A Beautiful Prayer

Here's something that I read tonight. I hope you will find this inspirational as I thought it is. Something to ponder on:

A BEAUTIFUL PRAYER

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.

His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! ,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.

I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.



May God Bless You,
"To the world you might be one person, but to one
person you just might be the world"

"Even the word 'IMPOSSIBLE' says 'IM POSSIBLE' "

Submitted by Satya Mehta

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If I Had To Raise My Child All Over Again

Christmas is drawing near. As each day passes, so is my longing for everything I have left in Manila. Symptoms of homesickness is so apparent that I had to write to get it over and done.

I am missing my son terribly. Most especially at this time of year.

The repetitive speech "Mom, can you buy this one?"

His tantrums, "I won't eat until you buy me this one!"

His pleas, "Mom, I promise to be good if you buy me this one."

And most especially his bargaining skills, "Mommy, this is very cheap. Buy this one for me!"

For 8 years, Christmas shopping is always one of our highlights as a  mother and son and I could not help but to stare into a distance, wishing I was home.

Nostalgia was put on hold when I suddenly realized the things I did and didn't do as a mother. And now, if I could've been a cooler mom rather than being authoritative, I could've spared Aaron from all the childhood heartaches I have caused him.

This poem perfectly construed of who I was as a mom back home.

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.

by Diane Loomans

I'm sure if someone reads this would ask me if I have regretted the things I did. I'd say, ABSOLUTELY YES. But it's not too late to change. Pretty soon, he will be with me and I will get to spend my next Christmas with him. I'd be a nifty parent, guaranteed.

But for now, I need to do what I need to do.