"Stretching The Truth A Little..."

Who can possibly attest as a human being, that they never lied, stretched the truth in their lifetime?
It's a yes for everybody. It's because of the sin nature that is in us. However, if you constantly lie to your teeth consciously and with the awareness of lying is wrong. The same thing with fabricating
a story putting your own twist and embellishing it with exaggeration is also wrong.

Not unless you're a storyteller or a creative director, a non-fiction writer,
maybe, you could get away with stretching the truth because it's your job to make your script/writing
full of juicy imaginations. Your readers or moviegoers will be all ears and heart. Oh, don't we feel like we live on a make-believe fairy tale of deception? That's what we want to believe so the hard realities of life don't eat us alive. The things we see, hear, feel, think, taste and smell are no longer
organic to our senses, All of these desensitize our way of life.
I think that the most stretched lie is lying to ourselves. When we don't let ourselves be vulnerable to
other people especially to our loved ones and close friends, that vulnerability deepens. I just read this book called, "The Power of the Other by Dr. Henry Cloud." In this book, "it reminds us that our successes and failures often come through others. Those who have high relational I Qs are always the most successful by surrounding themselves with the right people if we want positive results."
Many of us tell lies for good reasons. You don't want to hurt somebody by telling them the truth but sometimes they can't handle the truth so we lie. And we also lie because they beg us to lie, to cover for them for a season or for years or even that lie remains untold up to the grave. We lie about our age, our positions, our financial plight and we lie about almost anything. It's too much lies around us that we can't think straight. Lies corrupt the tenderness of the heart. It's not truly living when we befriend deception...I know what lying does. Whether a white lie or not, still a lie that is not pleasing to God no matter what reason we have in doing so. We all do.
I can't really elongate this topic we were given to write about. I already actually deviated from
it. My thoughts are just blaring to and fro not knowing how do I go writing about stretching a lie.
It makes me feel like I'm condoning white lies because we all lie about something. The only thing that would make lies become a burden for truth is when you accept that nothing good comes out
of lying. And it is a Biblical commandment to "do not lie." Although we're all guilty of it, we can
go to God and ask him to give us grace not to lie. To ask God to bridle your tongue when you're about to lie is a good prayer. To ask God what to say, when to keep silent and how to say it and give you wisdom is absolutely pleasing to His eyes...

"Persuade Me..."

Normally, persuasion is used when you strongly want people opposing you to believe your truth.

When I think about this topic, I don't have to think hard what could be the best illustration on this.

Our government has shut down. I don't really delve into politics because my mind is already made up on what to believe. Both parties, the Republican & the Democrats are both playing games on the life and security of the American people. But, whose party is really imperiling the government of the people, by the people and for the people? They're supposed to be working for us, the American people. PRIDE crept in. For me, It's been always pride that blinds lawmakers that they refuse to see the real benefits of building the wall. There is always a hidden agenda to every opposition. And vice versa. 

I am in favor of building the wall. In the first place, there was already a wall built in there. It may not be as wide and as high as President Trump wants, but it needs to be done. In my own opinion, it's not even the money that is the issue. Since our President has been elected to the highest position of the land, the naysayers to every bill that our president wants to pass get relegated, abated, and on a standstill. However, the will of God will always prevail. Now more than ever, I know that so many Christians are praying for the move of God to happen and it will happen very soon. 

One thing we have to consider is that when an intruder invades your home, harms you and your family, don't you want to protect your family and your home by installing security devices, and firing a gun as the last resort to save your life? Isn't that in parallel with what President Trump wants best for our country? Our president is against illegal immigrants coming in this country.

Not everybody that wants to come here has good intentions and that's been established and the truth 

be told. By the time I retire, I may not have social security benefits waiting for me because all of my taxes were appropriated to pay for the needs of illegal immigrants and those that curtailed it. And I work hard for every penny I get. We also have to think what might be diseases be lurking, bringing into this country.

Our President may not be the most tactful in communicating his thoughts but that is just petty compared to all the good things he already delivered to the American people and also to the nation of Israel. I have no doubt that he loves this country. And I believe that when you aim for something greater, there will be strongholds, left and right. But I'm not weary. I pray many times a day that this government shutdown is over very soon. God is on the throne. He's waiting for His sons and daughters to do the right thing and doing the right thing is shifting pride to humility.

Let me leave you with this one to ponder: 2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV) which says, "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
There is a wall in all of us, a chasm within...a division that needs to be unified to the real truth of why we do the things that grieve the heart of God!

Writing About"Writing" As The Craft..."

Writing as your craft is our given topic today by Jeff Goins. It can go from why, how and when you write and everything else in between.
I'm the 4th child of 9 siblings, of the same parents. If I have a chance to do over some things in my life--this is not one of them that I wish it could be reconstructed or revised. Growing up in a big, closely-knitted family with a good patriarch and a good matriarch that taught us golden nuggets to live by and a legacy of a strong foundation of responsibilities, accountabilities as well as boundaries is noteworthy--priceless. I can tell you with so much joy in my heart that I treasure the teachings I got from my mom & dad. And nothing or nobody, not even our ever-changing global views; how distorted and appealing they are can't touch my moral integrity without repentance. 
But anyways, when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I stumbled on my dad's diary on all of us, his 9 children. He compiled his writings in a book. My dad was very creative, more like a very resourceful man as he had proven that quality as a good father and a sole breadwinner till his last breath. I didn't think it was wrong for me to read because it wasn't locked. As if it was meant for me to read it. I didn't have any qualms doing it. By the way, I just read what was mine. His narrative about me started when I was born up to 3 years old. I didn't bother peeking on what he wrote about the rest of my siblings. I just wanted to read mine. From there on, I knew why I felt closer to him than my mom. But that mutual bond and affection changed when I became a mother myself. For I love my mother more now than ever.
I believe that reading my dad's manuscript about me was the crux of the fabric of my writing gift.
I just never told him that I read his diary of me and that he was my first "muse" in my

writing, the inspiration that lights up even when he's no longer here. I've written here and there; mostly in letters, greeting cards, journals, commentaries, and short editorials. What sealed my longing to write was when one afternoon outside the Arts & Sciences building, one of my English professors entreated me to the side and told me that he sees great potential in me in the field of Creative Arts. And he was even willing to help me be an apprentice in a nearby radio station. I did comply for the sake of curiosity, just once. I did a piece of 3-minute public service information. 

It was an incredible feeling to read on the air. However, it wasn't for me. I wasn't going to do something that would alter my parents' expectations of me to become an educator, a teacher like my aunt and my grandpa which I am now... I never pondered on suppositions like what could have been if I had taken that route? People have told me that I made them cry or shed a tear when I wrote to them.
I kind of believe that or had an inkling that I love words. I read them, I listen to them, I sing them, I dream of them and I still continue to chase them...

Writing words that declare who I am is the great love I never found in the earthly relationships.
It continues to elude me but nevertheless, words do come by necessity, and there's no telling how 
your words metamorph you by God's design.
Thank You for Reading...
God Bless

Teach Something To Others--" Honor Your Body..."

You can't teach life lessons that you haven't experienced deeply. What you've read in books by bestseller authors/writers is an advantage/benefit to self-improvement. What you've listened to from people as admonitions and guidelines may affect your decision making to go forward, stay where you are or just let the course of life beat you is not teaching you any lesson but rather giving you theories, book-smart adages.

More than a decade of existing and living in this world we live in and with all the melodrama,
disappointments, griefs, deceptions, poverty, brokenness, and chasing wrong dreams encrypted 
in my brain, I have to say the best teaching I can give is one that has detoured me, rerouted me 
back to the outstretched arms of our Heavenly Father...

With so much conviction and love in my heart, I entreat you to Honor your Body. The Apostle Paul said, "I beseech you...that you present your bodies a living sacrifice...(Romans 12:1) Your body is the "temple of the Holy Spirit." Had I known what this teaching really means, I would have had preserved myself, and all that is within me for the greater purpose. You and I need not follow what culture or what society says. Because what dictates their behavior and their way of life is according to their thoughts and desires of their flesh. To women that still think that giving yourself away doesn't make men stay or marry you. Real men, Godly men actually respect you for your integrity.
As women of faith, we encourage men to respect us by not subjecting ourselves to their carnal desires. I know many women that still adhere to taking care of themselves, being responsible and accountable for the things that please God. It is hard but it can be done. Anything that
is not worldly is very hard to do but the reward is greater than your sacrifice later.
If you have the uncompromising love and support of your Heavenly Father and the only One
who will take you for who you are should be enough to trust Him your life.

To those who are still under the bondage of nicotine & alcohol and pornography,
take these afflictions to God. You can't fight it alone. It's not your fight anymore.
It's the Lord's...I have my son who struggles every day with nicotine, alcohol and unwise spending.
He tried the patch, the electronic cigarette, nasal spray, nicotine lozenges, and gum and almost
to Chantix. However, the adverse effects of Chantix are more than anyone can bear. It defeats its purpose to help you quit. It's a mother's heart that is grieving to see your son losing his
life slowly to vicious vices. This is a typical way of dishonoring your body. Cigarettes and alcohol combined are expensive. Both lead you to acquire cancer for real. God forbid. But I know God will deliver him from nicotine, alcohol & will be a good steward of the value of spending money wisely.
Thank God we have this assurance from the Lord.

"Make A List..."

This topic is very inclusive. Just wish that it could have been more specific for me to inundate but  I'll make it easy on me and my dear readers to do this list. No pressure. These are random thoughts...
When I purchase or buy something, I write what time and date that item or items that were bought. I don't usually buy when I'm mad, disappointed, depressed, hurt, or any emotions or feelings that would
be under the category of impulsive buying. I'm getting better at not buying things to appease myself from being a victim of my own perception towards pleasing people. The reason why I make a list of what I buy daily is that the date and time I bought them plays significance. Every number according to the Word of God has meanings. For example, the very popular number seven means perfection; the number eight is completion; the number nineteen is moving forward. It's not a superstitious belief when you have a preference for doing things. Just like I love going to the first church morning service on Sundays. To me, every "first " that is offered and done will receive first fruit offering. Every payday, I pay my tithes first before I pay my bills. When you do that, you're showing God that you are a faithful and cheerful giver. Everything that we have anyway belongs to Him. So if we can't even give him 10% of our net pay (what you take home after taxes) there's an issue in your heart. I give because I'm grateful and thankful that the Lord has continued to provide for me and my family in all areas of my life. And I faithfully believe that tithing is Biblical and I honor that. I may not have everything I want but I have everything I need in Him.
I also make a list of what to do each week. It helps me to not to forget and leave things undone.
If that happens, you spend more time trying to remember retracing your steps and that repulses me.
Having a list when you go grocery shopping is wise. You don't triplicate what you already have at home. You stay in your budget. You have a clear conscience. Your activity in the grocery has actually shortened and you can go home with more time to yourself especially if you do it after church on Sundays. I also make a list of what bills to pay according to their due dates. There are bills I pay right away as soon as I get them in the mailbox and the rest is paid with my automatic deduction bank account. I monitor religiously all my transactions whether cash or debit cards or checks. So many creepy outlandish fools out there. Somehow no matter how cautious and responsible you are, these suckers sabotage your identity. And I say, "The Lord rebuke you..."

After Wednesday service tonight, I was planning to go to Petsmart and buy Science Diet Food for my
two Labradors, ages 12 & 13 respectively. What changed my mind was the thought that I won't have enough time to do that. The store closes at 9pm. Thirty minutes would not allow me to do just that. It can be done but I have to drive really fast and that's nonsense. Why would I put myself in a predicament that can be done the next day? Sometimes we want to accomplish things and they're just things. Also, when you're in doubt of something, don't do it. God wants you to take Him in all of your journeys. Take time to feel His presence and all of your steps be directed where they should be...

"Pay It Forward..."

When you have a great lesson learned in your life that you had experienced in the area of building relationships, take heart to pay it forward by sharing it through your writing. You'll never know who you are going to impact. Someone in a toxic relationship may just be waiting for a silver lining and you are that tinge of hope that paves the way to a greater conviction of the truth to be said...
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What would be that something to write you wish someone would have told you sooner?"

I grew up Roman Catholic as my religion. I graduated in a Catholic High School where we had to wear school uniforms. Our skirts are worn way below the kneecap. I actually liked it. I also loved going to the confessing room to our priest every Wednesday afternoon after school is over. It was a ritual for me to attend Sunday morning mass where there was a couple of times where I had to go in front of a lectern before the altar to read a specific Scripture in the Bible. I just feel Blessed to be a part of what you call a religion.
 As a young teenager, I was pretty much obedient and respectful to all kinds of authority. Even back then, I knew in the very core of my heart that there is the God that loves us through the infinity. I went along with the rituals of religion in high school until I went to college. That was the beginning of my endearing Quest for encountering the Truth.
A guy in my Freshman English Class had invited me to a Bible Study. I went with a girlfriend named Noreen. I wasn't gonna go by myself. I forgot to bring my Bible, unfortunately. We stayed for an hour or so. I believe that God sees your heart. You may not know Scriptures but He will bring you Godly people and resources if you're willing to be transformed to His ways, not your secular fleshly ways. Three years prior to that night, I was already water baptized in a river with the rest of my siblings. And my eldest sister Araceli had the first encounter with the Lord. She used to go to Luneta in Manila just to distribute leaflets/tracts about Jesus. She also got to share the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ to people from all walks of life. And she told me that, that was the most fulfilling event of her life whenever she helped ushers one soul to heaven's door.
  But for me, that spiritual path turned out to be a passing/ momentary experience. 

There are people that you meet in your life that will serve as agents and vessels of what God is trying to call you in--your Purpose. So, to me, it's not just one person. It's a collaboration of 
Godly and lukewarm people that I wished I could have known better. It was my journey to find out through a lot of self-denials, disobedience to the promptings of the Holy Spirit and most likely, my flesh is in the way to God's will for my life. I learned that the very hardest way.
But here I am having this opportunity to tell the world that all of my experiences transcends Romans 8:38-39
"For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

"Tell Someone Else Story..."

"Tell Someone Else Story"

Her name was Susan, my college best friend and continued to be my best friend till we each got married and reconnected here in the U.S. I married a Puerto Rican and the marriage lasted for 15 years and she married a white guy and their marriage lasted a year. I got two wonderful sons; Susan had none. She lived more than twenty-five years in New York till she passed away in 2012.
We saw each other three times while we were living in New Jersey. We went to see her in Queens, New York a few times and she and a friend came down to see us in New Jersey.
Whenever we're together, we didn't reminisce the good times in our college years. We just talked
like old buddies and just that. I guessed the duration of time that we were apart has changed us.
She can't relate to me as a mother of two boys and I can't connect with her lifestyle which is the single life. And that was foreign to me...
We were inseparable when we were in college. We loved the outdoors. We used to go to Burnham Park together and sometimes with a few of my dormmates and just had picnics. We walked so many miles in those years that I still have my callouses in my feet as of that remembrance. Her family had a small store that sells fruits and vegetables and we got to help sell them and at the same time hit our books
to study. We were both competitive academically but not to each other. It was ridiculously fun to be in the University G-Clef singing choir where we got to perform in big hotels in the area and to other
venues. We were also a part of the University Women's Bowling Tournament, the Debate and Drama Teams. You guys may be wondering how we were able to excel in most areas
of our college life.
Susan was a woman of so many special giftings. She was very intuitive, a very good listener,
kind, beautiful, genuine, confident and with a mighty sense of humor. She stood her ground.
She was very articulate in explaining things. Unlike me, I try "to go around the bush"
as much as I can just to avoid being called blunt and adamant. I do "sugar coat" a lot of my
verbal expressions jus not to hurt somebody else's feelings. But in doing so, I ended up hurting myself
because not being truthful or honest with how you really feel, you become the victim of your own losses. Susan perceived that as naivete on my part. She actually admires that in me for not being exposed to the hard realities of life.
I still miss her so much. Not being there with her when she was terminally ill had put a dent
in my heart. She never told me. Didn't want me to worry. Or perhaps, she wanted me to always have a strong, healthy, brilliant, beautiful and sweet image of her to stay in my heart...
I have never thought that she will be gone before me. She was a picture of good health,
inside and out. She was and still is my best friend to date... Our memories as best friends filled up my reservoir. I do think and reminisce how she touched my life incredibly.