Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. ~ Psalm 51:10 | NIV
As I spoke before God thru prayer tonight, God started to show my innermost thoughts, my private perceptions, my flaws. He started to show my heart. In the spirit of worship, I diligently asked God for a pure heart. Although countless times I sought God to give me such heart, but not until tonight when I can see all my impurities before my God. I literally crying to God to give me that kind of heart.
Truly, I’m not worthy even to speak before my King, but thru Jesus I can speak freely. I can ask for a pure heart.
Lately, I keep on listening to old song, a Filipino song entitled Dati-rati (what used to be) portraying a backsliding Christian. I even put into ‘repeat loop’ so I can listen uninterruptedly. I don’t know the reason though it’s weird enough. Now I know. God wants to impress to me how He wants me (so is all of us) to be aware how to safeguard our faith and not slip away from His presence. We have to seek for a pure heart.
Now I play ‘A Pure Heart’ by Rusty Nelson (feat. Hosanna Integrity Music).
Note: This post is roughly translated to English for non-tagalog viewers, if there’s any 🙂
Sa aming tatay na linggo-linggo nag uuwi ng chico, mansanas, at orange nung maliliit pa kami (nag work sa manila,lingguhan ang uwi,minsan pagitan isang linggo). To our father who’d weekly brought home box of chico, apple, and orange fruit while we were young (he’s working in Manila, going home in a weekly/biweekly basis)
Sa ‘Saturn’ robot na niregalo sa akin nung 7th bday ko (ung robot may TV sa dibdib) apatnaraan daw un eka (mahal na un way back 1990). For ‘Saturn’ robot you gave as a gift for my 7th b’day ~the kind of robot with TV in front. I bet that was 400pesos (it was expensive already way back 1990).
Sa pagbili natin ng pandesal 5:30am tuwing linggo, pasan pasan mo ko. Palagi ko tinatanong sa yo ung malaking kabibe malapit kina dysico 🙂 Pilit kong sinasabi na bato yun, kabibe yun kamo hehe. For every morning stroll at 5:30am to buy hot bread. I always argue with you that the huge seashell is a rock, in which you always rebut with a claim that ‘that’ is actually a shell.
Sa panonood namin ng sine, dalawa lang kami, taz kumain ng lomi after. Natatandaan ko walang lomi sa Frankbelle’s (restobar) that time kasi may binaril na pulis, kaya sa iba na lang tayo bumili. For watching in cinema, just the two of us, followed by eating ‘lomi’ (a local noodles delicacy). I remember we were not able to buy on Frankbelle’s Restaurant because a policeman was gunned down that night.
Sa paglagay sa wallet mo ng larawan ko nung grade six ako, hanggang ngayon nasa wallet mo yan sigurado ako. Ramdan ko ang halaga sa yo nian. Gwapo din ako dyan gaya mo. Sabi ng anak ko mas gwapo daw sya sa akin. Sabi ko rin sa yo mas gwapo ako, pero parang naririnig kong sinasabi mong “ako pa rin ang original!” Ipagpapatuloy ng apo mo ang debateng yan haha! For keeping my elementary graduation photo in your wallet at all times, I’m sure until now you’re still keeping it. I know how valuable it is to you. I’m also handsome on that photo, just like you – i keep saying. My son claims that he’s more handsome than me. I also say the same remarks to you. Then you declare: “I’m still the original!” Your grandson will continue that debate!
Sa pagpasok sa akin sa construction nung grade 6 ako, sa sibuyasan, sa pagpapasuot ng safety shoes nung first yr pa ako para magselyo sa LPG sa 10-wheeler truck (halos 600+ yata tangke un!) sarap ng byahe natin sa Pampanga. Sa paggawa natin ng UP Baguio annex building nung college ako. Ang nakikita ko lang ay sarap ng experience at sweldo. Nde ko namamalayan na paraan mo yun para magsumikap ako, salamat sa pagpapaintindi sa akin na hindi madali ang mamuhay sa mundo. Invaluable lesson ito. For having me work as a laborer in a contruction projects when I was in Grade 6, on transporting sacks of onions, for having me wear a safety shoes on my First Year High School to seal LPG tanks being refilled and loaded on a 10-wheeler truck (approx. 600+ tanks, i bet!), we had exciting early morning rides en route Pampanga. For our construction of UP Baguio Annex Building when I was in college. My focus that time is the thrill of experience and monies, I’m not aware that it’s your way of teaching me how to persevere in life, thank you for allowing me to realize that it’s not easy to live in this world. Such invaluable lesson.
Yung pagyakap mo nung grumadweyt ako ng hayskul. Ganun yung yakap mo kapag lasing ka hehe, la kang sinasabi basta yakap mo lang ako. Ganun din ang yakap mo nung hinatid nio ako sa airport minsan. Ngayong tatay na rin ako tsaka ko naramdaman ang kahulugan nun – kapag yakap ko na ang anak ko. Salamat. Your embrace when I graduated in high school.. The same embrace when you’re drunk hehe. You never say a word… just embrace. That’s the same embrace when you drove me to the airport once. Now that I’m also a father had I felt it’s meaning – when I’m hugging my son. Thank you.
Sa pagsasabi na “okey lang yun anak” nung natutulala ako pagkatapos akong mahold up sa del pilar extension. For the word of assurance saying “It’ll be ok, son” when I was on state of shock after an unfortunate hold-up experience in del pilar extension (a narrow street couple of blocks away from our vicinity).
Sa pagdalaw nio ni dandan sa amin nung bagyong Santi para kamustahin ang aming kalagayan. Wala kasi kuryente at celfone comm nuon. For visiting with Dandan (my younger brother) our place when we were devastated by typhoon Santi to be assured that we’re safe. Electrical power is down that time, so is phone communication.
Sa patuloy na pagbibigay sa akin ng lakas ng loob. Ikaw ang nakakadama ng mga pinagdaraanan ko na pilit kong itinatago tuwing magkakausap tayo. Sabi mo ngumiti lang ako at ayaw mong makita akong nalulungkot. For continuously giving me courage. You always feel when I’m having rough days which I unsuccesfully hide From you everytime we talk. You told me to just smile, and you don’t want to see me sad.
Salamat tay sa lahat ng sakripisyo, paggabay, at pagmamahal. Narito kami sa aming kalagayan dahil sa paghubog ninyo sa amin. Thank you father for all your sacrifices, guidance, and love. We’re in our present stature because of your way of molding on each one of us.
Mahal na mahal kita. Mahal na mahal ka naming magkakapatid, kasama si nanay. Ang pamilyang binubuo ko ay naaayon sa simpleng pamilyang nakagisnan ko. Dalangin ko ang kalusugan at tagumpay sa bawat araw. I love you. I love you with my siblings, with mom. The family I’m building is patterned to simple family I’d grown with. I pray for your health and success each day.
“A song of ascents. Of David. I rejoiced with those who said to me, “Let us go to the house of the LORD.” Psalm 122:1 (niv)
I just had a conversation with my flatmate as we cook each other’s dinner. He arrived in Qatar under spouse’ sponsorship. His wife is working as a nurse if I’m not mistaken. As we carry on with our conversation, I felt an urge to share Jesus. It’s Easter after all. Out of nowhere (before I can open the topic), he inquired about the church I’m attending. I took the opportunity to introduce Jesus… and that we are a non-denominational church. I even encouraged him that if he feel he will grow in his current spiritual affiliation (catholic) then he should stay. God is in the business of changing lives, not promoting religion. I ended up inviting him for a church service, and I went s bit far by inviting him to bible study as well.
Little did he knew that I started praying for him (for my whole flatmates actually) around two weeks back. That’s conviction of the holy spirit. I pray that God will continue to convict him in obedience. I desire nothing but God’s favor in his life. That favor works for me, why won’t with him, right?
I had a rather overwhelming exposure with celebration of Easter this year, from social media to … er’ just social media. I can’t expect Qatar as a Islamic state to take part on Christian events such as Easter anyway. Ironically, Christmas is being observed in shopping malls, hotels, and airport. Seeing a 10ft christmas tree is a common sight.
I bet statistically, people nowadays are much more aware of Christ’ sacrifice. I could name a person or two who religiously watch Passion of Christ and The Ten Commandments during lenten season. Facebooke memes are temporarily sidelined, replaced by Easter-themed messages. Personally, that’s good news. We don’t have to explain the significance of the cross as an ultimate sacrifice. I am encouraged.
Then a realization struck me. Now that people are more aware and appreciating Christ’ atonement, how far are they willing to go? Will it change their usual walk to be righteous in the eyes of God? Will they turn away from sins?
Christ did His part, let’s do ours. Let’s seek His will and purpose in our lives. Desire intimate relationship with God, lest this will settle into a hype that stirs us in repentance every year only to come back a day after like nothing significant happened.
Our company launched new HR software, and announced a contest to encourage us to fill in as much information as possible. There will be an iPad winner for each division. Currently we have 5 divisions worldwide.
Guess what.. i bagged the iPad representing Middle East & India. Praise God!
I even allowed to write a two-paragraph essay on how I recommend our new software with my colleagues. Well, writing helps 😄
This award somehow encouraged me to write on my blogs 😄
So, do I have to fly to Indiana to find out what happened to Hazel? For the kind attention of John Green [hashtag: van houten!]
I actually ‘saw’ early part of the movie adaptation with the same title, but got bored and discontinued watching. I guess it’s not too late to repent then. I have to watch it, attentively this time.
This tragic love story between two hearts a la Romeo & Juliet brought me in a new awareness of seeing life on their perspective. I mean, it’s not hard to show your sympathy with sick friends and then completely forget about them and carry our own lives. People don’t want our pity, they deserve more than that. They want to be treated genuinely not because of their health state. i can’t agree more on the saying that we fight our own battle, let’s be patient with one another.
I might be in the wrong section! 😅 I’m supposed to just have a review, but got lost in the process. That’s how powerful this novel is, or is it just me? It’s for you to find out dear.
Eveyime I reflect on a book i just read, I can’t help but to think the author’s association with persons suffering from big ‘C’. Surely, he must’ve some source of inspiration so to speak. When you started to have a feel for the characters, you knew you are into it.
Moving, inspiring, offer hope not to live longer but to live each day more infinite than the intended infinite for what it’s worth – now I’m paraphrasing a quote on the book itself!
This is not your usual mentor book. It’s an inspirational book. I call it a contemporary equivalent of a Purpose-Driven Life.
Update: funny coincidence.
I am visiting my friend in a hospital today and it happened that the movie flashed in tv screen is, guess what.. The Fault in our Stars 🙂
I’m not a fan of investigative journalism. Thus, I’m not intrested to read such genre. However, curiosity overtook my preference and indulged into reading this book – I guess the teaser served its purpose.
The death of the suspect Glen on the crime of child molestation/murder closed the case. It’s up to the wife Jean to disclose if she is aware of Glen’s involvement on the crime. She might knew, or might be clueless. Throughout the novel, the grim reality of pedophilia is portrayed. We even visited the case in Glen’s perspective. This novel is moving, especially if you have a baby girl.
I’m not sure if there’s a motion picture out of this novel, I will definitely watch it given half a chance.
Paula Hawkins brought us on the world of complicated circumstances, so vivid that you feel like a close friend of yours is sharing her life story. I have a hint that the author is a commuter – must’d sparked the idea during her daily commute.
The story of crime, failed marriage, battle of deppression, financial struggle due to recently lost job, alcohol addiction, and paranoia are being projected throughout the novel so real that you will have a feel for the characters.
What I appreciate reading this novel is the privilege of finishing this book before I watch its movie adaptation in a widescreen. Details that can be easily missed are explained into details in the book. I’m happy that the storyline in the movie is exactly the same as in the book. Seldom do I encounter that. As far as I can remember, with the books I read to date, the movie plot with the same storyline in the book is Will Smith’s “Wild, Wild West.” I was 14 then if I’m not mistaken. Happy days.
Looking forward reading more of this kind of novel.
Today i turned 36. It’s just a number, what made this day significant is that lot of people expressed their heart’s contents which are genuinely tear-jerky. Your greetings melt my heart.
Being away from my family amplified the longingness. My wife asked me about my wish. Well, just like every family man would wish, I wish I’ll be home. But it’s not that easy. Nonetheless, I found comfort in appreciating thoughtful people who greeted me. You have no idea how happy I am right now.
To my wife who always stood by my side in every season – I love you. Thank you for understanding me in my time of weakness and stubbornness. May the Lord grant you you heart’s desires. Salamat sa pagtyatyaga. I love you always. For my son, thank you sa greet! Pakabait palagi!
To my parents, thanks for all your hardships and dedication raising me up. Ivhope I made you proud one way or another.
For my siblings, thank you for the greetings. I wish I can spend more time with you all.
To Church on the Rock family, thank you for your faithfulness year in and year out. Together, we grow in faith.
To Jesus Christ the Living God, thank you for welcoming me back with arms wide open. Special thanks to Pastor Francis for the prayer.
Aside from church, Fugro is my next home here in Qatar. Thank you for the friendship and support.
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THANK YOU ALL GUYS FOR SHARING WITH MY HAPPINESS!
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These are the people i owe a cup of coffee with 😂 *i’m just kiddin’ as they specifically mentioned “pakape ka naman!” Our alter-greet i supposed 😄
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