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@loveandpoetry
to wander the fine line between leaving and living
still, love is the art of my soul
LET GO and LET GOD
Praise in Patience; Worship in Waiting
Like a seed planted and placed beneath the soil, as the darkness embrace its coat, we have no control over its growth.Ā As the farmer plants with the hope of fruitful reaping, yet after all day of work, the growth of the seed is beyond his control.Ā
Let go of everything in the hands of God. As the Lord rays the sun and makes the rain pour at the right amount, the LORD is also taking care of what you planted.Ā
my sins- unforgiven, my soul- undeserving . . . . . but Your grace abounds undefeated.
Wrapped in your mercy; I am SAVED.
Growth is always one step ahead of your circumstances.Ā
Do not hesitate to dive in! @loveandpoetry
There is no small nor big victory! All achievements must be celebrated as no one knows how hard things are for you.Ā
Some battles make you won golds, recognitions, and promotions. Yes, they are thrilled and cool! But, they are not the standards.Ā You are surviving a battle only yourself knows, let your victories shine!Ā @loveandpoetry
BREATHE as pressure surrounds you...
It still creates a ripple effect of HOPE
Who You Are When No Oneās Looking
take me to the place where water embraces the sky... in a place where there are clouds below and water above.
@loveandpoetry
Warmth
WARMTH
The longest and most arduous journey in life is a path without a home. Its absence shares the same feeling of disappointment whenever you failed to win the grand prize in a lottery. The frustration of not having one is like seeing a wasted mark on your test paper after giving your best to review. The route with the awareness of being homeless is like music without a rest neither any whole note. The way you play the instrument is not the same as how you play with your heart. The harmony is disastrous; emotionless; impassive. Home is the sweetest melody you could ever hear after the most tiring day of work. It is the safest haven you could ever be after being lost and isolated in the world. And it is the most undeserving grace you could receive as a result of your faith. Home shares the feeling of being with your most beloved book while sipping a hot brewed coffee in one of your favorite cups. People share various concepts and ways on how they define āhome.ā Some people deem home as nothing but a structure that waits for your return. Others define it as a possession and an event in their lives. But as for me, my home shares the deepest chamber in my heart and it is definitely more than the words I could reach beyond my awareness. In my first 15 years of existence, my idea and appreciation of things are too shallow and trivial. My knowledge cannot discern the complexity of the importance of things not until I reached the age of 18. By that time, experiences and challenges honed me and my perspective in life. I started to establish a profound value and appreciation for people, things, and circumstances. The things I have been through created a huge impact on my attitudeā allowing me to have a deeper appreciation of life. Today, I started to put more value on people, particularly those who are with me through the darkest moments. During these hardest days, we all need a place where we can be safe and protected. Fortunately, what I have found is not a mere structure, but people who stay with me until the endā my family. These amazing people in my life become my definition of āhome.ā They possess the warmest embrace that replaces the grievances of rejections and disappointments. Their words and presence become my refuge and foundation of strength. Whenever place or situation we are, their presence creates an atmosphere of āhome.ā This is something that I can consider unique for they are not mere places, events, or circumstances that remain temporary as time passes by. But my family, being my home, transcends time and limitations. The journey with them is not often smooth and easy yet, I am assured that what we have is unconditional and something worthy to treasure. I suddenly remember what Mother Teresa said when she was asked what she requires people to pass as her assistant and she said, āGo home and love your family.ā Home is the safest haven we have in the midst of the storm; it possesses photo albums of memories that no one can take away. Home is where we feel accepted and loved even the world turns its back from us. I am beyond blessed to find my home neither in places nor otherās presence, but with my own family and it's something I shall treasure for eternity. ---
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The weight of the world can't bring you down.
Have courage, dear heart.
- love, P
reminding myself that just like the old times, i can get through it
As I get older,Ā
I appreciate the courage of facing lifeās ordinary-- everyday challenges.Ā with head lifted up and eyes closed, be proud of yourself still breathing.Ā
mood:
... half disappointed and half broken.
No matter what happens
Stay true to your soul...
You, beautiful soul Grows amidst the crises as gentle as roses
@loveandpoetry
Whatever you're going through, please remember...
You got this!
Persecuted; Crashed; Tested; The world offers much adversity Yet, Your grace has kept me nestled revealing your greatest love and charity, To the soul that once lost its identity.
@loveandpoetry