Clairest Of Them.....All (thoughts of a lighthouse )

Do you know the story of the pearl? It starts from a sand grain that gets into an oyster. To ease the irritation, the oyster coats it & transforms it into a shiny pearl. The pearl's story is ours too. We can be ugly, rough, unattractive. But the passing of time transforms us, coupled with our openness to life. We are created each moment, each day in ways unseen, unnoticed, even unfelt. And we are created into something beautiful & precious in God's eyes.

I've been ignoring my blog for a month now because I have more important things to do than bogging. That is dealing with stuff that is pertinent to my spiritual growth and my being complete. I can say now that I am more complete, at least I feel complete. And this is not because I have friends and family who loves me but because I have learned the greatest lesson. My worth is found in him. I know of this fact that my identity, my significance and value lies in God but I was caught up with too many things. Let's just say I am serving the king but I don't know the king or drifting away from the king. I was overwhelmed with the blessings that I delighted in my blessings more than I delighted with the Blessor, at least I recognized it now.I was snatched from my focus that I felt limped when my day is not complete if I didn't do this and that, if I didn't have those stuff, or if I wasn't accepted or received much by this person or that person. It's a foolish thin...

I have never felt in my 13 years of walk with God this much shaking. I can relate very well now with David when he said his feet had almost slipped. I felt like my life is ebbing away. Of course it's all but a lie and I'm slowly getting tired of life's worldly cares, the toxic work I have and a lot of relationship disappointments. Everyone who knows me knows that the more I'm challenged, the more I fight and stand my ground but all of a sudden I'm willing to take the back seat and just walk away from all of them. One part of me says that's is good because I need to choose which battle to fight. But then I know it's an excuse for me to really be sluggish and not act. I know deep inside that I need to go through a battle to fight and win it. Am not talking about physical fist fighting but spiritual. Maybe this is also a chance for me to reach a higher level of maturity for after all I need to persevere when troubles come so I can be mature (james 1:3). Or I ma...

I am complete in Him Who is the Head of all principality and power (Colossians 2:10). I am alive with Christ (Ephesians 2:5). I am free from the law of sin and death (Romans 8:2). I am far from oppression, and fear does not come near me (Isaiah 54:14). I am born of God, and the evil one does not touch me (I John 5:18). I am holy and without blame before Him in love (I Peter 1:16; Ephesians 1:4). I have the mind of Christ (Philippians 2:5; I Corinthians 2:16). I have the peace of God that passes all understanding (Philippians 4:7). I have the Greater One living in me; greater is He Who is in me than he who is in the world (I John 4:4). I have received the gift of righteousness and reign as a king in life by Jesus Christ (Romans 5:17). I have received the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Jesus, the eyes of my understanding being enlightened (Ephesians 1:17,18). I have received the power of the Holy Spirit to lay hands on the sick and see them recover, to cast out demon...

It is so amazing to see, how you move and act on specific things Just when everything is a haze, there's a flicker of light that sets It all happened a week ago, the last day before the week ended I was restless in my sleep, clouds of darkness enveloped me I woke in the middle of the night, I realized it's already dawn I was filled with anxiety, asking when, why, how? Still I trusted you to see what is hidden inside of me It's all questions and there's doubt. I felt empty as can be. Almost slipping, drifting away, Lord I know you're the only way! Too many lies have been spoken, too many lords claim your place In the midst of the raging storm, battling inside of me My heart pounds for hope, begging for you to come near me Groaning, questioning, reasoning, finally found the guts to ask you Yet too desperate to say it all, not even tears could make it to fall. After three hours of laboring, battling inside of me "Be still and know that I am God" said the voic...

Numbers 24 (New International Version) 1 Now when Balaam saw that it pleased the LORD to bless Israel, he did not resort to sorcery as at other times, but turned his face toward the desert. 2 When Balaam looked out and saw Israel encamped tribe by tribe, the Spirit of God came upon him 3 and he uttered his oracle: "The oracle of Balaam son of Beor, the oracle of one whose eye sees clearly, 4 the oracle of one who hears the words of God, who sees a vision from the Almighty, who falls prostrate, and whose eyes are opened: 5 "How beautiful are your tents, O Jacob, your dwelling places, O Israel! ( My Identity) 6 "Like valleys they spread out, like gardens beside a river, like aloes planted by the LORD , like cedars beside the waters. 7 Water will flow from their buckets; their seed will have abundant water. ( Fluorishing and Growth) "Their king will be greater than Agag; their kingdom will be exalted. (Leadership) 8 "God ...

Its Christmas afternoon of 2004. I'm cozying up in my brother's room contemplating on the niceties of my life. The 3rd floor of this building makes it special enough for me to gaze the sky and appreciate the calmness of the season. Right at the heart of Manila near the business district of Makati, it's rare to experience such slowness in a normal day. A rowdy traffic and noisy street is already a part of my daily life. But not today, because it's a holiday. Six hours ago, I just came from my work in a call center. I've been working graveyard shifts for three years and holidays are no exception. For some reason, this Christmas is special in such a way that all my siblings are complete and together with my mom we celebrated it as a family after my dad passed away three years ago. This morning, on the eve of Christmas, we call it “Noche Buena” (dawn feast) it’s very unusual that my mom didn’t prepare the food. We had it ordered and catered. We just treated ourselve...