"Pray With Faith..."

Psalm119:11

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"Going Beyond A Catapulting/Rolling Ball"

Take Heart...God is in the details & in every thing, give thanks!

The sky was hovered with clouds but no drizzles nor scattered rain. Glory to God. So here we are, playing our first game for the season.
Oddly, I didn't get to play the first inning. I got lost for almost an hour finding the venue. I could have just retreated and headed home but my heart desired to be there. It's not "biggie" for me if I get to "kick" or not. I would have been content just cheering them on and taking mementos.

And, so, I've learned that adrenalin levels rush in the field. Kickball is alive. It is not a game for kids anymore. It's more fun to watch adults playing it with so much zest.
       All the images I captured will prove my point. The men in
        our group have come through for the team. Catapulted or
      rolled, they were unstoppable, relentless in catching the
       ball. The women, however, were also up to par playing in
         juxtaposed with the men in our team. Remarkable, I
         thought...& it was!

My ears didn't hear uncouth cheers--that will definitely throw me off. I just felt sorry for one lady on the other team that got hurt while running to the second base. Thinking about it now makes me think the inevitable circumstances that are unforeseen. We can only hope & pray that her injury is minor and see her play on the next game.

Thus, I'm proud of how we played the game. We lost the first game but the second game in the afternoon has anchored us to a better standing. I also got to kick after which it felt like I pulled a muscle. And I was limping gracefully. Nobody even hardly noticed it till I told a comrade. I couldn't wait to slump
my body on the couch or on my bed at home.
                                                                                                  
                                                                                                     
                                                                                                    

Thank you guys for a great Start...

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Look at us...still with unwavering smiles...

After the Game Photos

Special Thanks to Mr. Brad Crochet, our P.E. & Kickball Coach

Longhorn Kickball "Revelers"

              Thirteen devoted enthusiasts whose radiant smiles could mean that

                they're ready to kick, throw, catch that red clunky ball and run

                 around the bases without trepidation.

                                           What a poignant moment...
        To be looking so uptight in front of a camera is hard to capture but to
     loosen up & just let go of whatever is holding you back, such joy
   transcends...naturally.
This reminds me of one of my favorite lines of John Keats:
                                 "A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
                                   
  So, let our smile be quintessential especially when we get flustered by the
                          competitors'  bouncing or bunting "kicks."

                      
 Below, is the moment of truth: the organic, raw & effortless jazziness
                    that we might have just discovered, an inherent
               quality needing to shine--just like this!
                                           
                                                      Go...Longhorn "Kickers"

"You" Are Your Greatest Stronghold...

During the" 21-Day Fast" of the beginning of the year, many have joined- in to fasting corporately at church. I'm certain that majority of them fasted for divine breakthroughs: praying for financial prosperity, for jobs, weight loss, restoration from physical infirmities & depression, a strengthened marital vows, more time for family ties and for our nation to be united with one God, one Cross and one Way to Salvation: that is Jesus Christ who died for all of us. The greatest Commission that every born-again Christian should take part  is in spreading the Message of the Cross.

All of these petitions God heard all of them. But we have to understand that God's timing is perfect. He has an appointed time ; the fullness of His time to every heart's desire. It's not that we don't deserve the healing  and His promises but it's all a part of His plan for the greater cause of His kingdom. Our faith and sense of gratitude and faithfulness should not be encumbered by doubts or vexed in waiting for God's answer. How we cling to God's Word should be a way of life. Forget outside influences. Your greatest stronghold should be of one that edifies and magnifies God's omniscience, omnipotence and omnipresence Power that exudes His light from within us.

Thus, while fasting, the Holy Spirit has led me to watch SonLife Broadcasting Ministry. I knew that it was that appointed time for me to know Him more. And to do that, what is more transforming than learning in depth what the Message of the Cross really is and that SBN teaches the truth about it? I knew I was done watching messages of encouragement. And I am now yearning for more dispensation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ that was never the intention of some preachers that I subscribe. They just preach what the Church members want to hear in order not to lose their membership. Where's the divine calling there if you're afraid to lose members and you're spineless to preach what needs to be heard? Remember that one day we will all be judged before God for what we've done here on earth. More accountability, I believe, if you're preaching at the altar. You are supposed to lead your flock fearlessly to the message of the cross because that's where all groundwork of Jesus has laid out--our eternal salvation.

Every preacher, minister, evangelist, priest that is called to preach the real doctrine of Jesus Christ should have that audacity to proclaim what they're called for. Not a dissipating comfort for their own gain but the real grit that penetrates and revolutionizes hearts and minds from bondages of deception. I long for every Christian to read and meditate on the Word of God, the Holy Bible. So each of us can know that what we're hearing from our spiritual leaders behind the pulpit is from the God of the Bible or not. That is our core responsibility as a new creation in Him...to know the truth, and the cloaks of unrighteousness.

Isn't being free, unclutched and detached from myths, bondages from our own wrong perceptions because  what we've allowed such intrusions to invade our minds, the real deal of spiritual growth? If you're in church every Sunday and what you're ingesting or even engulfing is baby's milk. What do you then? Do you leave the church, pray for your Pastor to be more Spirit-led preacher or talk to him about it? If you ask me, I'll employ all of the above measures. But firstly, I have to take this upon the Lord in Prayer.

"Dare To Dream Again..." ~Dr. Mike Murdock"

"Wake up the dreamer within you. Stop looking at where you have been and start looking at where you are going. Tomorrow is not here yet. Birth it. Seasons change, but God promises to you have not changed. Your miracle is just ahead. Your mind is your world." Mike Murdock

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"In our grief, we find purpose... In our suffering, we find significance. Still, sometimes the pain goes on..."


Today, my heart cuddles to the best memories I have for my late dad and my brother Romeo. I never questioned God's will for their lives to be with the Lord so soon (I thought) for I know that His plans are perfect. I just wished that I've told them how much they mean to me when they were both still alive. With that thought, I tell my sons how much I love them every I chance I get; and that everyday of my life is a living testimony of how God's grace continues to guide me to be a better mother to them.

My Spring Break is almost over. What I've  accomplished is just a little over that 50% of what I've set. It felt like it's placid mediocrity on my part. But then again, over fifty percent is remarkable, to some degree. I even have a burst blood vessel in my right eye that happened yesterday morning. That means, I would have to dare myself to go outside my home. The thing is, there's nothing I can do for it to go away instantly. It has to heal by itself and that would mean a week or less. I'll take the latter.

Well...Today, in-between rests, I close my eyes and just quiet my mind to good remembrances: some in longer periods, but some, I have to quicken my heart to forget; and the rest, I give them to God for there are some memories that my carnal understanding can't seem to settle. And only God can do the healing of the past.

At the end of the day, we are all faced with mind-game upheavals or spiritual clarity. With all the bombardment of social media, issues and disentanglement from the truth of God's Word, whose mind wouldn't be rattled and your heart in dismay?Again.. I'm profoundly taking the latter choice. For God is a God of Order not Confusion. I keep on forgetting that life is all making the right moves, the right choices with His Holy Spirit guiding you. This Spring Break, I believe that I'm in the spirit of  embracing new hopes and dreams that are within reach.
"All things are possible with God."

Happy Thursday, the 13th.