The Surprise

Is this a surprise for your son?,” I texted my husband at work.

Seeing the framed drawings of my son when he was 3 or 4 years old brought a big smile on my face as I got home from visiting him in his place.

“Not bad…Not bad at all…” I thought to myself. That even then, his talent in the art business was so evident. Learning patience and determination to always create the best in each of his art piece. I knew he always put his heart in each piece. It was not about just creating art. It was about doing something he truly loved and was gifted with. And my husband and I couldn’t be happier but for him to realize his true passion and pursue that goal.

Eager to surprise him despite his busy schedule, my husband brought it over and my son was delighted to see the unexpected gift.In a way, we all laughed about it knowing how big of a difference to see his early masterpieces compared with what he knew now. He found a spot in his room. And put the "reminder" of a humble beginning.

Seeing those early forms of drawing would always bring a smile for me. In a mother’s heart, those tiny, ten little fingers I wouldn’t forget as he chose one color after another and formed lines. He thought nothing of it then. But you, moms out there know what I’m talking about. How many times we decorated our refrigerators with those “surprises from our beloved tots?”

Yet…seeing his designs now also make me smile even more. I see diligence. Patience. Determination. Developed throughout the passing years. The love that he puts in each piece. Not forgetting modesty and the Source of his talent.

He took Computer Engineering at first. Only to be overwhelmed with things he realized he didn’t love. And that was the key…Love

In this life, it’s okay not to follow a road sometimes. Especially when you don’t have love in your heart to take that path. Because in the end, what’s more important is what you will leave behind. And most of all, Who leads you on that pathway you choose. Yes… Despite the odds… Despite the “unknowns” and the “doubts” that may form. But on these unfamiliar treks, there are potentials to develop gigantic faith. A child-like kind of faith. That’s how we beat the odds. When we believe… Hope…Love…

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. – 1 Corinthians 13:1 (NIV)

The Dead Parts

Do not let any part of your body become an instrument of evil to serve sin. Instead, give yourselves completely to God, for you were dead, but now you have new life. So use your whole body as an instrument to do what is right for the glory of God.- Romans 6:23 (NLT)

I never noticed...Yeah... Those parts of our tiny plants we strategically placed in our house. The leaves were green. But as I tried to look closer, I noticed the dried, dead, skin-like hanging from some branches. I slowly pulled them with minimal effort. How rejuvenating to see that the branches were brought back to its original, fresh, lively state after the wilted membranes were plucked!

It's amazing with moments like that when our minds and hearts realize the spiritual lessons we could muster in each experiences.

How true that in our lives, we need to evaluate what in our lives need rejuvenation, of cutting off which ones are not productive and allowing God's hands to pull away those dead parts from our Christian lives. How wrong we must be to show off and think we are okay because our eternal destination is guaranteed! While the deeds we must be doing are producing nothing for God's Kingdom. Are they really for God or for our own benefits?

May the Lord's double-edged sWORD search each of our hearts...

Look Up

I help a friend bring her parent to a clinic on a particular day every week. Anticipating treatment for a chronic condition, many more also come for treatments by the specialist and the nurses who work in the facility.

I always enjoy waiting at the lobby. Thinking it's the absence of noises from a throng of patients, I realize it's the view in the lobby that calms me as I gaze at the horizon on clear days like today.

"Already here at the clinic. .." I texted my son one time.  Inserting a pic I took of the same vista. But I added it was a beautiful scenery, enjoyed by patients inside the hospital or the clinic.

I hope that every sick person enjoys the view and focus on the panorama than what ails them. In reality, we are all sick people going through tough times, be it health scares  or financial problems, going through divorces or other broken relationships. And many more differing degree of life's woes.

I keep gazing up... So clear... So bright.. So serene...

There's no point to looking back. The past is gone.. There's no reason to look ahead. For no one knows what the future holds.

Except God. He has the future secure.

I gaze some more, wiping my fogging up glasses with the soft, blue cloth. Putting it back to continue to savor the view... To look up ahead... Most importantly, to LOOK up. In doing so, I don't see the things down below that offer no peace the way the skies do.

When calamities of life are on its greatest, LOOK UP...

"I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
 where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." - Psalm 121:1-2 (NIV)

Giving All For His Glory