never , will that timid 14 year old forget that you were the first to ever tell her that her smile was her sweetest blessing.

Never will that 16 year old forget the sleepless hours you spent assuring her , that her future , though seemingly uncertain , is indeed, by His grace, as bright as the morning star.

And never , will that broken hearted 21 year old forget…how you , and only you , had hope in her. Picking up , not only the broken pieces of her heart….but her broken life all the same. Carrying her with your strength, until she, was strong enough to fly , dream and believe, once again….that by Him..everything is indeed possible.

Always will your life be the greatest testimony of His love.

Always will your life be a shining example of how perfectly He blesses us…with not only what we need…but far more that we can ever imagine.

And finally...

Always...

As you have been mine...

I will be your, St.John.

My perfect inspiration...

How beautiful You are, my love
How perfect, how pure
In Your image, I was formed
In my life, I long to reflect

The sweetest blessings
Of life, You have bestowed
How precious, the love
That only You, complete with

By Your side, draw me closer
By Your word, the grace to live
To You alone, ever pleasing
And home to You , one day to be

Within Your loving arms
I long to be
Held so close within your embrace
Resting my being, forever.

Prayer of St. Francis

its the weekend, i'm home..due to work totaly stressed and sleepless.

amidst all the noise, i found the below again..


Lord,
make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is discord, unity.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is error, truth.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.

Divine Master,

grant me that I may seek not so much to be consoled, but to console.

Not so much to be understood, as to understand.

Not so much to be loved, but as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive, it is in losing ourselves that we find ourselves.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."

an evening of wonder..

I met Joy for the first time this evening. At 14 months, he’s almost the cutest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Something about him made my heart skip a beat.

Will the adoption work out..? I’m not sure…but if he’s meant to be mine, I’ll know and time will tell. Paul, see , he’s not been named after you. But thank you , yes , again :)

How different my life today is compared to a mere month ago. Never would I have thought that so much that was significant would become so insignificant ….. in such mere time.

But now, the storm has passed on and I’m setting sail once again.

This time, much stronger and wiser .

Truly, when He heals…He heals completely. My zest and passion for life…. which I thought was stolen away from me, He has renewed and is now a fire burning stronger and purer than ever before.

Is there a plan? Yes, there always is. But for now, its been surrendered to Him…and if it is His plan ….. In His time it will materialize.

I just cant wait… :)

My faithful three

Poetry, painting & music… its amazing how these 3 elements of art has never failed to intrigue me, in an eye sparkling , mind stimulating, heart moving kind of way…

All of these elements over the course of time in their own way seem to have documented the various phrases of my life…

I was tidying up my study a couple of nights ago, when I stumbled upon one of my oldest sketch books.I’m an amateur among amateurs, but what intrigued me about my own little sketches (some merely scribbles) was how each and every one of them brought back clear distinct memories…memories of what I was experiencing and my state of mind as I sketched.

As I flipped through its yellowish pages, I was almost impressed by the ‘child me’ who so diligently documented so much…so much that today , they act as lessons for the ‘adult me’ to learn from.

The sentiments were similar as I starting flipping through my first poetry collection. Poetry was first among the three that I dabbled with…using it initially as a mode of journal writing…but in a code that only I truly understood.

Whether it was a poem about a childhood crush or childhood confusion…it was all there, in my little code book…providing me with the occasional giggle at my own childish naiveness , the occasional sigh at the heart broken teenage girl, and the lessons that came with all of that. Most of all, I experienced deep sense of gratitude of how blessed my life is today.

How amazingly things have turned out to be…far beyond anything my childish mind could have ever comprehended.

A moment later my eye caught sight of my violin that was in the corner of the room. Though music has always been an element close to heart , I never considered it to be a forte. I’ve found myself dabbling with it many times at different points of my life..but each time never truly long enough to know how far i could actually take it.

Thus music seems to have documented a slightly different perspective of my life. My rebelliousness at the age of 8 , whene I refuse to attend any of my violin classes…my fearlessness at 14 whene I sang “a whole new world” in front of an audience of 200…yes, and these days I shy away from even humming a tune out loud.

But of late….this element seems to be growing closer and closer to heart. Still shying terribly in comparison to the many great names we know…but somehow within the comforts of my dimly lit study something new seems to be brewing and this time…I dare say, its here to stay.

Maybe this is the element that will document my adult life , immortalizing moments that would otherwise simply pass by…never to be remembered.

Storms of life..

When I feel like I’ve had enough…
Off heartbreaks..
Off disappointments…
When I feel…I just cant..

Your voice tells me..
“Continue…this is for My glory”

When I feel there’s nothing left…
That alls been spent..
That alls been drained…
When I feel..Its all over

Your voice tells me
“Continue…your strength I’ll renew ”

Now, that I feel like breaking down…
Giving up…
Walking away…
And letting all go…

Now…
You’re holding me so close…
Wiping away my tears…

And you say to me..
“Together we’ll soar above the storm”