WHO AM I?
by Khristyne Joy S. Paniza
Who would ever think that a sinner like me would be loved by someone so omnipotent? Why would He offer himself to save me from my sins? Am I worth the sacrifice He did 2000 years ago? As the songs goes, “Who am I that the Lord of all the earth, would care to know my name, would care to know myhurt?”
These are the questions that I often ask myself of how I came into being despite my unworthiness of His great sacrifice. I sometimes find myself rejecting His love and I tend to dwell on earthly things, thinking that this could heal the brokenness in me. Human as I am, I struggle to understand life’s uncertainties and I admit it is hard to find meaning in every endeavor I have. I would sometimes feel empty, scared and not even knowing why these things are happening in my life. The innate vulnerability in me caused me hurts and rejections that left my young and fragile heart wounded. I admit that I was scared of letting go things; things that are within my comfort zone because I was scared of the responsibility that lies ahead when I’ll grow maturely as a Christian. But then I realized that I have God who unconditionally loves me and accepts me for who I am; our Savior who never fails to understand and forgives our sins. There is nothing I should be scared of because He will be there to catch me in every downfall. He would be there to make me understand things and make me appreciate the sacrifice He did. I have God who would always be there for me even if others would depart and I know that I am nothing without God.
As we celebrate the Lenten season, may it remind us of God’s unending love for us, make us value why He offered Himself to save us from our sins 2000 years ago. We may be sinners but we have God who sacrificed for us and who is always willing to forgive us of our sins. We have a God who will make us strong and steadfast when we are tormented by life’s cruelties. We should be thankful that God gave up Himself to redeem us of our sins . May we never fail to submit to His will and in turn, let us unselfishly offer ourselves to Him also.
The next time you’ll ask yourself “Who am I?” never hesitate to answer:
“Lord, I am yours”.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Stop and Read!
Stop and Read!
by Jesa Christine T. Capagal
If you really want something in life, you will work really hard for it – even if it takes few hours of overtime. There are even times at night when you pray so hard so that these wishes will be given to you. However, if you are like this, then it is time to stop and breathe for awhile.
These hectic hours of your life are sometimes referred to as your “moments overlooked”. We become self-centered and hoped for things only to the advantage of ourselves. We forget to stop and just thank God that something good is happening in our lives. Could you just consider giving a hand to someone in need, to give a warm smile to those who are aching, and to give a comforting shoulder to someone in pain? These are just a few things the world really needs.
Just like Jesus, he never thought of Himself but US. These lives that we hold in hand are only lent to us by God. We are here to fulfill His miracles for humankind. Miracles that only we, ourselves could do: a smile, a hug and a concern for those in need. We are not only here to strive for our betterment but to help each other to survive.
by Jesa Christine T. Capagal
If you really want something in life, you will work really hard for it – even if it takes few hours of overtime. There are even times at night when you pray so hard so that these wishes will be given to you. However, if you are like this, then it is time to stop and breathe for awhile.
These hectic hours of your life are sometimes referred to as your “moments overlooked”. We become self-centered and hoped for things only to the advantage of ourselves. We forget to stop and just thank God that something good is happening in our lives. Could you just consider giving a hand to someone in need, to give a warm smile to those who are aching, and to give a comforting shoulder to someone in pain? These are just a few things the world really needs.
Just like Jesus, he never thought of Himself but US. These lives that we hold in hand are only lent to us by God. We are here to fulfill His miracles for humankind. Miracles that only we, ourselves could do: a smile, a hug and a concern for those in need. We are not only here to strive for our betterment but to help each other to survive.
Lent, A Call for Change
Lent, A Call for Change
by Francine Caram
For many Christians the Lenten season can be a mystery. For some, lent is a period of going on a diet, for others lent is a time when their Catholic friends wear ashes on their foreheads and eat fish on Fridays, but in a larger sense, lent is the period of fasting leading up the feast of Easter, recalling Jesus’ 40-day fast in the wilderness.
The forty days represent the time Jesus spent in the desert, where according to th Bible he endured temptation by Satan.
The purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer, through prayer, penitence, almsgiving and self-denial for the annual commemoration during Holy Week of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus, which recalls the events linked to the Passion of Christ and culminates in Easter, the celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
We usually spend the Lenten season with our families. Some of our parents see this as a time for the members of the family to be one in prayer.
If we look at it clearly, Lent also serves as the time for change. As the time for us to realize how much we owe God for making all things possible, for keeping us in tract when the rode leads nowhere. It’s such ashame to see that after the forty days of bringing yourself closer to God, you’re still the same person you were the very first time you walked down the aisle and the priest put that ash cross on your forehead till the time Easter comes to an end.
Perhaps this is our wake up call, our chance to be better children of God. For once the priest puts that ash cross on your forehead and says, “Of dust you are made and of dust you shall return.” It is only rightful that we reminisce all He has dedicated to us. My dear brothers and sisters, let us seek for guidance in darkness, for we are His children, and together we believe in Him even if He does not speak.
by Francine Caram
For many Christians the Lenten season can be a mystery. For some, lent is a period of going on a diet, for others lent is a time when their Catholic friends wear ashes on their foreheads and eat fish on Fridays, but in a larger sense, lent is the period of fasting leading up the feast of Easter, recalling Jesus’ 40-day fast in the wilderness.
The forty days represent the time Jesus spent in the desert, where according to th Bible he endured temptation by Satan.
The purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer, through prayer, penitence, almsgiving and self-denial for the annual commemoration during Holy Week of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus, which recalls the events linked to the Passion of Christ and culminates in Easter, the celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
We usually spend the Lenten season with our families. Some of our parents see this as a time for the members of the family to be one in prayer.
If we look at it clearly, Lent also serves as the time for change. As the time for us to realize how much we owe God for making all things possible, for keeping us in tract when the rode leads nowhere. It’s such ashame to see that after the forty days of bringing yourself closer to God, you’re still the same person you were the very first time you walked down the aisle and the priest put that ash cross on your forehead till the time Easter comes to an end.
Perhaps this is our wake up call, our chance to be better children of God. For once the priest puts that ash cross on your forehead and says, “Of dust you are made and of dust you shall return.” It is only rightful that we reminisce all He has dedicated to us. My dear brothers and sisters, let us seek for guidance in darkness, for we are His children, and together we believe in Him even if He does not speak.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Do What the Children Do
Do What the Children Do
by Francine Caram
Prayer is something we can really depend on. It is something simple coming from the heart, ye it holds such great power.
When the Lord was in danger, He went to this place called Gethsemane with His disciples. He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee with Him. All He asked of them was to just stay awake with Him as He prayed. He threw Himself down and said, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass by me. Yet not my will, but Yours be done.”
In hard times, especially when we don’t know which way to go, we turn to God for guidance and protection. A simple prayer can draw the people close to Him.
He is the hope for the hopeless, the food for those who hunger, the answers for our problems. We cannot do things totally alone. We are all in need of help.
A simple prayer is what we need most nowadays, especially since the quality of education is quickly degrading. Since all we have to do is what children do even before they could read, pray.
by Francine Caram
Prayer is something we can really depend on. It is something simple coming from the heart, ye it holds such great power.
When the Lord was in danger, He went to this place called Gethsemane with His disciples. He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee with Him. All He asked of them was to just stay awake with Him as He prayed. He threw Himself down and said, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass by me. Yet not my will, but Yours be done.”
In hard times, especially when we don’t know which way to go, we turn to God for guidance and protection. A simple prayer can draw the people close to Him.
He is the hope for the hopeless, the food for those who hunger, the answers for our problems. We cannot do things totally alone. We are all in need of help.
A simple prayer is what we need most nowadays, especially since the quality of education is quickly degrading. Since all we have to do is what children do even before they could read, pray.
. . . that all may be one
. . . that all may be one
( A valentine’s date with the Lord)
February 14 is always a date to remember. Wherever we are, whatever we do, it’s a day that everybody is waiting to spread and experience the love it brings. It’s Valentine’s day. What we do usually do during this day? Dating? Meeting with a special someone? Buying dozens of roses and boxes of chocolates? Or trying out something different and unique like attending a TAIZE Prayer?
TAIZE prayer is a yearly celebration that the young, young professionals or even young at hearts anticipates. It’s a different way of experiencing Valentine’s through God’s overflowing love and care. Although it rained this Valentine’s day, we had still seen many participants who joined and opted to celebrate their hearts day with us. This Year the Youth Ministry celebrated TAIZE with a mass presided by our beloved parish priest, Bishop Gerardo Alminaza. After the mass the TAIZE proper started with a beautiful liturgy and songs that made the celebration more meaningful. The lighting of candles was also a highlight for it gave the cathedral a reflective ambiance. The candles that was lighted symbolizes that there is still hope amidst darkness. That God is always there ready to comfort and embrace our weary and restless heart. I had also reflected that during this time or this kind of celebration all are united, that we are one in celebrating GOD’S unconditional love. We may differ in may ways be in the eyes of God we are still one.
Special thanks to all who made this activity a success. To all members of the Youth Ministry, your gift of persons is truly appreciated. We say thank you also to all the schools, parishes, youth organizations and other organizations who had spent their heart’s day with us. Truly it’s a gathering worth remembering, experiencing something different and most of all being ONE with God. Hope you had a great Valentine’s With Us. GOD loves you! See you in the next TAIZE prayer!
( A valentine’s date with the Lord)
February 14 is always a date to remember. Wherever we are, whatever we do, it’s a day that everybody is waiting to spread and experience the love it brings. It’s Valentine’s day. What we do usually do during this day? Dating? Meeting with a special someone? Buying dozens of roses and boxes of chocolates? Or trying out something different and unique like attending a TAIZE Prayer?
TAIZE prayer is a yearly celebration that the young, young professionals or even young at hearts anticipates. It’s a different way of experiencing Valentine’s through God’s overflowing love and care. Although it rained this Valentine’s day, we had still seen many participants who joined and opted to celebrate their hearts day with us. This Year the Youth Ministry celebrated TAIZE with a mass presided by our beloved parish priest, Bishop Gerardo Alminaza. After the mass the TAIZE proper started with a beautiful liturgy and songs that made the celebration more meaningful. The lighting of candles was also a highlight for it gave the cathedral a reflective ambiance. The candles that was lighted symbolizes that there is still hope amidst darkness. That God is always there ready to comfort and embrace our weary and restless heart. I had also reflected that during this time or this kind of celebration all are united, that we are one in celebrating GOD’S unconditional love. We may differ in may ways be in the eyes of God we are still one.
Special thanks to all who made this activity a success. To all members of the Youth Ministry, your gift of persons is truly appreciated. We say thank you also to all the schools, parishes, youth organizations and other organizations who had spent their heart’s day with us. Truly it’s a gathering worth remembering, experiencing something different and most of all being ONE with God. Hope you had a great Valentine’s With Us. GOD loves you! See you in the next TAIZE prayer!
Sweet Nurse
Sweet Nurse
by Jesa Christine T. Capagal
Ice creams come in different flavors: vanilla, cookies and cream, mango and chocolate to name a few. Some of us want it in cones, some have it sprinkled with mallows or topped with barquillos, and some just want it ice cold in cups dodging in with a spoon.
Among these characteristics, only few of us have discovered the “secret” that lies within the lavishing taste of an ice cream. This secret offers a hand to help you in undertakings which often misleads you to misery. This secret is the healing power of ice creams.
Yes, you’ve read it right. Ice creams can heal. It can heal your loneliness, your heartaches, or any depressing state you are in. That is the power of ice creams. Buy your favorite flavor and be creative. Add some chips or rice flakes on it. Anything you could do to keep your attention to it for awhile. After you sweat through making it then savor your own-made ice cream delight and feel good that you are alive tasting the sweet ice cream you have in your hand.
We build our own prisons. If we hold on to any distress, then we will live with it. Take a time off and enjoy an ice cream. Pause for a moment to think things through. Never let go of a word unless you really mean it. Never curse when you are mad; never promise when you are happy. For all we know, emotions are constantly changing but logically, if you set your mind to something, then that will be the end result.
by Jesa Christine T. Capagal
Ice creams come in different flavors: vanilla, cookies and cream, mango and chocolate to name a few. Some of us want it in cones, some have it sprinkled with mallows or topped with barquillos, and some just want it ice cold in cups dodging in with a spoon.
Among these characteristics, only few of us have discovered the “secret” that lies within the lavishing taste of an ice cream. This secret offers a hand to help you in undertakings which often misleads you to misery. This secret is the healing power of ice creams.
Yes, you’ve read it right. Ice creams can heal. It can heal your loneliness, your heartaches, or any depressing state you are in. That is the power of ice creams. Buy your favorite flavor and be creative. Add some chips or rice flakes on it. Anything you could do to keep your attention to it for awhile. After you sweat through making it then savor your own-made ice cream delight and feel good that you are alive tasting the sweet ice cream you have in your hand.
We build our own prisons. If we hold on to any distress, then we will live with it. Take a time off and enjoy an ice cream. Pause for a moment to think things through. Never let go of a word unless you really mean it. Never curse when you are mad; never promise when you are happy. For all we know, emotions are constantly changing but logically, if you set your mind to something, then that will be the end result.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Profound Sense
Profound Sense
by Jesa Christine T. Capagal
Crayons… They are of different names, of different sizes and of different types. Some have weird names, and some are easy to spell out. Some are simple yet some have fancy handles attached to it making it more striking or appealing. The point there is that they are different but you could see them in the same box.
Just like us, human beings, we have different faces, different cultures, and different names but we could be seen in the same place, the earth. We share a common thing and that is what we call “life”. This life that is interconnecting us is giving us a chance to meet different people. Some are people whom you may love and some are those who may you not like. We may differ yet seen as one. Let us not put to waste the precious gifts God has given us - each one of us. Everyone is a gift to keep and is worth valuing for.
by Jesa Christine T. Capagal
Crayons… They are of different names, of different sizes and of different types. Some have weird names, and some are easy to spell out. Some are simple yet some have fancy handles attached to it making it more striking or appealing. The point there is that they are different but you could see them in the same box.
Just like us, human beings, we have different faces, different cultures, and different names but we could be seen in the same place, the earth. We share a common thing and that is what we call “life”. This life that is interconnecting us is giving us a chance to meet different people. Some are people whom you may love and some are those who may you not like. We may differ yet seen as one. Let us not put to waste the precious gifts God has given us - each one of us. Everyone is a gift to keep and is worth valuing for.
An Example
An Example
Francine Caram
SPED I-SEC
Our obedience has become vague nowadays; it has made a great impact on us especially the youth which see the group as “our hope”. We have learned to go against the will of our parents even without authority. Our respect has wilted; the flames on our candles have gone out leaving us in the darkness.
The Blessed Virgin Mary immediately obeyed what was asked of her by the Lord and she conceived our Savior Jesus Christ and was then crowned Queen of Heaven and Earth.
Disobedience to our parents is very similar to disobeying God. We have no authority.
Sins separate us from the Holy Family, from our loved ones, and most of all, from God. We know without God, we are nothing; therefore utmost respect must be given to Him.
Let us be good followers as God wants us to be. Offer Him obedience and sincerity. Let the Blessed Virgin Mary serve as our inspiration, as an example, as a Leader.
Francine Caram
SPED I-SEC
Our obedience has become vague nowadays; it has made a great impact on us especially the youth which see the group as “our hope”. We have learned to go against the will of our parents even without authority. Our respect has wilted; the flames on our candles have gone out leaving us in the darkness.
The Blessed Virgin Mary immediately obeyed what was asked of her by the Lord and she conceived our Savior Jesus Christ and was then crowned Queen of Heaven and Earth.
Disobedience to our parents is very similar to disobeying God. We have no authority.
Sins separate us from the Holy Family, from our loved ones, and most of all, from God. We know without God, we are nothing; therefore utmost respect must be given to Him.
Let us be good followers as God wants us to be. Offer Him obedience and sincerity. Let the Blessed Virgin Mary serve as our inspiration, as an example, as a Leader.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
In His Presence
In His Presence
by Jesa Christine Capagal.
God was sitting in heaven one day when a scientist said to Him,
“God, we don’t need you anymore. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing - in other words, we can now do what you did in the beginning.”
“Oh, is that so? Tell Me…” replies God.
“Well,” says the scientist, “we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of you and breathe life into it, thus creating man.”
“Well, that’s very interesting…show Me.”
So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold the soil into the shape of a man.
“No, no, no…” interrupts God, “Get your own dirt.”
God is everywhere and no Man is above Him. Never feel that you are alone. You might feel that you are lonely, but never alone. For God made all things around you. He is with you, waiting for you to commune in His presence.
by Jesa Christine Capagal.
God was sitting in heaven one day when a scientist said to Him,
“God, we don’t need you anymore. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing - in other words, we can now do what you did in the beginning.”
“Oh, is that so? Tell Me…” replies God.
“Well,” says the scientist, “we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of you and breathe life into it, thus creating man.”
“Well, that’s very interesting…show Me.”
So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold the soil into the shape of a man.
“No, no, no…” interrupts God, “Get your own dirt.”
God is everywhere and no Man is above Him. Never feel that you are alone. You might feel that you are lonely, but never alone. For God made all things around you. He is with you, waiting for you to commune in His presence.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Uncertainty
Uncertainty
by Jesa Christine Capagal
If you ever watched the story of “Pocahontas” or the movie “A New World”, this story won’t be unfamiliar to you. There was once this missionary who tracked down Indian folks residing in the forest. After her mission, she was accompanied by a group of natives on her way home. Along their way, they came across a river with a big log to walk through to get to the other side. This scene gave the missionary the shivers. She was so afraid. She asked them if there is another way they could trail to get to the other side. They responded with a “Yes” and explained that they have to climb down the falls at the end of the river and walk a few miles further to get across. Then, the Indians told the missionary that they had to spend a night in the forest if they would go that way. Finally, they just decided to cross the river on that big log. As the missionary stepped on the log, her heart pounded harder with each step. She couldn’t help but stare down until one of the Indians held her hand lightly. She never thought that with that light touch, she would be at ease to cross the river. It was on the other side that she realized if she had slipped, the way the native had hold her hand wouldn’t be enough to grip her so she won’t fall. But that soft and certain touch gave her confidence to cross the river.
God gave us the options to choose from in order for us to decide. However, in life it isn’t always easy. Circumstances that often we say God’s instructions aren’t clear will express that God just gave us a soft but certain light. A small hope but if we see life through God’s light, life would be certain that for us waiting for Him would have a place in His promised kingdom.
by Jesa Christine Capagal
If you ever watched the story of “Pocahontas” or the movie “A New World”, this story won’t be unfamiliar to you. There was once this missionary who tracked down Indian folks residing in the forest. After her mission, she was accompanied by a group of natives on her way home. Along their way, they came across a river with a big log to walk through to get to the other side. This scene gave the missionary the shivers. She was so afraid. She asked them if there is another way they could trail to get to the other side. They responded with a “Yes” and explained that they have to climb down the falls at the end of the river and walk a few miles further to get across. Then, the Indians told the missionary that they had to spend a night in the forest if they would go that way. Finally, they just decided to cross the river on that big log. As the missionary stepped on the log, her heart pounded harder with each step. She couldn’t help but stare down until one of the Indians held her hand lightly. She never thought that with that light touch, she would be at ease to cross the river. It was on the other side that she realized if she had slipped, the way the native had hold her hand wouldn’t be enough to grip her so she won’t fall. But that soft and certain touch gave her confidence to cross the river.
God gave us the options to choose from in order for us to decide. However, in life it isn’t always easy. Circumstances that often we say God’s instructions aren’t clear will express that God just gave us a soft but certain light. A small hope but if we see life through God’s light, life would be certain that for us waiting for Him would have a place in His promised kingdom.
Friday, January 23, 2009
The Fisherman
The Fisherman
by Jesa Christine Capagal
One day, a fisherman was having a peaceful time while fishing at his pond. In an instant, a three-headed monster came out of nowhere and tossed the boat way up high along with the fisherman that he didn’t had a chance to run away. The three-headed monster ripped the boat apart and opened up his wide mouth ready to eat his man meal.
Then the fisherman cried out, “Oh, God! Please save me from my distress! Please, my Good Lord! Hear me out!” Then the scene suddenly stopped and as the fisherman was suspended into thin air, the sky cleared off and a virtuous voice was heard.
“My dear child, I came to save you and I always will. But from my aching heart, I tell you. Before all these things happened, you didn’t believe in me”.
“Oh, God. Please give me a break! Awhile ago, I didn’t believe in three-headed monsters either” said teh fisherman.
This is all what matters most- to believe in God and submit ourselves in His caring hands. We are all co-creators of God and it is through Him that we can say: “My life isworth living for!”.
by Jesa Christine Capagal
One day, a fisherman was having a peaceful time while fishing at his pond. In an instant, a three-headed monster came out of nowhere and tossed the boat way up high along with the fisherman that he didn’t had a chance to run away. The three-headed monster ripped the boat apart and opened up his wide mouth ready to eat his man meal.
Then the fisherman cried out, “Oh, God! Please save me from my distress! Please, my Good Lord! Hear me out!” Then the scene suddenly stopped and as the fisherman was suspended into thin air, the sky cleared off and a virtuous voice was heard.
“My dear child, I came to save you and I always will. But from my aching heart, I tell you. Before all these things happened, you didn’t believe in me”.
“Oh, God. Please give me a break! Awhile ago, I didn’t believe in three-headed monsters either” said teh fisherman.
This is all what matters most- to believe in God and submit ourselves in His caring hands. We are all co-creators of God and it is through Him that we can say: “My life isworth living for!”.
Throw the Dice
Throw the Dice
by Francine Caram
Life is as sweet as the timbre of one’s first horse-back ride, simply hysterical. You don’t know where your horse will take you, sometimes we aren’t able to control it or want to forfeit, but we come to realize we’ve gone far, too far to turn back.
The longer we ride, the easier it is for us to get a hang of it. Hold it’s rope light, for it shall stop, because the only emperor that can control one’s life is the person himself. It’s difficult to reminisce how far one has gone and vague to determine how far he’ll have to go.
There are times when hardship would you fall, but then it’s up to you if you’d want to get on it again. The past isn’t simply a mile gone to waste, for in this journey life’s faithful hooves leave a mark every inch of our journey.
Most of us seek for perfection, for wanted success, but then it’s about time we realize that success isn’t a destination, rather an invisible path.
We are the artists of our life, and to journey the paint brush is destined for mankind. We may go fast or choose to travel slow, but the path that lays underneath the sun remains a mystery. One’s perseverance can never be determined until the time it is put to the test. Keep going, for you can never tell if this would be your last ride, so throw the dice, for life’s a gamble. Take a bet!
by Francine Caram
Life is as sweet as the timbre of one’s first horse-back ride, simply hysterical. You don’t know where your horse will take you, sometimes we aren’t able to control it or want to forfeit, but we come to realize we’ve gone far, too far to turn back.
The longer we ride, the easier it is for us to get a hang of it. Hold it’s rope light, for it shall stop, because the only emperor that can control one’s life is the person himself. It’s difficult to reminisce how far one has gone and vague to determine how far he’ll have to go.
There are times when hardship would you fall, but then it’s up to you if you’d want to get on it again. The past isn’t simply a mile gone to waste, for in this journey life’s faithful hooves leave a mark every inch of our journey.
Most of us seek for perfection, for wanted success, but then it’s about time we realize that success isn’t a destination, rather an invisible path.
We are the artists of our life, and to journey the paint brush is destined for mankind. We may go fast or choose to travel slow, but the path that lays underneath the sun remains a mystery. One’s perseverance can never be determined until the time it is put to the test. Keep going, for you can never tell if this would be your last ride, so throw the dice, for life’s a gamble. Take a bet!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
My Incomparable Mother
My Incomparable Mother
Jesa Christine T. Capagal
I often reflected on my childhood. Why my mom would tie up my shoelace? Why would she scold me if I stay up late at night? Why would she remind me over and over of the things I usually do everyday? Why would she ask me to do this and to do those things? Should hard work be mixed together with the fun? Can’t I just lavish the time of my childhood years? Why?
As I grew older, responsibilities piled up bit by bit- projects, research papers, and a lot more paper works. I somehow learned that life isn’t just as easy as eating a candy cane but life is a little more complicated as it seems. Through life experiences, I have adapted and made it through but of course with the help of “someone?” in my life.
Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears- all were tolerated by my mother for me and my other siblings. Her heart, her mind, her energy and soul was geared towards making us better persons. All of the time she had spent on me throughout the years was a never-failing love. She gave me strength and sweet security. She advised me of things I often was annoyed of however after awhile I would eventually follow what she says.
And then the hardest thing of it all is that my mom would tell me, “Just wait until you will be a mother like me and you’ll know what I mean.” Well, I do have to admit that it was scary and all but yes I do understand her even though I am not a mother. Now, a grown up lady could tell she had let me do things on my own. Decide on myself- my life, my own expectations. Love and hate. Succeed or fail.
As I would always say, my mom is the best and how I wish I could be just as much like her to my children- my incomparable mother.
Jesa Christine T. Capagal
I often reflected on my childhood. Why my mom would tie up my shoelace? Why would she scold me if I stay up late at night? Why would she remind me over and over of the things I usually do everyday? Why would she ask me to do this and to do those things? Should hard work be mixed together with the fun? Can’t I just lavish the time of my childhood years? Why?
As I grew older, responsibilities piled up bit by bit- projects, research papers, and a lot more paper works. I somehow learned that life isn’t just as easy as eating a candy cane but life is a little more complicated as it seems. Through life experiences, I have adapted and made it through but of course with the help of “someone?” in my life.
Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears- all were tolerated by my mother for me and my other siblings. Her heart, her mind, her energy and soul was geared towards making us better persons. All of the time she had spent on me throughout the years was a never-failing love. She gave me strength and sweet security. She advised me of things I often was annoyed of however after awhile I would eventually follow what she says.
And then the hardest thing of it all is that my mom would tell me, “Just wait until you will be a mother like me and you’ll know what I mean.” Well, I do have to admit that it was scary and all but yes I do understand her even though I am not a mother. Now, a grown up lady could tell she had let me do things on my own. Decide on myself- my life, my own expectations. Love and hate. Succeed or fail.
As I would always say, my mom is the best and how I wish I could be just as much like her to my children- my incomparable mother.
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