The Song

I pushed the “off button” with my right index finger from our t.v.'s remote control, as soon as my husband descended from the stairs. His sack lunch and a thermos filled with hot tea awaited on the kitchen’s counter top. I sipped the last drop of my first cup of coffee. Perhaps, the first among the three throughout the day.

“What’s new?” he asked. Assuming I was watching the early morning news.

“Nothin…” I softly answered, careful not to make any noises as it was still very early and I didn’t want to wake up our asleep son. Hoping he would enjoy his vacation by taking longer hours of sleep he was deprived of during his school year.

I was tired watching the news. Not merely of what was going on daily. But because “nothing” was being done it seemed to the country’s problems. Some, not even being reported by all of the media. I knew. Because my husband and I witnessed what was going on right from where we worked.

After hugging and kissing and saying our “goodbye’s and I love you’s”, I was determined to go back to bed and tried to catch a few more “zzz’s”. I decided to open some of the windows and the patio door. The usual routine to let some of the fresh, cooler air come into the house. To replenish the stale air that stayed from closed windows and doors to avoid the summer heat from creeping into the house.

After pulling the light blanket over my feet, I heard the familiar sound. The melodious tweeting of birds that seemed to play on the same notes. Beautiful. Each morning. Before the sun peeked on the eastern skies.
I felt His love. I felt His peace. How much such notes that I wish could decipher brought me comfort. Before the day started and would get busy.


Such notes interrupted my thoughts. As I closed my eyes and sleep eluding me, my thoughts began to race. That nature’s song from our backyard reminded me of His song. Indeed. That was His song. 

Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.

It sounded like the same song I heard when I was facing the dilemma of accepting the news that my mother was being pulled away from this place when she suffered a stroke.

Or that time when my father was diagnosed with colon cancer and my brothers and I had to go home and be with him during his last hours.

That time when my husband couldn’t find a job and I couldn’t work a lot after suffering a neck injury from the hospital where I worked.

How about that time when I had to face people in higher positions at work who gave me a hard time and did not want to accommodate me?

One thing was becoming clear by then as the span of my life’s journey flashed before my mind. I heard that song. Always. During those difficult times. Reminding me of God’s love. That He was with me. All the time. No matter what I was going through. No matter where I was. No matter when.


I heard those notes died down as the small birds flew away. The same time the sun’s rays appeared in front of the house. I wasn’t able to sleep but in my heart and mind, I couldn’t trade the song I heard with any amount of sleep. Because as I welcomed this new day, I would not be afraid of what would come my way. Knowing I was forgiven and loved first. It would remind me how His song stayed with me during the darkest night and subtly played when the sun arose.

Yes...I feel so much loved that I hear God’s song. God’s love…Being sung to me. For eternity…

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The Attacker (5/15/09)

The sun was just peeking from the Eastern skies. Ephesians 6:12 [37 kb]

Out in the prison’s yard, some huge Sheriff’s buses were illuminated by the soft glow coming from the lights all over from the tall lamp posts. Their engines were turned on, warming up, before the buses would take the inmates to the different courts where they would have their trials.

Orange-uniformed men were lined up in pairs, joined together with handcuffs and chained, forming a long line. They already had their breakfast and had their morning medications prior to going to courts. Some were fidgeting, as they waited to board those buses.

All of a sudden, all hell broke loose! Two men were engaged in a fight, using weapons they made secretly for a while. Deputies called for help on the radio, both for custody back-up and medical staff, as well.

When the air was cleared and the other inmates were secured, one man was down on the floor. He sustained multiple gashes but two of them were deep. One cut was vertically etched from his left ear going down to the jaw line. The other dangerous cut was horizontal on his left neck, close to the jugular vein. Pool of blood dripped all over the floor. Holding his bleeding neck, he was pointing at the other inmate few feet away, being guarded by the other deputies.

The other man being accused was not hurt. There were no lacerations nor any other signs of trauma. He was obviously very agitated as he was being questioned by those deputies, while the medical staff started treating the other man on the floor. They cleaned the wounds and controlled the bleeding. That man was sent to the nearby hospital.

When the investigation was finalized, it turned out to be that the “downed man who was accusing the other inmate” was the attacker and the other one who didn’t have injury was the one attacked. The deputies found out that it was the second attempt to attack the unhurt man. Both attacks on him failed. He was well-prepared after the first attempt on him, that when the second attempt was done, he was able to defend himself and ended up injuring his attacker severely.

[Source: NLT Bible ]:

We also have an “accuser of the brethren.” Satan and his army of demons are the enemies of God and of everything good.

“Because God’s children are human beings – made of flesh and blood – Jesus also became flesh and blood by being born in human form. For only as a human being could he die, and only by dying could he break the power of the Devil, who had the power of death.” –Hebrews 2:14

Because of what Jesus had done [dying on the cross], we, who live in constant fear of death shouldn’t be afraid anymore. Jesus had freed us from that fear so we can live for Him. When we belong to God, we know that death is only the portal that leads into “eternal life”. [“Thank You Lord!].

Paul warned us, too that we also battle against the evil forces of Satan, who is a vicious fighter. But to be able to withstand their attacks, we must depend on God’s strength and use every piece of His armor. We face an army whose goal is to defeat Christ’s church. When we believe in Christ, they become our enemies. They will try any device to turn us away from the Lord.

Fear not! For God has provided His supernatural power to defeat Satan and his army, through His Holy Spirit within us. So, arm yourselves with God’s armor.

Let us be strong in the Lord's mighty power. Let's put on His whole armor to resist the enemy's attacks: put on the sturdy belt of truth and the body armor of God's righteousness. For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News, so that we are well-prepared. We will need faith in every battle as our shield to stop the fiery arrows aimed by Satan and his army. Let us put on salvation as our helmet, not forgetting the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Let's pray at all times, on every occasion in the power of the Holy Spirit. We must stay alert and be persistent in our prayers for all Christians everywhere. [Ephesians 6:10-18].