"Learning Sheer Content From An Extended Family Member..."

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You better believe it--I take snapshots of my dog (Cocoa ) almost everyday. A simple pleasure!

This is Cocoa's new toy. I bought it two days ago. Instantly, I knew I hit the jackpot of picking just the right toy; because her eyes suddenly acquired luster and renewed energy that made her do tricks as she bounces like a young puppy. Seeing her with so much excitement has given me a deeper level of how to count my blessings, one by one.I think that my dog is more attached to my thoughtfulness than having a new toy to chew for his over-all oral sensation. In short, her overwhelming excitement has shown me how to be content of what I have & learn how to optimize them according to the Beatitudes of Christ.

Having Cocoa in my life has led me on how to make time to do regular walks with her in the park. Even at the age of nearly nine years old, (human years) she jumps at the very back seat of the steering wheel. Her whole demeanor will tell you how she looks forward to coming with me to the park. Because she's aging & had put some more weight, I have to be more responsible taking good care of her. And walking with her also gives me the cutting edge of physical fitness--being proactive even when your joints ache... I know she's just a dog, but I know that millions of dog owners out there will relate to what I'm saying. If you want to learn how to be content, the additives of loyalty, friendship & a simplified life, a dog's heart can show you more than an inkling of a fortified everyday living. Everyday I let Cocoa know how much I love her. It is a big responsibility  taking her to the vet for regular medical check-ups, quarterly kennel cough shots, giving her daily vitamin supplements, brushing her teeth; her grooming schedule to the pet parlor and feeding her the right food as she's getting older is a  decision I must keep. I knew what I was getting into before I took her home. However, the joy of having her as an extended family member outweighs the big responsibility that comes taking good care of her.

Dogs are truly man's best friend...they guard the fences, the main doors of your homes and make sure you can let your guard down with them. 

"Summer Breeze Makes Me Feel Fine"...

Happy First day of July;

This is one of the ways I welcome the interlude of Summer; a song that reminisces/yields/reflects this season's warmth--a lot of sunshine which makes our daylight seems more luminous.

Summertime...we must see it as "getting up & going with utter kind of breeze in our hearts. Be vivacious and dazzle summer's sheer pleasure. I just had a cantaloupe shake; walked my dog; gathered stuff to donate today, mainly books & clothes; and will watch Netflix later on. Just enjoying simple pleasures without reservation, apology, guilt & the trepidation of nostalgia. 

This season is the time for your heart to rediscover that the most earthy and ordinary ways in enjoying the abundance if summer lies in keenly attuning to God's presence. It's time to be truly alive again. Live in perpetual state of thanksgiving, a life of prayer, and saturating yourself in the Word. Then the Holy Spirit ushers you to act lovingly to yourself & others including forgiving what's done in your life. Soon, you'll be plucking a very bright yellow dandelion which would be everywhere. For sure, your heart will lure you to more opportunities without a stretch. That feels like a good promise.

Let this song be what it is: a summer breeze.

"In The Quiet, Deep-Seated Blue Waters..."

Finding serenity that equals this image is almost impossible to attain. It dawned on me today that we're living a life that is full of intoxicating sounds. I must be getting old I muttered to myself. The washing machine on its spinning cycle didn't bother me before. For some mystical reason, everything was a nuisance to me... today.With the washing machine, television, ceiling fans in operation all at the same time plus the dogs barking and the neighbors yelling, I felt like losing my mind to these variable noises. That doesn't even include I-phone ringing constantly and the sirens blasting that was getting into my nerves, too.
 In retrospect, I could have just sat down and prayed to God for peace that passes human understanding. Or just turn off everything except the air conditioner. By the way, it's been muggy & dry, too. For a long moment, I lost my sense of composure. Don't we all have our moments of disentanglement?

How do some of us are so more flexible in adapting the volumes of everyday life? Why do we let ourselves be immune and be accepting about how all of these echoes continue to reverberate in our minds? 

"Everything Is Going To Be Alright..."

This is what my Sunday night looks like: a continuation of my praise & worship--listening to music that magnifies God's love. Nothing seems depleted; only works like replenishing your tattered soul-- to draw you in closer to God's promise. "Just hold on tight to what anchors above all things..." God loves you.

"HOPE Rises in Our Brokenness..."

Every human has a soul for hearty, lofty dreams. 

These dreams for the most part become a driving force to chase them. Ironically, they don't become a reality. For the most part because many of us "were barking at the wrong tree/trees."-- We've been chasing the wrong dreams.

If we could be honest, transparent, and "naked" with why our dreams had withered & remained "dreams" because our real intentions encapsulate outside God's will or purpose for our life. We ought to be accepting what lies greater than our dreams. God forbid, that if we lose every material possession that we've worked with our sweat & blood, or have a debilitating disease, for sure our hopes will be just healing.
 Hope rises when we let God's intervention work through us no matter what our situations we're in. God is bigger than our mistakes and failures. He wants us to come to Him not run from Him. And with that, we're guaranteed victories and blessed assurance. Let not the power of strongholds hold you back anymore. Cling to the promises of God...

Let this song minister into your hearts. 

"My Google + Pick Today..."

Making it a good moment to gravitate on what is truly important for the kingdom of God. I'm not discounting the momentary fervor of what I've written earlier for what you would like to reside in your heart--the mind will pick it up! For there is no tinge of compromise in the blessings that comes from our Heavenly Father. Not just a lingering thought but a forever thought... Happy Monday




Lovely flowers...they do create a beautiful stir in your heart.

"What Makes You Tick?"

An old proverbial quest which many including myself had that vulnerability, that kind of mystical effect women had asked may be to some periodically; for me, this impenetrable question just got my heartbeat swinging once. And it remained a colossal quest because men who don't look up to God are self-absorbed & intolerably deceitful. My pensive thought.

So what makes you tick? Is it that your ways are eccentric and therefore appealing? Or is it your sense of invincibility at times? And may be, your wit that humored me? Lastly, I could have" sworn," you didn't have any of these...You didn't have to. What I got through it is what enamored my muse in writing. That so called "tick" is the driving force, enough, that even it still lingers, will always be the passionate "catch" of my personal taste.. For that, writers really are the conduit of someone's soul. It's hard to imagine or visualize words in concrete form; for me anyway. They catapult my precepts to more than conjectures...

Even as a Christian who constantly seeking what other truth behooves me Today is still a big part of me as one that epitomizes words, thoughts, ideas as much substance as I want to ensue in my writing. I don't know if being totally candor about emotions makes me tick or leave the unmasking to the ones that behold perceptions worth seizing even only for a moment.

Well I guess, the raindrops coupled with the right breeze that is still pouring is the unexpected muse why I'm writing this morning. For whatever rich metaphor the rain brings at this moment, all I can say is that--it makes me wanna go back to those rainy days when childhood was and still is the best playground of incepting the purity of dreams in our minds. I know every soul goes back to revisit how it all begun...Pause for a moment of truth. It might suffice the difference in your quest.

Just a thought anyway...so , what makes you tick?

Have a Blessed Monday