date:sept 5, 2009 16:10
Oct 18 is my 29th birthday, today is Sept 5 i still have more than 1 month but I am so excited on the surprises the Lord has prepared for me. I never been so excited in my whole life than dis year.
The reason maybe is:
First my officemates for sure will prepare a surprise for me hahahaah so sure with it. well its a trend in our department that we will surprise the celebrant, so im expecting.. Attention guys make it good ha hehehe (gigle)..
Second because my sister has something for me, she has sent me tru a friend and it will be given to me on this sept 15. wow im so thrilled i have to idea what it is. hmmmmmmm
Third my mama and the rest of my family has also a surprise, whatever it is I have no idea.
Fourth all my friends, my sisters and brothers in the community will treat me and will shower me with prayers.
and lastly the Lord has something special for me and thats for sure. Lord can it be a partner in Life wahahahahha..
I just cant help rejoicing in the Lord Jesus Christ always for this year is my second year that i found Him in my life. And I want to be with Him for the rest of my Life because in Him I found peace, joy and LOVE.
All Glory To God.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
THAT'S GOD
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for. . .
THAT'S GOD. . . He talks to you through the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to talk to. . .
THAT'S GOD ... . . He wants you to talk to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them. . .
THAT'S GOD ... . . there is no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn't afford. . .
THAT'S GOD. ... . He knows the desires of your heart. . .
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better,
but now you look back on it. . .
THAT'S GOD. ... . He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day. . .
In all that we do, we should totally give HIM thanks and our blessings will continue to multiply. This message was sent to me by a close friend so please pass it on to all of your good friends.
Keep this going for an eternity.
NOW THAT'S GOD!!!!!!!!
Don't tell GOD how big your storm is.
Tell the storm how big your GOD is!
THAT'S GOD. . . He talks to you through the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to talk to. . .
THAT'S GOD ... . . He wants you to talk to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them. . .
THAT'S GOD ... . . there is no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn't afford. . .
THAT'S GOD. ... . He knows the desires of your heart. . .
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better,
but now you look back on it. . .
THAT'S GOD. ... . He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day. . .
In all that we do, we should totally give HIM thanks and our blessings will continue to multiply. This message was sent to me by a close friend so please pass it on to all of your good friends.
Keep this going for an eternity.
NOW THAT'S GOD!!!!!!!!
Don't tell GOD how big your storm is.
Tell the storm how big your GOD is!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Can't find HIM? He'll find you..
First day in the morning at the office I open my email and I was intrigue by this email from my group. It says 'Can't find HIM? He'll find you...' since its a long email I disregarded it but it came to me that I need to read it and so i did. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes. With thanks, Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola University , Chicago. This is the email claims but whether it is a true or not i was moved by Tommy and I wanted to share his story to anyone.The story goes like this:
Father John Powell, professor at Loyola University in Chicago,
writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy;
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file
into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith.
That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both
blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches
below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I
guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it
isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange...very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam,
he asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
"Why not," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called
out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely
certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my
clever line -- He will find you! At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer.
Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into
my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick," I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being
fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are
the real biggies in life."
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something
you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!) He
continued, "I asked you if you thought
I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me. Then
you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even
though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!)
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that
it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God. And
when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing
happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit "Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit.
I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time
I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you
and your class and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'"
"So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. "Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean .. It's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at
me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and
secret joy flowing inside of him. "The newspaper fluttered to the
floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."
"It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with
me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things
to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.
"I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long.
Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had
actually been close to.
"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come
to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer
holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give you three days, three weeks.'"
"Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour.. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me!
You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him"
"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize.
To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is
not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant
consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle
John said that. He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love
is living with God and God is living in him.'
Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class
you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell it"
"Oooh... I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more
important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was
not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision.
He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever
seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever
imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you ... tell the whole world for me?"
I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
Father John Powell, professor at Loyola University in Chicago,
writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy;
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file
into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith.
That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both
blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches
below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I
guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it
isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange...very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam,
he asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
"Why not," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called
out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely
certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my
clever line -- He will find you! At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer.
Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into
my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick," I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being
fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are
the real biggies in life."
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something
you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!) He
continued, "I asked you if you thought
I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me. Then
you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even
though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!)
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that
it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God. And
when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing
happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit "Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit.
I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time
I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you
and your class and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'"
"So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. "Dad."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean .. It's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at
me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and
secret joy flowing inside of him. "The newspaper fluttered to the
floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."
"It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with
me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things
to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.
"I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long.
Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had
actually been close to.
"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come
to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer
holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give you three days, three weeks.'"
"Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour.. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me!
You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him"
"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize.
To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is
not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant
consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle
John said that. He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love
is living with God and God is living in him.'
Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class
you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell it"
"Oooh... I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call."
In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more
important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was
not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision.
He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever
seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever
imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you ... tell the whole world for me?"
I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
I Am A Christian
I am a proud Christian. And i came across of this poem and i am inspired to post this on my blog. I don't know who is the Author of this but i give you credit for this piece. You speak the truth and it inspires me.
"I AM A CHRISTIAN"
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'"
I'm whispering "I was lost",
Now I'm found and forgiven.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need CHRIST to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and need HIS strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
but, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner who received
God's good grace, the way anyone else can!
"I AM A CHRISTIAN"
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'"
I'm whispering "I was lost",
Now I'm found and forgiven.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need CHRIST to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and need HIS strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
but, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner who received
God's good grace, the way anyone else can!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Start with four steps:
I was pissed off one day with my boss and the other boss who handles the system I was developing. It came to me at that moment that I don’t want to work with them anymore and I want to relocate myself to the other company. Others thought that it was just a mere situation for me to over react like that. But for me its big thing, for almost 2 year I’ve been working with that system and until now it was not implemented because they have changed minds. One day they want this to be like that and the following day they want the other way. I was feed up, feed up by their unpredictable minds, feed up with working with them, and feed up with my system. I want to have a career growth I desperately want to find a good boss. The one with principles, one with good heart, one with firm decision.
Sad thing about that week is they want me to start all over again. The efforts I made for the past year has been wasted as well as my time. That moment I keep on asking the Lord if He is stretching me how long will it takes. Everyday I pray for the revelations, what is His big plan for me and for my career? I have no power over the things because I am just an employee. Whatever my boss will tell me I should obey that is why I was so upset I have no voice over them. Then I decided to surrender everything to the Lord, my plans, my work, my life. Then it came Friday morning of the following week I receive a message thru Gods word that one should not grumble nor complain in anything. I was convicted with that word but still I ask the Lord for the grace to sustain the pressure. Then came afternoon I extend my stay in office because I chatted my friend still complaining with my ordeal. Then suddenly a chat window popped up from nowhere I don’t know the user handle for sure it’s a stranger. The window flashes me with his message ‘Start with 4 steps’ I follow through the items 1 to 4. Each items weight more than I expected, right there and then I cried out to the Lord this are the answers to all my questions for this past few weeks. You have used this person to send me this message and I was relieved, my burden was lighten. Then I ask this stranger and he was a brother from
I know every one of us has different issues, maybe in work, in the family, financially, romantically but I want each one of you to hang on don’t loose your faith to the Lord. He has all the answers to your question just ask Him and He will be listening because nothing is impossible with HIM. I want to share the 4 steps maybe you will find it helpful and you might be blessed as it blessed me during my ordeal.
Start with four Steps:
1. Come as you are right now to the Lord. Tell him all your feelings,( be it joy, anger, hate, jealousy, feelings of insecurity, ego, etc ) - EVERYTHING - from the core of your heart.
2. Hand over to the Lord the blockages that hinder your path to his Holy anointing - things you want to change but have no power to change.
3. Surrender your life to the Lord - not by mere words, but from the depths of your soul - give Him the complete control of your life.
4. Wait in silent communion with the Lord in that state of surrender and the Lord will speak to you and you will be filled with the “Holy Spirit”
John 1:9 - If we confess our sins, he {God} is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all
Your time Starts now. God Bless you all.
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