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> A life lived before God

> Having a child-like faith, believing and trusting in God in every circumstance

> It's my silver year this 2008

> Loves: JESUS, my family, brewed coffee, chocolates, the beach, sunrise and sunsets, the clouds, cookies, the color purple and blue, butterflies

> I am: a daughter/ a sister/ a friend/ a cousin/ a teacher/ an online travel specialist/ an employee/ a bestfriend/ a roommate/ an atenean/ montessorian/ a hopeless romantic/ one man - woman/ a teammate/ Sio beh/ unica ija/ Gemini/ bio grad/ petite

> Frustrated: artist, painter, actress, singer, writer, athelete, doctor, nurse, pianist, guitarist, marine biologist

> Dreams: to travel around the world, a stable future family, a faithful and loving future hubby, 2 kids, marry someone I can be my bestfriend

> Enjoys: travelling, long rides on a bus or a car, a walk in the beach, conversations over coffee, reading books, classic music, classis stories, singing with the piano, time with my family, a kiss on the forehead, hugs, laughing, watching sunsets and sunrise, good food, fresh air, painting, crafts, teaching, book hunting, bargain shopping, green mangoes with bagoong

> mah friendster and mah email: nfortich@gmail.com


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Daily Devotional

Mystery

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Mystery of what we call Love.


It is a mystery why we fall in love.

It is a mystery how it happens.

It is a mystery when it comes.

It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.

You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience.

Just as life itself is more than the sum of bones and muscle and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interest and attractions and commonalities that two people share.

And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.

Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty.

This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, them move on.


When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to se that it is a gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely, moves away.

When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.

They want answers where there are no answers.

They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again.

They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life together, their love will grow.

They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of mystery.


You need to know this about love, and to accept it.

You need to treat what it brings you with kindness.

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself.

There Is nothing wrong with you.

Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.

If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love them, feel honoured that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return.

Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.

How you deal with love is how it will deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joy, even if our lives and way are different.

If you fall in love with another, and they fall in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame.

 

Let it go.

There is a reason and there is a meaning.

You will know in time.

Remember that you don't choose love.

Love chooses you.

All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life.

Feel the way it fills you to OVERrflowing, then reach out and give it away.

Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you.

Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit.

Give it to the world around you in any way you can.


That is where many lovers go wrong.

Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need.

They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.

The first flush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need.

They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love.

They forget the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.

 

Remember this, and keep it to your heart.

 

Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going.

 

You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying.

 

You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.

 

But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you should do.

 

Love always has been and always will be a mystery.

 

Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.

 

IF YOU KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN, IT WILL COME AGAIN






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I Hate You

Monday, September 22, 2008

I hope you know...
 
7 Things - Miley Cyrus
 
shh shh shh I probably shouldn't say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we've shared

It was awesome but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care
and Now we're standing in the rain
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear

The 7 things I hate about you

The 7 things I hate about you oh you
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
You're friends, they're jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

It's awkward and it's silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
when you mean it, i'll believe it
If you text it, i'll delete it
Let's be clear
Oh I'm not coming back
You're taking 7 steps here
The 7 things I hate about you
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
You're friends, they're jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

and Compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention the 7 that I like

The 7 things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's
When we kiss i'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined, everything's alright
I wanna be, with the one I know
And the 7th thing I like the most that you do ooh
You make me love you shh shh
You do
 
 





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I could hold on

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

It's been hours now since I waited for 1 new message to pop up from my window. and... NOTHING. Oh how it breaks my heart waiting to hear from my soldier and how I looked forward to hearing from him. I am about to go home after spending 3 more hours at the office. My heart aches. Every throb almost leaves me breathless.  I am now ALONE and surprisingly, these are the few times when I enjoy being alone and when all of my agents have gone home and I am left alone to explore the worldwideweb. Under my breath I say these words: I miss you. Hoping that the air would carry those words and whisper it to your ears. I miss you. Please think of me as I think of you.
 
There have been too many times that I had wished for time to go back, from when I was innocent and from when my life was less complicated. When all I ever cared about was spending another day at the beach to play with playmates. But I'll have to face tomorrow and not yesterday.
 
I spent the night with 2 new friends last night, R & R. We were talking, we were strumming the guitar and we were drinking (not hard liquors though) I couldn't feel the void in me as we shared stories, smiled and laughed at each other. But reality sets in when it's time to face the world and I am on my own again. There is strength in solitude but there is also strength in numbers.
 
So here I am, trying hard to exhaust myself so I can go home tired and weary without an ounce of strength to think, so I won't feel and grow numb from feeling that you are not beside me.
 
Tomorrow is another day, another day to be closer to you, I miss you.





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