A LOVE STORY

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Ah the beauty of God's creation is beyond description. As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work. As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me.

He asked me, "Do you love me?"

I answered, "Of course, God! You are my Lord and Saviour!"

Then He asked, "If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?"

I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn't; be able to do, the things that I took for granted.

And I answered, "It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You."

Then the Lord said, "If you were blind, would you still love my creation?" How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation.

So I answered, "Its hard to think of it, but I would still love you."

The Lord then asked me, "If you were deaf, would you still listen to my word?" How could I listen to anything being deaf?

Then I understood. Listening to God's Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts.

I answered, "It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your word."

The Lord then asked, "If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?"

How could I praise without a voice? Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our words of thanks.

So I answered, "Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name."

And the Lord asked, "Do you really love Me?"

With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly, "Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true God!"

I thought I had answered well, but God asked, "THEN WHY DO YOU SIN?"

I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect."

"THEN WHY IN TIMES OF PEACE DO YOU STRAY THE FURTHEST? WHY ONLY IN TIMES OF TROUBLE DO YOU PRAY THE EARNEST?"

No answers. Only tears.

The Lord continued: "Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so unfaithfully?"

The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.

"Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good news? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?"

I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.

"You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all."

DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME ?"

I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? My heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said, Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child."

The Lord answered, " That is My Grace, My child."

I asked, " Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do You love me so?"

The Lord answered, "Because you are My creation. You are my child. I will never abandon you. When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you. When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you. When you are down, I will encourage you. When you fall, I will raise you up. When you are tired, I will carry you. I will be with you till the end of days, and I will love you forever."

Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done?

I asked God, "How much do You love me?"

The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands. I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Saviour. And for the first time, I truly prayed.

I dunno how im feeling right now. My heart is empty. I like to forgive him for the things he have done but my heart is cold as ice. I  found myself, not trusting him...... how can i love if i can't trust him??? How can i say i forgive you if it will be a lie? How can i say i love you if my hearts is in doubt. How can i offer friendship if know I behind it, your still aiming for something... I am lost right now.. Hoping i can find my way to love you and feel the same way again without any doubts or fear in my heart. But then I will leave to TIME. Cause only TIME can tell if we can still be the same.....

The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I am getting so clumsy in my old age."

Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment."

Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home."

He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."

Frank's voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"

He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, 'No, Dad.'

It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.

I said, 'Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss. I'm too old for any kind of kiss.'

My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield. 'You're right,' he said. 'You are a big boy....a man. I won't kiss you anymore.'"

Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn't long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats."

I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don't know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."

1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
2. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.
3. If you have ANY doubt in your mind about a
man's character, leave him alone.
4. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you
from heartache.
5. Stop trying to change yourself for a
relationship that's not meant to be.
6. Don't force an attraction.
7. Slower is better.
8. Never live your life for a man before you find
what makes you truly happy.
9. If a relationship ends because the man was not
treating you as you deserve then heck no you can't
"be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.
10. Have faith in God regarding your relationship,
but don't let faith make you stupid. God
doesthings decent and in order.
11. Don't settle.
12. If you feel like he is stringing you along,
then he probably is.
13. If he keeps changing his mind about the
relationship--take that as a BIG sign that he is
unstable. Do you really want to be with a man like
that?
14. Don't stay because you think "it will get
better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later
for staying when things are not better.
15. Honorable men take care of their business and
aren't involved in a whole lot of mess.
16. The only person you can control in a
relationship is you.
17. There's only one 'reason' a man dumps you; he
doesn't want you.
18. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a
bunch of different women. He didn't marry them
when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you
any differently?
19. You really do have to kiss a few frogs before
finding the prince.
20. Always put yourself and your happiness first.
21. Always have your own set of friends separate
from his.
22. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.
If something bothers you, speak up.
23. If he doesn't call, he just isn't that interested.
24. Be honest and upfront.
25. Know when to cut the cord, don't be strung along.
26. Don't fall for the "I'm confused role". Remove
yourself from the situation to let him figure
things out (but don't wait for him, move on).
27. If you want to have a clue as to how he will
treat you, watch how he treats the WOMEN in his
family (not just mom).
28. There's more than physical abuse, there's
emotional and mental abuse. If he causes any of
them...flee.
29. You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change
comes from within.
30. Don't let him place rules on you that he is
not willing to follow himself -- double-standard.
31. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important
than you are...even if he has more education or in
a better job.
32. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man,
nothing more nothing less.
33. Demand respect and if he can't give it, he
can't have you!
34. Don't compete with other woman, but be aware
that men are attracted to what they see.
35. If you think he is cheating, he probably is.
Confront him right away and if you feel he's
lying, let him go.
36. Actions speak louder than words.
37. Never let a man define who you are.
38. Never rely on a man for compliments, look to
yourself for that.
39. Never borrow someone else's man.
40. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.
41. Just because he says he loves you, doesn't
mean that he won't hurt you and it doesn't mean
that you are meant to be with him.
42. To use painful hard-won wisdom -- 'get it
right' the next time.
43. Know that you deserve to be the number one
person in the life of the #1person in your life.
44. Love is a verb ...
45. Learn to give up your lifelong task of trying
to make someone unavailable-available, someone
ungiving-giving, and someone unloving-loving.
46. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW
him to treat you. .
47. You should not be the one doing all the
bending...compromise is a two way street.
48. If you don't love urself...you can't love
anyone else.
49. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE
you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE
individuals...look for someone complementary...not
supplementary.

I must say i am confused about a lot of things. Things people think so easy to deal with. But somehow this ordinary problem that they think is one of the major problem i have to dealt with. Confusion is takin place on my mind. the thoughts of doing what is necessary and what is not. but somehow on the middle of my sanctity someone came without  knocking on his way. He swept my heart and make me feel that this things is right. I cant even think someone will easily do things the way he did but i must believe that it is possible since i'm already here. The makin of a loving soul. THe person who's in love and bein love....

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks right to the top, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them in to the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. The students laughed. He asked his students again if the jar was full? They agreed that yes, it was. The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up every-thing else.

"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children - anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things in life that matter, but on a smaller scale. The pebbles represent things like your job, house, or car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.

"If you put the sand or the pebbles into the jar first, there is no room for the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, material things, you will never have room for the things that are truly most important."

I couldn´t believe it. I was sitting there, right next to the love of my life. We were at Starbucks, not daring to say a word. I don´t know if I was just trying to hold back the tears, or there just weren´t any tears to fall, or I just psyched myself that I won´t cry. He, on the other hand, was finishing his nth cigarette since we got there.
Earlier, he asked me why I wanted to see him. I just handed him an envelope. He said, "Baka maiyak ako dito ah!" (He thought it was my wedding invitation.) I said, "Hindi yan invitation. Later mo na lang basahin, ok?" But he still opened the envelope anyway. And before I could say anything else, the golden ring fell from the white stationery. He just looked at me and said, "Sabi ko na nga ba eh." For a second there, I thought the world stopped. I can still remember the way he looked at me when he saw the ring. Not exactly teary-eyed, but surprised, I guess? Or sad? Or just plain... uhm, blank? I couldn´t tell. All I could remember was the look. It was different. The one I´d remember for the rest of my life.

It was the ring he gave me the day after my eighteenth birthday. (It was actually a wedding ring. He said his mother bought it for him, for the girl he would love forever.) Along with that special ring is the promise that well, someday, we´ll end up with each other and we would tell our grandchildren about our love story. From that time on, we were officially a "we". We were best friends in high school who couldn´t exactly define our relationship, although we both knew we loved each other. Until that day.

But for some insane reason I couldn´t even remember, we broke up after a few months. And things were never the same. We weren´t "best buds" (as we would call each other) anymore. There were no more late night telebabads, or hi-hello-what´s-up texts. Nothing. Well, except for the birthday greetings and the exchange of Merry Christmas and Happy New Year´s. Oh, and the 2 or 3 times he called me up at 3 or 4 in the morning and said "I love you". (How weird can he get?). Oh, and the other time he was crying at the other end of the phone line, "Nasa ´yo pa ba yung ring na binigay ko sa ´yo dati? Itago mo ´yon ha? Kasi someday isusuot ko ulit sa ´yo ´yun, sa harap ng maraming tao, habang kumakanta ´yung children´s choir... Maglalakad ka sa aisle, tapos hihintayin kita sa kabila." I found myself crying too after that.

Between birthdays and Christmases, when we had no contact whatsoever, I was living my life. (Or so I thought. At least I tried.) I engaged myself in every activity in school there is. People would compliment me, that I am so independent, so "strong", the "sorry-you´re-not-good-enough-for-me" type. I would occasionally hear from friends that he has a new girl. I´d just shrug it off like it´s no big deal and assure them that I am so better off without him, that I am so over "that jerk". I just couldn´t let them see that I was swallowed by my own emptiness. But at night, just when I was sure nobody would hear me, I would still cry. Bitterly.

I must admit I got stuck. Amidst all the endless speeches about being "happy on my own", "letting go and moving on", and the other okay-keep-telling-yourself-that conversations with my friends, the girl inside was still hoping. That someday, somehow, she and the love of her life would still have a chance. I led myself to believe that he IS the one, and that we´re just taking our time but eventually will realize we belong together.

And then, somewhere between the wishful thinking and the slap of reality, I just decided I´ve had enough. I know it´s long overdue, but it´s about time I "leave everything behind". After all, it´s been four long years. I had the longing to "feel whole again". I convinced myself the right thing to do was to finally end what should´ve ended a long time ago. (Technically speaking, it WAS over, but for me, it never was.) I realized that in order for me to really, really go on with my life, I had to free myself from the "holding on" I´ve been doing over the years. Maybe a "closure" was all I needed. As in totally and completely conclude our so-called love tale. And that´s why I was there.

After what seemed like eternity, I gathered up some courage and said, "Hindi ata para sa kin ´yan eh." With the unidentified expression on his face, he asked, "Kelan mo naisip yan?" This time I was sure I was trying with all my might to prevent the tears from falling. My voice was cracking. "Dati pa. Hindi ko lang matanggap." Another long silence followed. Minutes later, I found myself saying, "Alam mo kung ano´ng naisip kong gawin dyan? Ipa-tunaw mo na lang tapos ipagawa mong dalawa. Para tig-isa kayo." I was struggling to project the "I´m okay" image. He just looked away. What a stupid thing to say. But I didn´t care. That was what I was planning to do "when we get back together someday".

We finished our coffee and I took him home. Just like that. He didn´t say anything. He just sat there. When he got off the car, while he gave me the directions back to my house, I couldn´t help but stare at him. This might be the last time I´ll ever see him again. This is it. This IS the end. What the hell, I did what I had to do, right?

I said "thank you" and slowly drove away. I couldn´t help but feel sad when I looked in the rear view mirror and caught him just as he was walking back to his house. He was gone. I know I have to but it may take some time before I could wholeheartedly get myself to wish him happiness. With the girl he´ll be marrying soon.

Gosh, its the same feeling i have when i finally let him go eventhough i love him so...But thats the only thing i can do since He already found someone new.... 

Guess this is the song for this......

My personal computer used to be idle.

Numbers and graphs is what it usually handles.

 Not until a girl from the net started to mingle.

It started with "hi" and "hello"

Never thought this girl would make my day glow

Not by her voice nor looks

But merely by the words she passes thru my computer cords.

Time pass by so quickly.

Now, my PC is always busy

 "Tik tak tik tak" is the sound you will hear

 For I am always looking and typing the key

 so my words would make you stay.

For every moment of my working day,

your response and thoughts are always sought and craved.

 The girl behind the thoughts and words is always missed

 My eagerness had grown for her to meet

 Imagination crawls

 giving excitement and unleveled disturbances.

My life has changed and what this girl has brought

shall never be measured nor weighed!

Given to ayett last April 19, 2004 by Rhymester_master_Gerry...

I never thought i have this impact on Him. I mean as we talk im always been me. No pretentions, I like talking to him cause He makes a lot of sense but never on my wildest dreams that he will have this feeling of longingness cause I'm just an ordinary girl you see everyday...

 

 

The Language of Love...

 
From the very Begining, the girl's family
objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying
that it
has got to do with family background,& that the
girl will
have to suffer for the rest of her life if she
were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very
often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but
she always ask him: "How deep is your love for
me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this
often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &
the family's pressure, the girl often vent her
anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in
silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated
& decided to further his studies in overseas.
Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not
very good with words. But all I know is that I
love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you
for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll
try my best to talk them round. Will you marry
me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination,
the family finally gave in & agreed to let them
get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas
the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They
sent their love through emails & phone calls.
Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work,
she was knocked down by a car that lost control.
When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her
bed. She realised that she was badly injured.
Seeing her mom crying, she wanted to comfort her.
But she realized that all that
could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She
has lost her voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has
caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her
parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from
her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence
cry,.....it's still just silence cry that
companied her. Upon reaching home, everything
seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone
of the phone. Which pierced into her heart
everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the
guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she
wrote a letter
to him saying that she does not wish to wait any
longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In
return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply,
and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could
do, besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she
could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign
language & started a new life. Telling herself
everyday that she must forget the guy. One day,
her friend came & told her that he's back. She
asked her friend not to let him know what
happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an
envelope, containing an invitation card for the
guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she
open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

When she was about to ask her friend what's going
on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He
used sign language telling her "I've spent a
year's time to learn sign language. Just to let
you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let
me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You.
With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger.
The girl finally smiled.

This is all about me and my friends.............

The sun is slowly settling down below the horizon for the night as the somber looking girl carefully shifts her car into first gear. Methodically she turns on the headlights and fastens her seatbelt as she turns her car onto the road and melts into the evening traffic. As her car drifts down the road, no one notices the tear slowly trickling down her cheek. All seems strangely quiet to her, as if the world is silently floating by, unreal and dreamlike. Her world isn´t a dreamland though. Her dream has turned out to be just that-a dream.
She is supposed to be over this by now. That is what she tells herself. SHe isn´t though. There weren´t any angry words or slammed doors. It