Detoured


      “Everything has its reason”. When  our human capacity for understanding is exhausted then we can always say “Only God knows.” 

      I can still remember how I felt many years ago when I marched the stage on my college graduation. It was victorious and bitter-sweet, sharing the same proud moment with my batchmates. I was filled with dreams, and my mind was overwhelmed at the thought of finally getting a taste of the real thing called life. True to what I envisioned myself I belonged to the corporate world for years at the same time my life happened. Marriage, motherhood, career all came in a frenzy. All did not come easy. There were trying moments but my faith carried me through it all. Turning point came when a door was opened for Hubs to work and eventually apply to migrate in Canada. I was left to raise our then toddler son, physically that is. I became a full time mom for a couple years then went back in the workforce. I was quite getting settled in my new career when our immigration application was approved. This time a major life event took place, we moved our little family to a foreign land. In a way it was not a surprise since we asked and prayed for it. But the feeling when you finally have something you asked for is kind of surreal, unexplainable. Fear somehow creeps in. 

      Nine months after we first came here, I’m still in the business of trying to fit in, belong and finding myself amidst the promise of countless opportunities that await. The only thing that I hold on to is the loving support of my hubs and son and my faith that God will lead me to the path that I envisioned myself to be in, no matter how many detours. 

      Looking Up and Beyond

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      I relate Spring Time as a season of rebirth. Coming from a tropical country where we only know of two seasons, I am quite amazed at actually seeing trees and plants grow their leaves after months of being frozen in snow. And the clear blue sky was just calming and awesome. How wonderful is God’s creation.

      This is my view one Sunday afternoon when we went to Wascana Park in Regina City. Hubs and I were lazily sprawled in the grass while little Joaqs just enjoyed himself and his bike.

      My entry for Weekly Photo Challenge: Look Up

      A Sensitive and Responsive Love

      I was reading a reflection on the second day of Sacred Heart of Jesus novena, on the theme about love as being sensitive and responsive. This poem by Emily Dickenson, an American poet, aptly expresses the desire to have a loving and sensitive heart just like the Heart of Jesus.

      If I can stop one heart from breaking,

      I shall not live in vain;

      If I can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain,

      Or help one fainting robin,

      Unto his nest again,

      I shall not live in vain.

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      Resting on Our Laurels

      A certain warrior received a medal for each battle he won.

      His friends admired his courage and the women adored his charisma.

      After some years the medals were so numerous that they covered his whole uniform.

      One afternoon, in the middle of a difficult combat, the warrior was almost hit by his enemy’s sword.

      “I have always been the best, and today I nearly lost,” thought the warrior.

      But immediately he realized what the problem was: the weight of the medals prevented him from fighting with agility.

      He tossed the tunic of his uniform to the ground, returned to the battle field, and defeated his enemies.

      “Victory can give me confidence, but it must not become a weight to be carried.”

      Story from Paulo Coelho’s blog.

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      I find this short story a fitting metaphor for us people who are satisfied with our achievements, and do not make further action to move on to something new to improve ourselves. Sometimes we tend to be overwhelmed with what we have at present, our laurels so to speak.  I, for one have gone through such experience with myself and have seen people close to me being swallowed with the pride of having so much to boast of in their life and career. Resting on these temporary glory narrows the mind thereby preventing it from  absorbing new knowledge.

      We might not realize the impact of that complacency but it will then slowly drag us down, too late to realize that we have been basking on the glory that has-been. Waking up one day and seeing that the times have changed, with us being left behind.