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| If your problem is as big as the ship, know you have a God wider than the ocean, even wider than the limitless Universe so that Vast Space revolves only in the Palm of His Hand. |
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Abandonment is a real desert, it pains you both interiorly and exteriorly: you are left all alone by those whom you think love you unconditionally, even Love Itself, God. A true test of faith! But when we find ourselves in such a situation, run immediately to your oasis: TRUST IN THE LORD! For, He knows what He is doing and He knows what He is about. And when we are through in this experience, we come to realize it is not a desert after all, but a dessert of the soul.
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| Green is the color of a 'new beginning;' and pink, of gladness while lotus symbolizes spirituality. Spiritual joy or gift is born out of sufferings, trials or desert experiences. If you were experiencing such, be of good courage, rejoice, for gifts of the Holy Spirit are being processed within you. May you be divinely comforted in your spiritual desert at the moment and rest in this oasis of realization. |
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| When problems press on you from all sides, from within and from without, lift up your eyes to Heaven; and, as you do, a way out is given, even without you noticing it as you are already standing on it. You have gone this far in your life and through many similar circumstances. Trust, it will evaporate like a mist -- resolved yet unnoticed! |
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| We know not what love is -- until Love Itself touches us. When we realize we are loved, we begin the journey to share this Love that we, Its monstrance, are filled of. But the road is not easy, the world is taught to hate what is lovely; And question the motive behind those who try to love unconditionally. We go on loving despite mockery and opposition. It is full of thorns -- but thorns are part of loving. Yet the fruits of love we begin to pick up, to love we never give up. And the world will know the Love within us is but true. |
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| A bait, a hook and a nylon are simple fishing tools that a young man used for a catch to meet the day's need. Is this the right way of living -- living one day at a time? Living for the future is living present day in a haste which deprives us of happiness. To desire more in life is a temptation to resort to illegal practices that not only hurt us but the ecosystem as well. |
Why do you cling to a concrete seawall like you have found your place forever?
Why can’t you be wandering — or be one with the sea instead?
The sea is yet beginning to grow; and small splashes of low tides intermittently kiss you on a lower dyke.
I can see you in your shell spitting water after every splash of sea wave you are stroked with.
You are alive.
What if the sea is even nowhere in sight? Can you survive the scorching heat of the sun?
You seem to be dead when dry and resurrected when hit by the waves.
Is that your permanent abode, oysters? You’re not, little stubborn creations.
Your flesh will soon be rooted up and eaten. Is that what you are called for?
Oysters cannot hear me, for the great waters have come.
If you keep on
hurting
the heart
that loves you,
it will still
love you
but will love you
from afar;
and when you do
realize
you are at fault
and come near,
it will love you
again
the way it loved you
before.
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| Problem is symbolized by water and is often regarded as negative but the photograph shows it positively. The boy, who accidentally tossed the ball into the waters, was able to get it back by the help of the waves that, slowly, shove the ball towards where the boy is situated -- the seawall. Similarly, any problem we encounter is for our own benefit -- it shapes our character while wisdom is gained. |
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| Self-improvement is necessary. Man, in fact, should dream higher dreams; but to achieve such loftiness is far away for those who keep on resenting their present selves. Love yourself. Accept it and do what you are capable of doing. And use what you have in hand to propel you to upgrading yourself. Can you perform well when you do nothing but compare yourself with others? |
Something was missing; or was it someone she missed? Someone came, she loved, thinking it could fill her emptiness. But no! She sinned because it was a sin to love him. And yet, she stayed.
Something was still missing inside; or was it someone she wanted? Life went on; but it was a life of sufferings. A harvest of seeds sown in the past. Unable to walk, unable to eat, unable to speak; but able to shed tears.
Something was still missing within; or was it Someone she needed? She remembered the Lord because the Lord let her remember Him. She repented; accepted Christ Jesus into her heart; served Him in silence; and b.r.e.a.t.h.e.d. her last.
Nothing is missing now, for the Lord fills the longing of the soul.
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| Fallen angel? Due to a fall from the sky and impact upon ground, parts of the body of an angel are shattered: head, leg and left wing severed – yet, alive via other leg implanted upon earth. Once a being of light, now a black, headless, right-winged entity standing beside the street! |
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You had waited long enough and – now – see. Had you not stretched your waiting, you would not have seen the one you are seeing today. One thing that must keep you from waiting on is fear of night. Just be; but do wait, for waiting does pay and repay the ‘wait-er.’ It may only be delayed but it will surely come – even before the night comes. |
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| I am a man and I am an island -- but an island which builds bridges to reach out to other islands, isles and islets in the ocean of the world. I am connected, I re-connect. Interconnections take place. I am loved -- thus, I love. I am a man and an island interconnected to other islands of the globe becoming as one big whole continent. |
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A soft, delicate and pale-green bud pops up from a bough and grows into a thick, wide and darkened leaf. Its tender stalk makes a sturdy branch in age. And from there sprouts seven other outgrowths – one after the other. The leaf outlives storms and droughts, but not its hues. It turns yellow, gold and orange. Its grip fails; it falls to the ground. The sun smiles at it. The moist is lost; its weight, light. It browns and it burns. The white smoke rises and kisses the leaves still green and clinging. It goes up to the blue and turns into a cloud. It rains down drizzles; the leaves wash off dust from its faces. Drops drip; roots sip all. It roams in the veins of the trunk and branches; and it exits through the pores of the foliage as pure air. It ascends the heavens; and the Big Nose finally breathes it in. |
