Prepare to Meet your God, Angelica Zambrano (23 Horas Muerta)

Prepare to Meet your God, Angelica Zambrano (23 Horas Muerta)

Dont ever Quit!

Dear Future Husband,

Re: praying for a partner in life. If the person you desire does not love Jesus or doesn't have the heart for the lost, it would be better not to marry at all. The cost of following Christ is heavy and if we desire someone who haven't counted the cost, then be sure that the desire we have for Jesus will be compromised. 

"It was not a romantic honeymoon to say the least! However, this quick departure after their marriage and unity in their mission does show what qualities are necessary for a good missionary couple. I am sure Robert must have seen these good qualities in Mary before he left and that is why he marry her.
The Scripture says, "that many are called but few are sent."

THERE ARE MANY YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN CALLED INTO SERVICE BY THE LORD, BUT HAVE NEVER SEEN WHAT GOD COULD HAVE DONE THROUGH THEM, BECAUSE THEY MARRIED AN UNBELIEVER OR SOMEONE WHO WAS UNWILLING TO FOLLOW THE LORD TO THE MISSION FIELD"

-Mission stories

Never rush

Refuge

I am just overwhelmed by the many things that keep on happening in and around me. Lord, pull me in your loving arms again. Let me feel the comfort of your sweet presence. You and You alone can heal and put every chaotic moments back to being pacified.

Word for the Day

Reflection: How do pain and suffering affect your relationship with God? Do you drift from God or do you move closer to Him?

Jesus, when my heart is overwhelmed with pain, remind me of Your teachings. Strengthen my faith as I cling to You and Your promises.

n.b. This was copied and posted from besomebodyblog.com

This piece just gave me the chills. It arouse the Poetic person in me. Oh where can I find my elusive Pygmalion?
When can I know if its the right time?Oh when and where and who?

A Conversation with Love.

Yesterday I had a conversation with Love.

She was a lot shorter than I imagined. Less elegant. A slight-frame, lean build… a square-jaw and a great smile… Her skin was thick, but soft. Her voice was light and musical. Her sentences were symphonies.

She was calm, but confident. She paid attention to details. There was a naturalness about her… She didn’t think before she spoke, but somehow the words still seemed to make sense.

There was pain in her eyes – from loss and longing… travels and tribulations… But her gaze was pure… Wrinkles of concern swam across her forehead. Defeat dripped from her neck. Her scars were visible… apparent, but ambiguous.

She was battle-tested.

She told great stories. The kind that people drop everything to hear. The kind that turns a room into an altar… a crowd into a congregation… She spoke about distant lands and amazing adventures… unfamiliar faces but familiar feelings. She talked about heroes, and knights. And dragon slayers. She talked about losing hope and letting go of dreams…

She told of her own enemies: Fear and Insecurity. She explained how they always tried to hold her back… they always tried to cage her. Hate, she could deal with. He was much easier to find. He had a certain smell… Fear was hidden. Insecurity was invisible… She had suffered at their hands before…

She had a long memory, but lived in the moment. She could reminisce without recounting…. recall without reminding… She never sweated the small stuff, but always remembered the little things.

She was real.

She talked about her younger days. She wasn’t a straight-A student. She cut class sometimes. Started fights in the cafeteria. Got caught cheating once or twice… She loved languages. Spanish, Italian… French was her favorite… “je t’aime” et “mon coeur”…

Growing up, she’d often get confused with her sister, Lust. They looked similar, but Lust had a way hotter body…. and longer hair… They were both spontaneous and free, but Lust had a shorter attention span… she could never focus. Lust was always the life of the party. Lust passed out the cake and poured the champagne.

Love washed the dishes.

She said she’d been walking for years…. Been searching for decades. For what, she wasn’t exactly sure…. She was a natural wanderer. An explorer. She said there was something bigger out there… something magical. She couldn’t describe it… only feel it. She dreamed of it her whole life. And she was closer now… she could sense it.

She had no map. No GPS or navigation. Her iPhone was out of service. She just followed the signs… Looked out for clues. Listened. She moved fast, but tried not to run. Every time she sprinted, she slipped. This journey was about pace… about timing. She had to make sure the speed matched her stride.

She never hid from Danger… never turned away from Trouble. Struggle was her sacrifice. Problems were her passage…. She didn’t know how to back down. She welcomed obstacles. She cherished challenges. She could take on anything, anywhere, anytime.

Love was a fighter.

She had seen a lot. Time wasn’t always kind to her. Experience broke promises. Expectation told lies… She had bruises. Wounds. The bottoms of her feet were rough and tired. And at one point, she became bitter. She began to question the voyage. Uncertainty began to outweigh Passion.

She almost gave up. Almost called it quits. She found a safe place, at the edge of the desert, with a beautiful view of the night sky. She had just enough around her to get by… Survive….. But survival was lonely. Survival wasn’t living… The stars were stunning, but she had no one to share them with… Isolation wasn’t the answer.

So, she began again. Moving. Forward… She was wiser this time. Stronger. More focused. She could still feel Fear close, but he didn’t hold her captive…Caution didn’t constrain her. She was just more careful… She asked the right questions… Recognized the clear signals… Made quicker decisions… She knew better now…

Love was ready.

We talked for hours… the conversation ended too soon…

She left early. She wrote a note,  and told me not to wait up. She’d find me again, when the time was right.

I didn’t get to say goodbye.

I’m glad… I didn’t want to.

Broken heart's soliloquy

I dont want to tell that I have been there.
But i just cant help it, its a beware
its a caveat to anyone who dares
to enter this realm when no one else cares
if this is the foxy lady's taste of her first share.

I hate to admit it, but really its true
that i have been busted by someone like you
I am a woman, but it happened to me
Cause I have shown too much than what's supposed to be
And now I just want to let these feelings flee.

I have been so fragile so helpless so weak
And I have been so careless to show you what I felt
You have no concern whether I stumble and fall
You didnt even know that its my first, you asshole!
Now its too late, with you I have never reached any goal.

Can you please just mend this broken heart of mine,
A call or a message would help me just fine.
A show of concern, an apology would do
Tell me that you dont mean to make me feel so blue.
Oh and that you'd not try to do that to other girls too.

Perhaps, this is the end of my short lived romance.
That had only happened in my forlorn mind bychance,
I had invested too much of my emotions, effort and time
For something too elusive and not even worth a dime
I have been a fool for my penchant to find love, what a crime!

I hope, this is a lesson learned for me,
and for all the other ladies who have never set sail to see
That love is not something you have to beg nor hunt for
cause if its for you, its just gonna happen, hardcore!
No need to desperately search for that golden door.

Loving myself is a first chore I have to understand.
For it is only in knowing my worth, that I wont stand for something half cooked.
It may take a while, when I can find that knight of mine
But know for sure, that he'll accept and love me, that's a sign!
Patience my heart is all you need, for now you dont need to grieve!

Its not a loss, but a lesson I just have to take,
that in this life, you'll meet different man of different make,
I guess for some this is too trashy, but have faith everyone's got some garbage too
You just have too take it out, and clean the mess that it left you
Carry on, carry on! Meet the new days coming ahead with a smile and a greeting too!

You're too strong a lady to dwell on that hurting.
That's not even worth a minute of crying.
You can be sure, that if you do improve yourself a bit more
In time, you'll be the girl every man has been waiting for.
Be jolly and know the future has more for you in store!

A happy woman is a happy woman who does not need a man to complete her happiness.
Be happy, and get back to the happy routine you have been in, before him.
Someone worth it would definitely be engaged with a woman like you.
No one's gonna encourage you to bounce back from that hard fall, but me alone.
So bid him tata, and get on with life, know that with the right guy, you shall feel no wrong!