household of faith - msu

August 3rd, 2008 by lyro-1881
to our beloved manghods, csp’s, pastors and elders in msu
main: we love you and we are earnestly praying for safety and healing.
we cry with you in deep sorrow, let’s stand strong through this by His
Grace. ‘no weapon formed against us will prosper, let’s not be shaken’.

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Psalm 37

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Do
not fret because of evil men or be envious of those who do wrong; for
like grass they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die
away. Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe
pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires
of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do
this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice
of your cause like the noonday sun. Be still before the Lord and wait
patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when
they carry out their wicked schemes. Refrain from anger and turn from
wrath; do not fret - it leads only to evil. For evil men will be cut
off, but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land. A little
while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look for them, they
will not be found. But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great
peace. The wicked plot against the righteous and gnash their teeth at
them, but the Lord laughs at the wicked for he knows their day is
coming. The wicked draw the sword and bend the bow to bring down the
poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright. But their swords
will pierce their own hearts, their bows will be broken. Better the
little that the righteous have than the wealth of many wicked; for the
power of the wicked will be broken, but the Lord upholds the righteous.
The days of the blameless are known to the Lord, and their inheritance
will endure forever. In times of disaster they will not wither, in days
of famine they will enjoy plenty. But the wicked will perish; The
Lord’s enemies will be like the beauty of the fields, they will vanish
- vanish like smoke. The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the
righteous give generously; those the Lord blesses will inherit the
land, but those he curses will be cut off.

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take care and be safe mong tanan dra. i wish i could be there now. i love you all. - from ate lynet
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these hands

August 2nd, 2008 by lyro-1881

i miss those days i played. when these hands were not mine but His. touched keys an hour ago and cried afterwards. when did i loose my First Love? why are things complicated now? or they’re just complicated because i lost sight of the road. i feel lost and empty, because had been four months since my last sip of the River. need to get back on track, but can’t do it on my own. listened to contemporaries right now and was reminded that Grace abounds. please bring me back my First Love. ;’-(

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i can sing through troubled times…

May 11th, 2008 by lyro-1881

CHRIS TOMLIN LYRICS


"How Can I Keep From Singing"

There is an endless song
Echoes in my soul
I hear the music ring

And though the storms may come
I am holding on
To the rock I cling

How can I keep from singing Your praise
How can I ever say enough
How amazing is Your love
How can I keep from shouting Your name
I know I am loved by the King
And it makes my heart want to sing

I will lift my eyes
In the darkest night
For I know my Savior lives

And I will walk with You
Knowing You’ll see me through
And sing the songs You give

I can sing in the troubled times
Sing when I win
I can sing when I lose my step
And fall down again
I can sing ’cause You pick me up
Sing ’cause You’re there
I can sing ’cause You hear me, Lord
When I call to You in prayer
I can sing with my last breath
Sing for I know
That I’ll sing with the angels
And the saints around the throne

[ www.azlyrics.com ]

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2 samuel 7

March 22nd, 2008 by lyro-1881

[All For Love by Mia Fieldes]

All for love a Father gave
For only love could make a way
All for love the heaven’s cried
For love was crucified

PreChorus:
Oh, how many times have I broken Your heart
But still You forgive if only I ask
And how many times have You heard me pray
Draw near to me

Chorus:
Everything I need is You
My beginning my forever
Everything I need is You

Let me sing all for love
I will join the angel song
Ever Holy is the Lord
King of Glory King of All

[PreChorus, Chorus, Int. then Bridge]

Bridge:
All for love the Saviour prayed
Abba Father have Your way
Though they know not what they do
Let the cross draw man to You
To You
To You
To You
[Chorus repeat Chorus]

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proverbs 3: 11

February 25th, 2008 by lyro-1881

Faint as a whisper

Light as a feather

Calm as a leaf

Soft is Your touch

Your breath is on me

Your song in my ears

Your Spirit in me rises

When my flesh fights the tears

Farther than my mind can fathom

Deeper than my breath can reach

Clearer than the horizon

Keeper of my Soul

I will, I want, I can’t, I won’t

It’s not you, it is me

I will, I can, I am

It is You, not me

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Subtle Touch

December 15th, 2007 by lyro-1881

I made it…passed the CG. I’m silently crying here inside the cubicle sa internet cafe staring at the screen, murag buang. Maayo jud si Lord. Thank you sa mga tawo nga gigamit sa Ginoo to bless me in more than many ways. Cheche, Darlene, msu family, gusa family, my family, ate sarah, friends. Through your very lives, I feel the subtle touch of God (He tries to hide it but still I catch Him) in reminding me that He is at the thickest of things in my life. God bless y’all. jeremiah 29:11 :-)

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the screwtape letters

October 21st, 2007 by lyro-1881

As directly qouted, an excerpt of the preface of C.S. Lewis’ book "The Screwtape Letters"…

The commonest question is wether I really "believe in the Devil." Now, if by "the Devil" you mean a power opposite to God and, like God, self-existent from all eternity, the answer is certainly No. There is no uncreated being except God. God has no opposite. No being could attain a "perfect badness" opposite to the perfect goodness of God; for when you have taken away every kind of good thing (intelligence, will, memory, energy, and existence itself) there would be none of him left. The proper question is wether I believe in devils. I do. That is to say, I believe in angels, and I believe that some of these, by the abuse of their free will, have become enemies to God and, as a corollary, to us. These we may call devils. They do not differ in nature from good angels, but their nature is depraved. Devil is the opposite of angel only as Bad Man is the opposite of Good Man. Satan, the leader or dictator of devils, is the opposite, not of God, but of Michael.

Courtesy my good friend Darlene who lent me her Screwtape book. Hehe, actually kinuha ko lang from her bookshelf then saka nagpaalam halfway na ako through it. But this part of the book really struck me to the core. It changed a concept that has bugged me since my entire Christian life. As stupid as it may seem but before I read the book, I have always thought of the devil as (not exactly God’s opposite), but somehow as beings more powerful than angels. I stand corrected, and I praise God for this mind-renewing fact. It’s good to at least know because it will help when you deal with their deceptions the next time. Vigilance we must have as Christians. His ways are really marvelous, far higher than our ways. To God be the glory.

Smile everyone!God bless!

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when it rains, it pours…

September 27th, 2007 by lyro-1881

Miracles do happen. Three months ago, I thought it was my mother’s last. My family went through a roller coaster ride. From Oroquieta to Ozamis to Manila then Oroquieta then Davao. From one hospital to another. From controversy to issues to conflicts and hurts. From shock to despair to hope then pain. The family that prays together do stay together.It was like a heavy dark cloud came over our household, it was gloomy, and the air was heavy.

The culprit is a TB mass with the diameter of 2.1cm at the base of Mama’s cerebrum just in front of her cerebellum. Because of the presence of this foreign body inside her skull, her balance and coordination is affected. She could not stand or walk, can only sit with support. Her speech is slurred and memory fuzzy, she always appear disoriented. She cannot swallow because a nerve got in the way of the mass, so she has to feed through a nose tube. Her bodily needs all done in bed. Seldom stays awake.She was like this from June-July 2007.It was a burden that was made even heavier because of financial issues. Then it rained…

Raindrop one: At first I thought it was my dream. Then I realized Mama really rose up from reclining, all on her own. I usually sleep beside her, so I easily feel her stir or call. That particular morning, I was shocked because Mama woke up and arose from the bed like nothing happened.

Raindrop two: And then on another morning while I was feeding her with a spoon, in the middle of the meal, she simply took the spoon and fork from my hands and fed herself on her own.i couldnt stop smiling.

Raindrop three: One afternoon after Sam and RJ woke up from their nap, they went to their Lola and conversed with her. Sam would dictate words for her Lola to pronounce, their Lola would say the words with much articulation as that of Sam’s training in school, while RJ would repeat after his Lola. It went on for a few minutes and the words would range from three to four syllables either in Cebuano or in English. RJ got bored because his ate did all the leading so he would inject funny words like lobot or tae or otot. The three of them could not stop laughing, their Lola even had tears in her eyes from laughing.

Raindrop four: While I was at Tatay Ching’s I called home to check on Mama’s medications. Liezel reported that Mama walked on her own from the kitchen to the front door without any support or without holding unto anything. I was ecstatic.

Raindrop five: After finally finding my cellphone under the pillows and blankets, someone texted that they sent money for Mama. We did not ask for it but the text said we can withdraw it right then and there from any ATM.

When it pours, it rains. Right now I couldnt follow the raindrops because theyre falling one after the other faster than my eyes could follow. Small incidents that I consider big miracles. What this Rain means to me is that even with the most intellectual doctors and highest form of technology, even with the worst of diseases and the frailtiest of the body, even with the bitterest of hurts and pains…THERE EXISTS A GOD.

A sweet, loving God who takes lead when you cannot go any further. A God who upholds when you give up. A God who nudges you to not frown because life is more beautiful than all the ugliness summed up. God bless pips!

smile everyone! <to the Highest lang jud>

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Hurnuhan sa Bulawan

August 15th, 2007 by lyro-1881

God is really so great. Simply and amazingly wonderful Siya. Kami ni ate makanganga sa lang sa kamaayo sa Ginoo. Karon nako makaingon nga pwede jud d i smilan ang problema. i mean really smile at the face of big hindrances. Lami jud maKristyano, lami ra jud naay Ginoo. maskin left and right ang ginahunahuna, nakatulog raman gihapon og tarong. magkalisod lagi pero makatawa raman gihapon. I’m really blessed, and my family is blessed because kami ni ate obeyed. He is good and gentle and really takes care of you jud. to God be the glory lang jud. i can just sigh and sit back and be contented with life. hay, sarap maging Master ang Carpeneter. cge,God bless sa tanan.

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when strength fails…

July 17th, 2007 by lyro-1881

i never saw my mom as weak. she has always been a beacon of authority and power to me. her voice has always been firm and her eyes has always connoted discipline ever since my growing up days. now my mom feeds through a tube through the nose and seldom speaks. her voice is weak and the speech is slurred. even so, when i lay beside her and look at her eyes, i feel safe and comfortable as do children when embraced my their moms. yesterday her therapist made her stand for three minutes and that was it. it was all she could tolerate, her left side is weaker now. this morning the therapist smiled whem mom made it standing up to 8 minutes. i feel so grateful for his patient prodding and support as he helped mama recover. the doctors and nurses at pgh are ever so helpful. but still i made it a point to do what needs to be done on my mom, because it was her in the first place who wanted me to become a nurse. i am her nurse.

i realized that human strength is not forever, and so is youth. i miss the way we fight over nothing at home, when she scolds me and i get irritated by her nag. i missed those times so much i cry at her side. she looks at me and squeezes my hand as if saying that i should be strong. she is a very strong woman indeed, my mom. she had endured two brain tumors, a new mass abscess under the cerebellum and a cerebral tb. but still she could afford to offer me strength and encouragement.

sometimes i feel so tired from running errands for her needs and procedures plus the sleepless nights because we had to feed her round the clock. but its not tired like the kind you get from work. maybe its just the weakening of the body because of fatigue because in my heart i will never tire taking care of mom.

I thank God for her and her life. I’m proud that I came from her and that she is my mom. Sometimes when strength fails, love grows. When human strength fails, His Strength shows.

God bless everyone. thanks for the prayers and support. smile always!

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