Incomplete Without You..

I received a text message from someone today. I don’t know who is the person but I just replied. The text message says ‘please pray for me’ and when I asked who.. the person did not give me any names instead keep telling me that he/she lost and feel rejected. The person suffered and really hurt. Lies had destroyed him/her. He/she asked me how I managed to forget the past and move on. The person want me to give whatever tips I had. Wahhh… seem like this person know me (the person might know me since my number is with him/her hehehehe or maybe the person got it from someone else).

Anyway, I’m not good in advising. I can’t teach but can share a little bit. I asked him/her to forgive the persons who had hurts him/her and slowly forgets what had happens. Don’t walk alone and not to take the entire burden alone. Ask strength from God. Give everything to Him and offered the person name that have hurt him/her to God in each of daily prayer. I know it will take times but is worth.

I shared to this person that I’ve a same problem before. In fact it took decades to undo the hurts. At the time I was facing a lot of uncertainty and doubt and realized that He was there right beside me through it all. I remember wanting to feel God’s presence so badly but just feeling dry and empty. I began reflecting about the price that Christ paid on the cross that He literally "crawled and bled" as He carried the cross and how His skin and His heart was broken so we could be whole.

I hope this person get the message.. I really mean it…. Without God life is incomplete… put God first in everything we have…

An Evening Friday Message

It’s Friday evening!!! Yes… end of working days… work finished at 6.00pm. Sunny evening and I’m in a mood to watch movie. Along the way to 1B, I feel amazed by the beautiful scenery.. I never realized it before… thousand times I took a same road but never feel this kind of ‘amazing moment’ in my life… I took it all for granted. Life is so wonderful… why today I feel it? Why this evening? I don’t have any clues, but I know… there is something out there for me to reach…

WHAT A WONDEFUL LIFE WE HAVE..

Dont you think the wooden house in a busy town telling us 'a story'?

The sky, sea and beach... represent what 'life' is...

The 'art' of mind.......

The sunset..is it the end of the day? or beginning for tomorrow?

The corner of life..

To choose the right path of life...

Sorry for the poor quality pic's. I took it while I'm driving with a window close. I just love the 'evening colour' .... Especially the sky, sunset... looks 'peace' to me...

HAPPY WEEKEND...

Dont Give Up!

Keep Walking..run..stop..tired..stress.. day turns to grey.. bright again..sleep.. wake up.. sometimes stumble..then rise again… That is colour of life.

Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you

Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside
I...I will be there to find you

Don't give up

Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one needs to be heard
You are loved

I Keep remind myself...lol!!!...

I Walk Beside You

There's a story in your eyes
I can see the hurt behind your smile
For every sign I recognize
Another one escapes me

Let me know what plagues your mind
Let me be the one to know you best
Be the one to hold you up
When you feel like you're sinking

Tell me once again
What's beneath the pain you're feeling
Don't abandon me
Or think you can't be saved

I walk beside you
Wherever you are
Whatever it takes
No matter how far

Through all that may come
And all that may go
I walk beside you
I walk beside you

Summon up your ghosts for me
Rest your tired thoughts upon my hand
Step inside the sacred place
When all your dreams seem broken

Resonate inside this temple
Let me be the one who understands
Be the one to carry you
When you can walk no further
Tell me once again
What's below the surface bleeding
If you've lost your way
I will take you in

I walk beside you
Wherever you are
Whatever it takes
No matter how far

Through all that may come
And all that may go
I walk beside you
I walk beside you

Oh when everything is wrong
Oh when hopelessness surrounds you
Oh the sun will rise again
The tide you swim against will carry you back home
So don't give up
Don't give in

Ok.. you all must wonder why I post this songs lyrics. I just want to know what do you think about this lyrics coz there is one 'guy' says that this is a DARK SONG. Please explain and let me understand why this lyrics consider as a 'Dark Song' I dont find any strange or evil words in this lyrics.. He says, this lyrics welcoming evil in our hearts some kind like a 'welcoming words into the Dark World'.

I remember one song title 'Hotel California' by Eagles... and yes I found the lyrics lead to the worshiping of Mr.S.. but how about 'I Walk Beside You?'.....

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/e/eagles/hotel+california

Take My Son

We are really close in Holy Week and of course to Easter Day.. for that I love to shared with all of you the story with a beautiful measage.. enjoy your reading and reflect it as well ya.. (hehheeee.. macam mau 'preach' pula sa ni hehehehe..)

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this..'

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle.. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son.. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings.. Skip this one.' But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!' but still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting..' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

'We have $10, who will bid $20?' 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!' The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

'What about the paintings?' 'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!'

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

This story I dedicate to all of Elect and Catecuments who are going to be baptized and confirm this coming Easter Vigil.. especialy from Stella Maris.. I love you all..be strong..!! and have faith!!