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Sunday, February 7, 2016

NAHUM 1: 20 INVISIBLE QUALITIES OF GOD


THE GLORY OF GOD IS MANIFESTED IN

CREATION!  HOW AWESOME OUR GOD IS!

AS I PASS BY THE BEACH: REFLECTION BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

AS I PASS BY THE BEACH





The drizzle gave me a shiver; it's one of those
beautiful early morning. The sun shone not
too brightly but I love the shades of grayish
mood attune with the cool autumn.

At this time of the year, I gazed at the sea
waves. The ripples are in harmony with
my racing thoughts...about my future and
about humanity. Yes, time is fast in this
cosmopolitan area with those palm trees
that sways with utmost grace. Why am I
here in this world? Do I have any special
mission to do? Here I am again! Let me
rephrase my question. What can I do in
this world for my Creator and my brothers
and sisters!

Yes, that's it! Unselfishness, emptying out of
myself. It's not really that we are neglecting
ourselves. It is just a matter of reaching out
to others and bothering ourselves with how
we can assist in small or big ways. I looked
at the rushing ripples...

The ripples reminded me that they moved
not in isolation, but in unison and harmony!
That is the way of life. We really are not islands
unto ourself but within an archipelago where the
islands commune with each other. Let us expand
our horizon and reduce our eccentricities and
look out! Who is your neighbor?

Cynthia Abegail

THE PAINT BOX FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY

BEAUTIFUL AND ENIGMATIC!

THANKS SR ELSIE BABY.

NEW WORLD

STUNNING PHOTOGRAPHY BY SCREEN SAVERS












BEAUTIFUL VIEW! THANKS TO
SCREENSAVERS. NEW WORLD

AS YOU LOOK INTO HEAVEN: POEM BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL



AS YOU LOOK INTO HEAVEN

The children singing, as it usher the birth

As prophesied by Isaiah---Emmanuel

Calm was your face, like Mary echoes

A great pondering in her heart shows.


God has chosen you to proclaim Him,

A shadow of the Lord without dim

Loved the child, the sick and poor

Captivated the world, fire of gold!


A glimpse of your eyes with serenity,

Like a doe, look up into the heavens

Great love for God, as bells rung,

Utmost position, beacons humility.


Bread and wine you offer...

To the Almighty, Creator of all,

As you look into heaven, it opens

Blessings abound---evil flew!


Fame means nothing to you---

Eyes focused on Jesus alone,

The poor all reaches to you,

As you shepherd the lonely!



As you look into heaven, I know,

God favoured you now to show

"I came for sinners, unrighteous,"

 Not for the proud and haughty.


As you look into heaven, I know,

The gentleness in your eyes---

Showed the world the real God

Of mercy, love and of justice.


The flock gathers, teary-eyed,

Emmanuel has come, seeking

For the hearts which stray,

As you look into heaven---


All rights reserved:  Cynthia Abegail Bernardo

pic credit: www.writerfoxhubpages.com


 


 

 


 


ALL THINGS WORK FOR GOOD FOR THOSE WHO LOVE HIM FORWARDED BY PRAYER AID

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Rom 8:28

Let us consider these two lines deeply today.  Whoever we are, no matter where we are or what we are encountering at this moment, it is all going to work out for our good.  We will never know how the trials and temptations we face will be to our good later on – we live with mystery!   So did our beloved Mother Mary.  She never knew how things would go or how they would end, but in the end every one of her sufferings was fruitful.  God has called us to a life of faith to be a branch on the vine, to walk with him at all times trusting Him, then for sure all things will work for our good even if we can see no good today.
(It takes the eyes of faith to trust the Lord unconditionally.  Thanks Jane for this beautiful reflection.  Excellent).  New World

Labels: Reflections---Prayer Aid


INVOKE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL IN THE MORNING




guardian angel photo: guardian angel guardian-angel.jpg

pic credit:  www.media.photobucket.com   Thanks.
New World  3/21/13

The day could bring unexpected circumstances and twists.
Daily, invoke for the help of your guardian angel in
all things.  Guardian angels are given to us by God
Almighty for protection, guidance and for unity.
On the other hand, one must activate this gift by
invocation by heart and by words!

My guardian angel dear to whom God
commits me near, be ever be at my side
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
Amen.


VANITY: ARTWORK BY NEETHA THOMAS

"Vanity of vanities, saith
the Preacher...all is vanity"

(Thanks Neetha for this
brilliant work of art).
New World.

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by cynthia abegail


SCENIC WATERFALLS BY FOREST WANDER NATURE PHOTOGRAPHY
















LONG-TERM EXPOSURE DEPICTED THE WATER
IN MOTION. LOVELY!!!
THANKS TO FOREST WANDER NATURE
PHOTOGRAPHY FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL
PICTURE OF WATERFALLS. NEW WORLD

THE TEEN'S EUPHORIA: SHORT STORY BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL


THE TEEN'S EUPHORIA

Meet Allison, age fifteen with a few pimples and blackheads but basically
beautiful and smart!  The only thing I notice with Allison is her weird type of
dressing.  Whenever you meet her, it seems that there's always a kind of
a festival.  She wears this cute boots up to her ankles and her skirt is not
ordinary.  The level is not straight, but jagged with lots of trinkets and
laces and whatever are the others, I do not bother anymore.

"Hey Alison, what's up?"  Where are you going?  Allison coyly replied,
"Well, I am on my way to the Concert of Unwinding Vectors!  I am so
excited, Emmy is with me!  This is just fun!"  I quipped, "I thought you
have an exam tomorrow?"  Allison replied, "No worries, Auntie, I have
studied already and mind you, I will ace the exam tomorrow; O' I am so
excited!  I wanted to see Jacko with his bloody reddish hair and Wally with
his tanned skin and fluffy blonde hair!  I was still talking with her but
suddenly, she was gone from my sight.

At the Concert, Emmy and Allison lined up for about an hour just to get a
glimpse of the Unwinding Vectors.  I will not blame the two of them.  I was
watching in TV and O' is that Reggie with his orangy-bluish hair?:  handsome
but I like his voice.  Well, I am not a teen anymore but I felt some kind of
goose bumps when Reggie belted a sweet tune!   Suddenly, my mobile rang.
I answered, "Hello!  Lolla speaking."  On the other line, I heard shrieking
mostly girls, then Allison spoke:  "O, Auntie Lolla, Jacko is so cute and
Wally just ooze with appeal!"  I said, I know but I prefer Reggie!  "Alright,
Aunt Lolla, we have to run---I need to have an autographs of Jacko and Wally."
I joked, "Be sure not be run over!"

Soon, Allison was back at about 9:00 pm.  Goodness, she looked as if she
was devastated by an earthquake.  I said, "What happened?"  Allison spoke
with a gibberish voice, " I have to whisked through hundreds of girls to
reach my Jacko and Wally, unfortunately, my mini was tattered, I was
left with these pieces!" 

Allison was over the moon!  She said, "I will sleep now and I promise to
ace my exam tomorrow."  I smiled, "Can you with this fatigue?"  Allison
said, "I am totally inspired, you do not know what can I do with this
joy welling up in my heart."  I said, "Let us see next week, the results!"
Allison said, "I will do it." 

I saw Allison in her bed sound asleep!  True to her word, she returned to me
an overall of 95 percent average in all her subjects.  I said to myself,
"When will I meet Reggie?"  O' never mind, I am old already!

Morale:   We pass by different stages of life.  What is important is living life to the
full.  The joy and peace in one's heart is the joy and peace as gifts from above!
All rights reserved:  Cynthia Abegail

Saturday, February 6, 2016

FIRST, LOVE GOD: REFLECTION BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

For the customs of the people are false: a tree from the forest
is cut down, and worked with an ax by the hands of an artisan;
people deck it with silver and gold; they fasten it with hammer
and nails so that it cannot move.  Their idols are like scarecrows
in a cucumber field, and they cannot speak; they have to be carried
for they cannot walk.  Do not be afraid of them, for they cannot do
evil nor is it in them to do good.
                                                                                        Jer 10:3-5

*The people had done an abominable act---worshipping idols which is
a direct violation of the 1st commandment.  The Old Testament and
the New Testament covers idolatry of all forms among the people.
From Aaron's golden calf to the sodomy in Sodom and Gomorrah, one
could read how many times people had made idols of their own whims.
Yet, God is a merciful God who invites sinners to come back to Him.

Idolatry is the worst sin that one could ever commit.  Idolatry is an
insult to the great and loving God.  Even today, idolatry is visible in
our midst.  When one is obsessed with gambling, love of prostitution,
severe drinking, don't we think that those things are not idolatry?
They are even worst works of the flesh!  When one is obsessed with
one's body, beauty, glitter of the flash, food and money, don't we think
that those are also forms of idolatry?

The Lord invites us to reconsider our priorities.  Let us try to avoid
idolatry of all sorts.  Thus, we will sincerely follow the first and greatest
commandment, "Love God with all of your heart, mind and soul."
Cynthia Abegail

PRAYER OF TOTAL SURRENDER BY MARIA CASSIA


ALMIGHTY GOD, CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE,
I TOTALLY SURRENDER TO YOU MY LIFE,
MY FAMILY AND ALL THAT I HAVE.  I
TOTALLY YIELD TO THY EVERLASTING POWER
AND MIGHT.  THINE ART MY ROCK, MY FORTRESS
AND I DEPEND ON THINE PROVIDENCE AND
GREAT MERCY.
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, FOR YOUR CARE,
FOR YOUR PROTECTION AND FOR YOUR
INCOMPREHENSIBLE LOVE FOR ALL OF US!
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING FOR WITHOUT THEE,
I COULD DO NOTHING.

MY SAVIOUR LIVES: ART FORWARDED BY NEETHA THOMAS

FORTRESS OF MY SOUL: POEM FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL





FORTRESS OF MY SOUL BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

This is a poem that signifies that God with his abundant love
and mercy welcomes us!


Fortress of my Soul


The other day I heard a knock from the door,
I peeped through the hole to see my guest
What a surprise, it is the quest of my dreams,
It is the Lord, with a soft smile that wins!


I run to the door almost stumbling with joy,
Oh Lord, I am elated to meet you today
Am I so special so much fears allayed
By your presence, nothing is delayed!


Were you busy today with the world?
Did you found time to sing me praises?
Were you pondering my letter to you?
Did you reflect on how much I love you?


Truly I say Lord to be honest and true,
At dawn I was busy reading about you
I prayed so much I fail to notice the dew
By my window that touch the rosy view.


Were you busy today with the senses?
Did you found time to reflect this morn?
Were you delighted at my gifts ever...
Of love, hope, faith and peace forever.


Will you be angry if I say, my Holy One,
Sometimes I stray and once forlorn...
Truly I am sorry for these things,
Never would I like to offend Thee!


My child, my love is everlasting,
All I seek is for your happiness
Come back to me do not hesitate
I am your fortress at any state!


Thanks O' Lord for your patience,
I open now the door of my soul
I love you so much like a dove,
Singing praises to you with love!
Labels: Poems: Cynthia Abegail poem

A FEW MOMENTS IN HEAVEN FORWARDED BY DR. ANISHA KURIAN-PHILIP

A FEW MOMENTS IN HEAVEN

I wanted to share this with you if you would like to put it on your blog. I do not know who wrote it.
This is one of the nicest e-mails I have seen and is so true:
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.'
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.
Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.
The angel then said to me, 'This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the persons who asked for them.' I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.
Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. 'This is the Acknowledgment Section,' my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed 'How is it that there is no work going on here?' I asked.
'So sad,' the angel sighed. 'After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments .'
'How does one acknowledge God's blessings?' I asked.
'Simple,' the angel answered. Just say, 'Thank you, Lord.'
'What blessings should they acknowledge?' I asked.
'If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy .'
'And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.'
'If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day .'
'If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 700 million people in the world.'
'If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world '
'If your parents are still alive and still married ....you are very rare .'
'If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.'
You just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.
Have a good day, count your blessings, stay happy!
Difficult things take a long time, impossible things a little longer...
(Thanks Anisha for sharing this meaningful and lovely story) New World



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