Her silver lining at 30…

This blog aims to tap women of today who does not realize that being hard on herself won’t do any help at all.

Here goes her story.

She is a woman who sets high expectations for herself.

She’s “idealistic”, probably. Those who are close to her would describe her that way. She is this girl who thrusts herself in whatever she feels doing and exerts 100% in whatever she engages in.

She is a very optimistic person, to the extent that she thought she can change the world within her might. Being armed with an optimistic mind, she thought she can change challenging people she deal with on a daily basis. She thought sometime, somewhere, these people will believe in what she believes in. That these people will walk the same road she is walking in.

When still young and since she started schooling, being an achiever was already a goal she sets for herself to achieve. Yes, even as early as kindergarten years, she strove so hard to be on top. Later would the day come for her to realize that she could have enjoyed playing with kids similar with her age than spending most of her time with her books and writing over and over to achieve awesome handwriting. Lest she realized when she woke up one day that she saw herself asking, “where did the time go?’

She graduated in college and surpassed the hurdles smoothly. But she cared less of keeping friends. For her younger self, what mattered was to get good grades and reap the fruits of her four-year indifference and graduate with flying colors.

One day she met the man of her dreams. She married and had a wonderful child. Her pregnancy jaunt was not that easy but she did not mind. Again for her, everything was perfect! She thought if life gives her lemons, she will make a lemonade than be sorry for the sourness it brings.

Being judged by people? Yes, she heard all sorts in her life. But, being focused into her goal in life became like shadows that pass by. “Doesn’t matter, don’t care…” were her lines while hurdling the obstacles that life brings.

In feeling the feelings of the needy and lowly, she felt numb. Oh! Her numbness infected her right senses to remember that one time in the past, she was herself needy. Success may have turned her into someone else entirely, covering her heart with a “go-getter’s I can!” attitude.

Then one day something happened. She realized she is not someone she thought was so special. She’s just an ordinary girl, vulnerable and also helpless. She knew by then that she should understand and connect to other people, like those in need in its truest sense.

It was love, she knew she felt. Love in its deepest meaning was reintroduced to her.

For almost  a decade, she enjoyed having a rosy career. But one day she woke up breaking up with her professional love affair. She has put an end to months of frustrations and disappointments. Forcing and dragging herself to work were her breakfast then. Painful, was the perfect word to describe it, she says. Yes, for months, endured the painful phase of her career life.

“What could be the deeper reasons? Why?,”she asked herself the probing question. “I have given my all and yet this?”

Until a new day sets in. Sunrise finally did came one day, after months of searching for an answer.

She remembered, she heard a voice somewhere: “Learn to ask! Learn to understand what it is to be helpless. Love more! Love deeply! Speak less. Learn the language of silence. Call upon Him – in silence. Meet Him at the secret room.”

A silver lining appears that kicks the pain away.

New learnings starts anew. It was a teachable moment for that woman.

Surely, God has his ways to teach one how it is to love again.

A silver lining – to love again.

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Till There Was You

(In my mind and in my heart I’m singing this song considering a different context)

different kind of love

by The Beatles

There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was You

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was You

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was You

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was You
Till there was You

#Songs4HeroesConcert #throwbackThursday

How should I describe the concert last night in two words? These words are “heartfelt” and “inspiring”. Not to mention, it was the first time that I had goosebumps while singing the Philippine National Anthem with nationalistic fervour.

Fallen 44

Here’s the lyrics of the song, “Kanlungan”, that is definitely etched in my heart.

Noel Cabangon  Kanlungan SAF44

I could see in the song how a brave man starts wooing a woman and eventually becomes his wife. They had a child and were able to put up a loving family.

Come one day, the brave man was tasked to perform his duty to his nation. The man left his home with an earnest hope to serve the country and its people, with an earnest hope that he can go back to his home and find himself in the arms of his loving wife and children.

But due to heartless people, he faced his fate in return of serving his country. He was left breathless.

That’s how I relate this story to the life of a Special Action Force gentleman who risked his life to protect Filipinos.

Philippine National Police
Kin of SAF 44

(…now bursting into *tears*)

Kanlungan

by Noel Cabangon

Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
Maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

Natatandaan mo pa ba
Nang tayong dal’wa ang unang nagkita?
Panahon ng kamusmusan
Sa piling ng mga bulaklak at halaman
Doon tayong nagsimulang
Mangarap at tumula

Natatandaan mo pa ba
Inukit kong puso sa punong mangga
At ang inalay kong gumamela
Magkahawak-kamay sa dalampasigan
Malayang tulad ng mga ibon
Ang gunita ng ating kahapon

Ang mga puno’t halaman
Ay kabiyak ng ating gunita
Sa paglipas ng panahon
Bakit kailangan ding lumisan?

Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
Maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

Natatandaan mo pa ba
Nang tayong dal’wa ang unang nagkita?
Panahon ng kamusmusan
Sa piling ng mga bulaklak at halaman
Doon tayong nagsimulang
Mangarap at tumula

Natatandaan mo pa ba
Inukit kong puso sa punong mangga
At ang inalay kong gumamela
Magkahawak-kamay sa dalampasigan
Malayang tulad ng mga ibon
Ang gunita ng ating kahapon

Ngayon ikaw ay nagbalik
At tulad ko rin ang iyong pananabik
Makita ang dating kanlungan
Tahanan ng ating tula at pangarap
Ngayon ay naglaho na
Saan hahanapin pa?

Lumilipas ang panahon
Kabiyak ng ating gunita
Ang mga puno’t halaman
Bakit kailangang lumisan?

Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
Maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

Natatandaan mo pa ba
Nang tayong dal’wa ang unang nagkita?
Panahon ng kamusmusan
Sa piling ng mga bulaklak at halaman
Doon tayong nagsimulang
Mangarap at tumula

Natatandaan mo pa ba
Inukit kong puso sa punong mangga
At ang inalay kong gumamela
Magkahawak-kamay sa dalampasigan
Malayang tulad ng mga ibon
Ang gunita ng ating kahapon

SAF 44's Families
Mall of Asia (MOA) Arena witnessed one of the noble initiatives of Bro Eli Soriano and Dr. Daniel Razon. They extend help to the bereaved loved ones of SAF 44 together with UNTV and Members Church of God International.

Bro Eli, Happy 50th Year in Service to God

 

“It is better to be over-protective than less-protective.”

 

I remember this quote from an article, more particularly an interview with Bro Eli published in Believer Magazine that I have read years back. Pardon me if cannot recall the particular volume or edition.

 

The statement reminded me of my own father. And that line sticked to my mind because such can only come from a loving father or grandfather.

 

Just like my biological father, who is strict because there’s definitely a reason: my own benefit. But for the rebellious, statements like “follow me because I said so” are signs of excessive strictness and sternness.

 

And I was once a rebellious daughter who only find fault to my parents’ strictness. Little did I viewed the act as an an obligation and responsibility of my parents.

 

But now, I realized I was just being irrational and insensitive. Through the years, I have learned to forgive myself for thinking bad about how my parents brought me up and my other siblings.

 

Part of the changes in my life was brought by God’s graciousness for He has given me immense opportunity to listen to Bro Eli. The wisdom that he preaches before the congregation, with God’s help, opened my eyes and soften my heart to realize that there were so many things that I just ignore and didn’t value.

 

Now, all these learnings are helping me in many ways, including my having a more positive outlook in life and to discover a better approach in dealing with life’s hurdles along the way.

 

Bro Eli is someone dear to my heart. He may not know me personally but I know he’s a true preacher and that he has a big heart for a lot of  people who are spiritually thirsty.

 

To elaborate further, there are countless reasons that prove that he’s the faithful and compassionate preacher of God in our times.

 

Bro Eli is today the most biblically-based and sensible evangelist when it comes to teaching God’s words and Gospel in the Bible. He’s also willing to spend his own money to help both needy members and non-members of the Church.

 

While writing this blog,  I was deep in our house’s corner, recollecting my thoughts about the many years that I was blessed to learn the wisdom that God taught His people through Bro. Eli.

musings

All the more, I feel blessed that I am cared for whenever Bro Eli speaks of the Biblically-based do’s and dont’s in life, which constantly helped me change to be better as a daughter to my loving parents and a wife to my dear husband.

 

 

Thanks be to God for a faithful preacher like you.

Happy Birthday po Bro Eli.

 

 

 

 

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

There is something special down below that awaits for those who manage to complete reading this blog post.

In pensive mood I am. The rain’s just too beautiful that it brings back so many memories.

One of which is my favorite. An aunt who is just so excited to share good stories about this man who’s that simple, within each and everyone’s reach. He’s biking around the community, checking his brethren in the community’s in good condition, roaming around the compound, ensuring everybody have eaten. And here’s a little girl, attentively listening and couldn’t believe that there’s a person actually existing for all that kind-works.

My aunt introduces Bro. Eli to me in stories very well. Most of the time we share those wonderful stories when we have no choice but to stay under the roof while it’s showery outside. Aunt’s like a book that tells how this church leader strives hard to reach out to lost people… like me – then.

One of which that hit my inner being is, “There were times that Bro. Eli passes by and there’s this feeling that tells me, you have no where to go but stick to the truth you’ve known from here with God’s help.” And blessings comes my way, that feeling – more than any heirloom – has been rubbed off to me.

raindrops
Click on the image to see the beautiful raindrops. 🙂

I just want to keep those happy days close to my heart. Wherever I’ll go, I’ll cherish people instrumental to my inner success. God bless them.

And since it rains, yours truly wants to share with you this song to cap off this rainy night. Enjoy!

Have a blessed weekend,

Angela

“Rhythm Of The Rain”
by The Cascades

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know
That when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart
Rain please tell me now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don’t care
I can’t love another when my hearts somewhere far away
The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart
[Instrumental Interlude]
Rain won’t you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
Oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater
Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater

And the music here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BMUzCBWacM