Monthly Archives: January 2005

Why women cry.. 0

Why does a woman cry?

To express the love she carries inside,

Why does a woman weep?

To express the injustice she sees,

Why does she tear?

To express gratitude she feels inside,

Why does she sob?

To express the sadness she feels,

Why does she bawl?

To express frustration pent inside,

Why does she sob?

To express the joy she feels inside,

Why does she tear?

To express the hurt she feels,

Why does she weep?

To express the care she has for others,

Why does she cry?

To express how blssed she is that she can


A little encouragement for my girlfriends who have it hard..

“Why are you crying?” he asked his mom.

“Because I’m a woman” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

His mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father,

“Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God; when God got on the phone, the man said, “God, why do women cry so easily?”

God answered:

When I made woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

This same sensitivity helps her to make a child’s boo-boo feel better, and share in her teenager’s anxieties and fears.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults, and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”

It’s a tear for humanity.

Ye of Little Faith. 928

Being a Christian was never meant to be a bed of roses. Any Christian will know this all to well. We have been called to suffer just as Jesus came to suffer for us. But in the end, we will find eternal peace and rest after the ride or journey of suffering. I remember someone once told me ‘You should be more worried if you find that your life if smooth sailing, for it would mean that there is something is a miss.’ Not the exact words but something like that. Basically when everything is always all right, not only do we not learn anything, we also do not grow from it. The trials we go through in life are a test and also a way of how God wishes to mould us for his purpose. That is how we build character in ourselves.

Now i come to the part of what i actually want to share. Scripture reading…

And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them,

walking on the sea.

And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea,

they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit;

and they cried out for fear.

But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying,

Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.

And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou,

bid me come unto thee on the water.

And he said, Come. And when Peter was come

down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.

But when he saw the wind boisterous,

he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.

And immediately Jesus stretched forth [his] hand,

and caught him, and said unto him,

O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?

The last line made an impact. Sometimes when God shows Himself to us, we choose to see Him as something foreign, just like what the disciples said.

Then after that we will ask Him to prove Himself to us even though He already has appeared before us because we are not satistfied. As humans we always want something more solid in order to believe in it. We call to Him, to reveal Himself to us and to speak to us. As He hear our pleas, He beckons us and we move to Him eagerly with yearning, just like Peter.

We are moving across the water to Jesus, because of our belief and faith that we have in Him. In the beginning it would seem strong and secure, but sometimes due to unfortunate events, circumstances, mishaps. Our faith can also be rocked by a gust of wind. If we allow it that wind will topple us and our faith will be not be solid and secure anymore. Here Peter calls out to the Lord for help. Jesus caught him, but said “You of little faith, why do you doubt?”

Our God knows we are weak, therefore He’ll always be there to catch us before we sink to the bottom. But then again, why should our faith even be shaken. Why should we even have doubt, when we know what is really true. We should know our Jesus by heart for we have a relationship with Him. Those who have no faith have no need to fear of this dilemma. But we are human and have fear.Is our faith so little, then when we face a hurdle it causes our fear to overwhelm us until we end up doubting?

As His people, it’s not enough to just know Him for the sake of knowing Him or even because we have facts. It is necessary that we yearn and seek to know him with all our heart,mind,body and soul. Trust in Him and all else will be clear.

“Venture on him, venture wholly;

Let no other trust intrude.”

– Mr Fearing Comforted.

Does it Matter? 445

It doesn’t matter if I cry

It doesn’t matter if I fall

It doesnt’ matter if I bleed

It doesn’t matter if I hurt…

What does it matter

when one is ignorant?

What does it matter

when one has all?

Are all that we have

all that we will ever need?

Are the goals we set

enough to content us for all eternity?

Dreams we have,

are they enough to inspire?

Goals we have set,

are they enough to motivate?

Who would care of what we achieve?

Who would bother if we fail?

Does it matter to anyone?

Of our shortcomings or our blessings?

In the end all of it doesn’t matter.

All that we do and want

All that we say and react to

It all dissolves into in the end.. Nothing.

Depressing it sounds,

but there is a hope to count for,

Even though it all sums up to nothing here,

That nothing can be turned into something

He sees all we do,

He feels all that we feel,

He will bother about you,

He is the one that matters most of all,

Our Father in Heaven,

it began with You,

Therefore it should always be about You,

It has always been about You,

And it is You that always matter!

A tear.. 625

Today, i had gone into the clinic to wait with my mom, dad and brother. I prayed with her just before she was taken away into the operating room. That was the one time ever I have ever been in prayer with my mom and dad, in my whole life as of far. My mom said she was ok, but she clung to my hand after the prayer. I knew she was scared as much as she wanted to show she was strong. I held on as long as I could till the doctor came again.

As they prepped her for the operation and shifted her onto the roller bed, i walked out the room with my dad and brother. I then came across a poster of women who showed symptoms, that would need a ceaserian operation to have the baby delivered. I just stared at it for a while. Then my dad pointed out the nursery.

My brother and i acclaimed how cute the baby was, there was only one baby in the nursery. When i laid my eyes on the small tiny child, i choked and i teared. I do not know why i did so. But it triggered something in me which I never had nudged in me before. The child was so cute and pretty and there was life in the little one. I have no idea as to why i teared, maybe it is the maternal instinct in me which i never cared about in my life cause i’m too young as it is to think about it. I never really had a joy for kids, but i saw this one and i realised that one day I do want to have my own child and i’m going to smile and love to see that little one grow up. I have grown soft and I always thought i would be weak for it. Hehehhee how i have changed. God does wonders in person… and it makes one ponder of the simple things that he causes to work in each one of us.

I moved away from the window as i didn’t want to swell anymore tears in my eyes. I then went back to the poster. Then I thought of my mom, here she was about to lose her very womanhood. When i thought about it, it will come as a completely shock. The very thing that made a woman special in term of physique was going to be removed. She was going to remove a part of her that can never be replaced.I thank God for my mother, and what a wonderful person she is. I pray that the time will soon come when i can really really share with her the love of our God.

Praise God that all went well in his hands. All is well and i teared again after she came out. I was relieved even thought i didn’t realise it. I was and so was my dad and brother who were with me. She is resting nicely now and for those who kept my mom in their prayers i thank you all so much for praying for her to be alright. Now i just pray that she won’t have any side effects. Thanks to you all again.

no ponders for the next few days 0

How sad.. the second day, and I won’t have anything to put into the blog because I won’t be around. Mom is heading into Sambhi clinic today to be admitted. Come tomorrow, she will be having the hysteractomy operation, removing her uterus.

I’ll be with her for all the nights she’ll be in the clinic.

Hopefully this will be a good oppportunity for me to share what I can to her, here in these moments. Trying times, that seem like nothing… are really something we should care about.

In anycase, my friend jacksaid… I’ll be finishing what i can of my da vinci code in the quiet moments. And also pondering further on other matters so that i can fish it out into the blog over here..

My dear friends. It may not seem like much, but pray for my mom, she will go through hormonal changes and i don’t know how much they will affect her. In anycase, I’m sure all will be well as longs as it is left to our Lord’s hands.

So anyway comes the end of the second blog, till i return home. Bless you all my lovely people! Hugs and lotsa love.