You Are Not Alone

Ever since I learned about this girl’s victory in Pilipinas Got Talent Auditions, I never wasted any moment and started campaigning for her. I followed her up to the grand finals. Yes guys.  She was my inspiration as I wrote this piece. 

I wouldn’t talk about her life; but as you go on reading, you’ll soon discover the many reasons as to why this girl had given me much inspiration.

The song is great, isn’t it?  But more than this masterpiece is the quality of heart rendered as it was sung.  My heart is almost always filled with compassion as I listen to this.  It’s the kind of thing that you feel when you know God is with you.  It couldn’t be heaven-like; but yes, it is.  And for multiple reasons, why this song?  Why this girl?

Mighty Savior

Saviour, He can move the mountains

My God is mighty to save

He is mighty to save

Forever, Author of salvation

He rose and conquered the grave

Jesus conquered the grave.

Wowed, flabbergasted, thrilled, enthralled!  What a great God we have!  I couldn’t help but feel this way whenever I hear this song.  Yes! The lines from this song are very mighty indeed. 

Last week wasn’t any ordinary week for my family.  No one sensed it and so we were all caught by surprise.  Mom had to drag my father to the clinic for a check up, just to make sure that he is well. But then it turned out to be the prompting of the Holy Spirit.  The waiting didn’t have to take long since my father was ushered immediately to the doctor’s office. 

Childlike Innocence

“Why are there bad people?” I asked a smart 3^rd –grader in one of my English classes. 

“It is because they do bad things.” was his immediate answer.

“Why do they have to do badly?” I probed.

“Maybe it is because they really want to have or do something.  But for them to acquire or experience it, they have to pass through the process of being bad”.  He responded with much confidence that you’ll think this 9-year-old boy already had a glimpse of what life is at present.

 I was so upset when I asked him that question.  I needed to vent out my frustrations.  I desperately wanted to say uncouth remarks but I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t have done it if given a chance.  What an unhealthy way to live the day, hearing with bleeding ears made-up stories against me.  That was the least I wanted to hear but in my every move, it seems that speckled eyes follow me. 

By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

This novel is one of Paulo Coelho’s best.  It talks about the great mystery of love and suffering.  When two people follow the path of love, no amount of distance, travel and success could hinder them from reuniting, to savor the sweetness and delight that only genuine love is capable of giving.    At the summit of triumph, his love for Pilar was greatly tested, and so was his faith.  They battled with it, sleeping in desperate attempt to contemplate what their love could do without risking their mission.  A devoted Catholic capable of performing miracles and healing, he was on the height of his discernment, whether to accept his gift and carry out his mission alone, or abandon it and be with the woman he loved for years.  The revelations that each day presented led them to the re-examining of the past which made Pilar’s love for him stronger.  He gave her back her faith and restored her relationship with God. But as their blissful hearts easily floated on the cascading waterfall, he asked to be freed of the gift offered him by the Great Mother.